Chapter 168: The Transaction After a Setback and the Evolution of Soaring Cloud Step

"How much 【Void Yellow Sand】 do you need?"

Wan Shitong, who had originally planned to leave, heard Wu Wang's words.

He froze in place.

Instantly realized the other was hinting at him—

He actually had a way to obtain 【Void Yellow Sand】!

So he sat back down on the bench with a thud and said gravely, "A lot—enough to fill this thing up."

Then he took another item out of his backpack.

Zhang Yue gently shifted Yan Xi on her back; Yan Xi naturally wrapped her arms around her. After a brief rest in midair, they changed direction and flew off, leaving the cloud shaped like custard far behind.

Mayor Cheng's stance is already very clear: joining your team is one of my options—I have other choices; I don't have to choose you. If you want me to think your team is worth it, you must offer something substantial. Isn't your current leverage insufficient?

Just minutes ago, he had caused a misunderstanding with Yu Da, the Eastern God of Pestilence, and then a red envelope appeared on his car window. Wei Xian naturally suspected a trap. As a former red envelope binder, Wei Xian knew "red envelope data" could be altered, meaning such data could also be faked.

Wei Xian knew this well: faith has no attribute, yet it is formed from the fusion of "joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, love, aversion, and desire"; similarly, virtue has no attribute, yet it too is forged from the refinement of the "Seven Faiths."

But these people blindly chase dreams, only to end up fracturing family harmony and, after suffering devastating blows, never recovering, sinking into mediocrity for the rest of their lives.

Jing Ming has excellent gaming talent and astonishing reflexes, but his eyesight is poor—or rather, he's just careless.

The tenth auction item, like the previous ones, was locked tightly inside a box, impossible to peer into. The box itself was exquisitely crafted; creating such a container was no simple feat.

At this point, these people were forced to seek protectors or allies, and Liang Xiao's alliance was clearly the most suitable option—meaning that if they could survive tonight, Liang Xiao would truly be able to stand against this massive organization.

Fire wings unfolded, revealing Lao He and Nai Nai, both with grim faces and furrowed brows tinged with suppressed anger—they had been ambushed. Li Yousheng, driven back by flames, vanished again into the night. Though furious, he maintained combat calmness—that was the most terrifying part.

Zhang Yue briefly bandaged Jian Ya's wound and said, "The cut's too deep—you need an ambulance. Hold on a little longer." Zhang Yue was about to pull out his phone when Jian Ya gripped his hand tightly, his large eyes fixed on Zhang Yue, his lips pale from blood loss and trembling slightly.

The urgent task now is to spread the word that a Level Three Spirit Vault exists within the Nine Fragrance Spirit Land, so all major factions and dynasties know.

"If Bo Duo Jieyi dares to go to the East Sea again, we must not let her escape." The monk said.

It's said a certain terrorist organization has desperately sought such talent, but such people are simply too rare.

Gu Bei, following the instructor's instructions, walked calmly to the instructor's rear and extended his right hand, placing it on the instructor's shoulder.

For some reason, speaking these words made my heart ache terribly—it wasn't sentimental, yet when I finished, my eyes were red.

Chen Yi Tian advanced step by step, frequently glancing around, checking for any irregularities.

This ship's dragonbone is broken, its hull cracked, leaking everywhere—what good would it do even if I tied myself to it? In the end, wouldn't I still perish with this vessel?