Chapter 242: Do Good Deeds, Ask Not for Rewards

【Spirit Catastrophe Square】

Inside a tent clearly placed in the heart of the bustling district, yet no one cast a single glance toward its location.

Sitting within was a witch whose slender figure could be sensed even beneath her purple robe; her large witch's hat swayed occasionally, appearing almost sentient.

On the sofa before her lay a white-robed scholar.

His face suggested he was around thirty years old.

As the witch grew bored,

The task reward—the "Ascendant Dragon Token"—came with no system explanation, its purpose unclear and ambiguous.

Since this world contained supernatural phenomena yet the Alliance remained stable, the Public Security Bureau's methods must extend far beyond ordinary means.

At this moment, Fang Wanfang had already strode up to Fang Wanli, while their father and mother arrived from the dormitory.

"Yes, yes," Zhao Li felt a surge of joy— if the Holy Master accepted his gift, perhaps later he could beg for help, a promotion, and it might actually work.

Lin Yue, who had never held a favorable opinion of Bai Wanrou, scowled as Bai Wanrou approached, brushing away her maid's hand as she tried to support her.

"What do you mean? Has your Prince been injured?" Bai Wanrou's heart tightened; her concern for Chen Ru zhi had become an instinctive reaction.

If the Great God Miao Long left the token with the Miao family, why didn't he reveal the secret of the Divine Treasury to his clansmen?

You Wu's internal thunder qi erupted fully; a vast, boundless aura surged forward, its strength unmistakably reaching the peak of the Spirit Sea Realm.

Five hundred years of deceit, scheming, betrayal, lies—Yang Mu had experienced too much of human nature.

Young, beautiful, highly intelligent, formidable in strategy, currently serving as General Manager of Taiyi Technology, she had few rivals in the business world.

Sheng Nian momentarily lost track of his intentions when his phone rang; he pulled it out—the caller ID read Qin Ning.

In this void-like starry expanse, his teleportation range was severely restricted; the maximum distance per teleport was only twenty million kilometers—roughly one-tenth of what it was outside.

Wang Debao only fully understood this truth after being repeatedly crushed by society in his previous life.

So early in the morning, Sun Hongmei heard that Liu Suping personally led the effort, requiring every worker in their workshop to donate to Wang Debao—some gave a few fen, others a few jiao, amounts entirely voluntary, for private relief.

"Put the item down and come with me," Mo Juren nodded slightly, coughed a few times, then turned and walked away on his own.

The door was locked from inside. Zhao Wei used a spare key to open it; upon entering, he found the bedroom door also locked. She knocked twice—no answer. She sat down on the living room sofa and waited, eventually falling asleep herself.

For the lower body, they had to guard against rice-field leeches, so during farming they did not wear the short pants common among Han farmers, but instead wore tight, full-length trousers with the cuffs securely tied to prevent leeches from crawling in and feeding.

Saying he wanted to be nice to her was merely an excuse; his real purpose was simply to test her feelings—to see if she'd cling to him.

On the other side, Jiang Bai's group, led by Che Hao, had arrived at a newly constructed testing ground in the southern suburbs of the capital.

Therefore, every move Zhang Xiu made had to be watched; Deng Hong accompanied him at all times.

After pondering some trivial matters, he reached his doorstep and noticed the vegetable patch along the wall held very few vegetables left.

His body suddenly dropped downward like a mountain collapsing; Jiang Bing's entire body, head included, was crushed straight down underfoot.

Everyone felt a twinge of embarrassment for Wu Mo; no one needed to guess that such blatant disregard was the most humiliating thing possible.

But one martial art terrified Xueqiu: whenever the master drew in qi and spat a wad of saliva, it could injure a pigeon mid-flight. Xueqiu had always been baffled—after all, he was Xueqiu the Great, yet even he couldn't do it. How could an ordinary human?