Chapter 878: I Return to You a Newcomer Award

But if the skills of two or three spiritual pets all underwent mutations, anyone with even a shred of sense would realize something was amiss.

For the first two weeks, every time his father said these things, he felt heartbroken, lost his appetite, and even grew afraid to eat meals with his father, dreading his words.

At least regarding this matter, he only considered purchasing cotton for himself, never thinking to use the opportunity to expand the merchant guild, let alone turning Kangcheng into a “brand city.”

Ye Qinghuai, drawing on her rich experience growing up in the imperial harem, keenly deduced that Qian Shi was most likely going to confront the other party in a fight.

“The environment of the Lava World is indeed harsh…” Miao Huai pondered briefly, then calmly pulled out the Dragon Scale Fruit, peeled it, swallowed it in two bites, slapped his hands together, and leapt down the steps.

Although promptly halting the procurement plan, the workers’ voluntary resignations, and landlord Old Li’s initiative to extend the rent deadline after learning of the economic crisis all eased Fang Wanli’s financial pressure considerably.

The task reward, the “Shenglong Token,” came with no system explanation—vague, unclear, and of unknown purpose.

Chang Shengnan and Dun Zhu Jiaba both nodded in agreement. But the former secretly sneered inwardly.

Lin Yi only blocked him for a moment before letting him in, likely assuming his prince had already settled matters and thus no longer needed to interfere.

No bloody trio, no attendants or guards, no Sheng Jialin, and no that beautiful, bold princess.

After the talisman burned out, a wisp of white smoke appeared out of thin air before her, forming a massive shield that enveloped her eighteen-sword array, reinforcing it.

So she quickly sent word to Liu Zhengze and also summoned her eldest son, Liu Yuanhua, back home; yet even then, she paced restlessly inside the room.

Over a dozen arrived, each surrounded by divine light and aura, their realms unfathomable. He casually scanned them with his Reincarnation Eye—every single one was Yuanling Realm, all above Yuanling Third Star, two even reaching Ancestral Spirit Realm.

The Xihe Sword’s talisman pierced Lu Lei’s mother; she left no final message, dissolving instantly, while Lu Lei was shielded by the bones.

“You watch the shop—I’m going to cultivate. I’ll take over from now on.” Kan Dan turned and walked toward the Yuxi Merchant Guild.

Ouyang Yu nodded, his gaze sweeping the room before settling again on Chu Xiangdong’s seat, lost in thought.

The name Yun Rou had recently been ringing in her ears, but she never imagined it would be tied to the Gu family.

Ten billion Qi points vanished instantly; an invisible spiritual wave spread outward in a circular arc.

“Yes, Master.” Luo Ruoshuang replied confidently, standing firm as ice-blue light radiated from her body, chilling the air—even Wan Zai Shui Zhong had to summon a fireball for warmth.

Footsteps light, step by step, drawing near—just a few meters from the corner. The hidden figure at the bend held his breath, alert and fully focused.

Suddenly, a green ripple spread across the trunk of the towering tree, and from within stepped a figure—a white-bearded, kind-eyed old man clad in a green robe, radiating no aura whatsoever, as if he did not exist.

In the end, perhaps their goal was to eliminate the original heir and seize the inheritance and their father’s favor; perhaps they even intended to kill their own father to fully claim the family fortune.

“Thunder God Descends!” Seeing Lu Yiping’s attack, Simohan leapt into the air and roared again; silver light erupted from his body, swelling his form by a third.

At that moment, Li Mu stubbornly stuck out his neck and growled: “What? You’re Bufuqi ? I’m the one who hit you.”

“Master Qu, the success or failure of this matter rests entirely on you!” Lu Yiping sighed, expressing his helplessness after his secret was exposed.

Within less than fifteen minutes, a man around forty, one meter seventy-five tall, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, entered the door. He wore a fitted police uniform, and over it, a coat for the late hour; his stern, restrained demeanor carried an inexplicable warmth.

A tall, muscular youth wore a dark-gold robe, a string of ancient jade prayer beads around his neck, and held a long sword in his hand.

As soon as he opened the door, his mother rushed out—her first words weren’t about hunger, cold, or happiness, but whether there was any new progress… Well, he was used to it by now.

“Alright, don’t move—I’ll check!” He dashed forward several steps to the iron lump, then without hesitation, reached down and picked it up. Lu Yiping wanted to stop him, but failed.

After days of continuous prayer, the calamity insects’ bodies were covered in gray armor by the power of the Netherworld, with two red dots on their foreheads serving as their eyes.

After coaches, doctors, and team staff responded one by one, all eyes turned to Captain Dong Zhe.

Although Ji Mingyu had already learned the full story from Gao Ting and the others, he still wanted to hear how Xie Linchen, the one directly involved, would describe it.

Since Xiao Lele left, Lu Jinan had followed her everywhere—she wandered the streets as long as she did, he followed as long as he did, finally watching her return here.

The brother and sister couldn’t help, and seeing Qi Dad and Qi Mom working so hard, they tried their best to handle household chores—but in the end, things turned out that way, leaving them both unhappy.

Despite suffering repeated blows to his wealth, Su Muyu still came—and not just he; Murong Chong accompanied Lin Ruo as well, for the Emperor and Crown Prince’s joint visit to Zhaixing Tower had elevated the weight of this major event.

After hearing this, Zong Niang glared at Su Su—after all the morning’s fuss, it was trivial, and she blamed her for meddling.

He lightly tapped the bottle against the valley, as if clinking glasses with someone invisible, then drained it in one gulp.