Chapter 172: Far Ahead! (Extra Chapter!)

"Kaka, Zhang Qiluo, MINI!"

"Feng Yanan… Shi Yue… Han Jin…"

"White… Liu Mou… Dong Wei… Han Yiying!"

As one familiar name after another passed across the list, Jiang Ming's expression gradually turned to surprise.

Yes, surprise.

To be precise, he hadn't expected Competitive Realm Culture to attract so much attention; after all, the "Competitive Realm Culture" guild was still just a

"From this situation, Brother Yilong, you have no choice. But there is another way to ease it: since they want you to fill your harem, you can also choose your own people to enter the palace—split the harem evenly with theirs, keep them in check, and prevent them from monopolizing it."

"Why? Being loyal means never abandoning a teammate! I misjudged you! If you say that, what's the point of being brothers!" Yue Sheng said, eyes red, setting down his cup and turning to leave.

"The news says it's a seed. The agent's mission description calls it a descendant of Beta Persei. Who knows if it's alive or dead." The speaker was Shui Huaning.

So I recited some things based on what I remembered, and didn't expect that alone to shock Uncle Fu.

Du Yi knew this might be his opportunity—and his disaster. Three hundred years to become a Heavenly Immortal? He had never imagined it. His advancement to Earth Immortal Mid-Stage was likely tied to his master, but reaching Heavenly Immortal would rely entirely on Wu Mei—he'd truly have to fight for his life.

But the assistant was merely Gu Qianyi's assistant; after conveying Gu Qianyi's message to Mu Yang, he had nothing left to do and bid Mu Yang farewell before returning to G City.

"Fine, but I need to read it two or three times." Zhang Xingsheng dared not say he'd memorize it after one read—that would be too astonishing.

A cold wind brushed past; the puppet giant's eyes slowly gained a spark of life, his body creaking and groaning as he stepped toward Du Yi.

Hua Tian had already arrived beside me, wagging his tail, glancing at the old man, then saying: "You've finally come. Good, follow me." The old man actually nodded slightly at this moment; Hua Tian walked straight out the door, and the old man turned after him.

"But this death is too kind for him. He's committed heinous crimes—he deserves to be sliced a thousand times." Mo Chuan sneered dismissively.

With no other option, the Soviet military began seeking its own revenue. Later, after the Soviet Union's collapse, the widespread theft of weapons and military supplies had already taken root during this period.

"Chief, do you remember the Mu'en siblings searching for someone with a crescent-shaped birthmark?" Luo En decided to no longer hide it; the Mu'en clan was mysterious—he must make Chief Brian wary.

She had suddenly become untrustworthy in his eyes; because he cared, he feared—and had lost all sense of proportion.

Hearing the duck-headed man and his subordinates' conversation, Yan Feifei struggled even more fiercely, but the ropes binding her were too strong—no matter how she twisted or pulled, she couldn't break free.

Humans harness demons to protect themselves; this is an extremely common practice. Demons possess supernatural abilities; humans do not. With demons' aid, humans grow stronger. A saying circulates among the people: "Whoever controls the Demon King controls the world." Thus, many emperors with strong ambitions for power spent vast sums seeking the Demon King.

Xiao Xianzi, sitting in the black-and-white house, looked pale; she hadn't expected that in Lu Li's eyes, she was untrustworthy—a demon to be erased at any moment.

"Li Xuan, debts must be repaid eventually…" His hand clenched into a fist; a chilling killing intent, deeply buried, surged forth—he could never forget that moment, crushed under a mere aura, unable to rise, his martial will nearly extinguished.