Chapter 460: Impatient Lian Yun

Treasures fell like rain, without cost.

But each time one fell, Dou Changsheng grew weary.

Because it signaled the upper limit of the Thousand-Year Earth Pearl had lowered—how could treasures appear out of nowhere? Each drop consumed cosmic fortune; this was the Central Land’s reward, and to him, these free things were limitless.

Yes, all were ownerless; when you died, they became his again, and even if they had owners, he didn’t care—he had transcended.

Occasionally, he chuckled twice, sometimes forming a dragon claw with his hand to grasp at the air, muttering nonsense with a clicking sound.

“That’s the spirit! I’ll give you the contact for the jade processor later—you decide what kind of jewelry you want made.” Zhou Tai said generously.

Since Shuilingling had said so, the Tianling clan’s high-ups had no grounds to object. After all, they had invited her to help; even if she couldn’t cure it, they couldn’t blame her.

“Miao Feng, I don’t know how others feel, but your song truly plunged me into memory. I give you ten thousand passes!” Liu Huohua said, wiping away tears.

In the final quarter’s second half, the Lakers maintained a lead of over fifteen points; though the bench had eroded some of the advantage, most of it remained.

So that steal earlier wasn’t that hard—Lawson, confident he could always break past Chen Yu, let his guard down, and Chen Yu snatched the ball right from him.

His basketball IQ was still very high, but in the past he sometimes failed to balance scoring and assisting; now, that coordination was nearly complete.

“Chen, about what happened before—I said some bad things to Darius. It was my fault, but we’re still teammates, and I’ll control my words and actions…” Du Hong stammered out these words.

Maybe they’ll still trash-talk next time, but at least off the court, they’re just like friends.

Lin Hongwei wiped cotton balls along her vein, moving slowly, circling once, then again.

The Qitian warrior radiated a blazing golden aura, his eyes now golden, as if Gu Hao, the rebellious warrior, had already become meat on the chopping block—only the timing of the cut remained.

Lin Jiaren seemed to have gone mad, spitting blood from his mouth, terrifying to behold; he was unafraid—no matter how big the scandal, he lost nothing, screaming like a man ready to devour others.

Lin Feng thought for a moment, then grew bewildered; just as he was lost in thought, his phone inside his belt rang! He frowned—who could be calling him now?

Nong Quan felt uncertain, unable to resist slowly stepping toward Lin Feng—but before he could reach him, Lin Feng had already gently placed the emerald back into the opened stone box.

But she failed—they had long anticipated this move, grabbing both sides of her cheeks instantly, leaving her unable to speak, let alone bite her tongue.

Outside the eastern town, twenty-one wooden stakes, each two meters tall, bound twenty naked, muscular men; though their bodies were strong, their faces were unnaturally pale, as if they had just recovered from a grave illness.

This was probably the so-called Lotus Effect, or an added attribute. In any case, if this space developed as she imagined, the white cat and the divine dragon would form another kind of relationship with it—all contingent on her energy base.

“Damn, they’re messing with our judgment!” Ling frowned and shouted a warning to everyone.

Thud. The Yanluo beast’s head slammed into the ground; its tongue, flicked out, couldn’t retract in time and hung limp to one side.