Chapter 102

【One Week Since Launch: A Brief Report】

【After posting just now, I realized… I made a mistake! I accidentally set this chapter’s author’s note as a paid chapter!】

Can’t delete it. VIP chapters can be edited but not deleted…】

I’ll talk to my editor tomorrow and make up for it by releasing one free chapter in the next updates!】

Sorry sorry!!!】

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First, about updates: in the past week since launch, coinciding with the Spring Festival, I’ve exceeded the minimum daily update quota every day.

In the cultivation world, there are abundant cultivation resources and divine opportunities, but not everyone can obtain them—strength determines everything; those without strength in this cruel environment can only become cannon fodder, serving others’ convenience.

Gazing at the sun hanging high in the sky, Gu Yang let out a faint sigh, then continued climbing the southern mountains with Gao Li.

Nearly two seconds passed before the two collapsed, then they snapped back to their senses and bolted wildly backward.

Within the vortex, the Sea of Suffering churned, and countless order chains shot out—indeed, they were heading toward the World Coffin.

“Gu Yang, we’ll leave first. If all goes well, we’ll meet again tomorrow.” Chen Shan smiled apologetically at Gu Yang, then led his group away.

He’d tried many methods, but he just couldn’t die—maximum damage was minor injuries, which left him frustrated and furious.

“I’ve arranged for them to wait in the reception hall. The visitors are Chu Xun, president of Chu Family’s Iron Fist Security Co., Ltd., and his assistant; their attitude was somewhat forceful.” Ye Fan warned.

After the market warmed up, people praised entrepreneurs for how tough and awesome they were… but what’s the point of talking if you have no money?

They walked up the stone steps before the Phoenix Imperial Palace, their footsteps echoing “tap-tap” through the empty space, distant and lingering.

Seeing the young master change the subject, Li Qinwei wisely did not pursue the previous topic.

Lian Hanmei clearly paid no heed to Han Bicheng’s threat; she glared, ready to retort.

Amulo leapt out of the alternate space, drew in his internal qi, and unleashed ten thousand palm blasts descending upon the army—each palm strike carried boundless force, capable of slaying warriors who had just entered the Golden Core realm.

Zhou Xiuyun recognized him—he was Huang Yaoshan’s younger brother, Huang Yaohai. Knowing there was no hope, she still swam as hard as she could, unwilling to surrender so easily.

Qin Xuewu’s slightly coquettish tone seemed to give Liu Yihua a signal to go further; he moved his hands upward, unclasped his crossed arms, and pressed even deeper.

I was slightly startled—in Dayue and Dazhou, only outsiders would address others as “Mr.,” like Clinton and others.

Then, Xia Yang let out a soft command; the Burning Heaven Xuanji Fire that had draped the Mother-Child Void Tower trembled collectively, dissolving into smoke—but immediately, waves of void energy surged into Xia Yang’s body; these invisible energies were the purest essence of the Burning Heaven Xuanji Fire.

As they entered the door, all eyes turned toward me. My shout drew every gaze; they scrutinized me from head to toe, trying to discern something about me.

Taking the rifle from Ye Zetao’s hands, Instructor No. 3, surprised, asked Ye Zetao to repeat it.

Liu Yihua went over and told Yan Jie he was returning to Nanhai Province; if anything happened in Guangdong, she should contact Han Yun.

The right flank, Qian Jun, upon receiving notifications from Cai Xu and Cai He, had already deduced the situation by observing changes in Cai He’s vanguard, and thus learned and prepared earlier than Shi Niu’s side.

“Fight to the death! Fight to the death!” The furious cry made every soldier in the Shield Strike Camp instantly understand Zhang Heng’s intent.

“Why? Why did you do this?” Lin Chong shouted wildly as Anna perished before him, not sure whom he was even shouting at.