Volume 1, Chapter 22: Fever

“Ha! When I was here before, I always thought about doing something for the whole team. Once everyone was wealthy, I’d be well off too. No doubt about it—this is our home, and if anyone dares to come, they won’t get off lightly,” Niu Dayou said casually.

Gu Zheng and I responded with a nod, our flashlights sweeping the surroundings. Suddenly, when Taoist Jingyang’s flashlight illuminated the cave ceiling ahead, two green glimmers appeared—reflections from something unknown.

“Today, Young Master Wei came to our camp. Those fish were caught by fishermen he arranged for us, and the way to prepare them was his idea,” Li Si pouted, clearly displeased.

No sooner had the chairman finished speaking than Team Leader Shen cleared her throat, signaling everyone to be silent.

Though she boasted about Feng Jun’s prowess in front of their peers, even she didn’t fully believe in his invincibility.

He spoke confidently, but the soldiers and generals below had long grown impatient. These were rough men; to win their hearts, you had to speak their language and connect with them on their level.

Feng Jun had called Wang Haifeng to plead for fairness—his demands were modest; he did not ask for anyone to take his side.

Many knew that domestic robotics technology was still immature. Since development started late, it would take time to reach international standards.

Everyone present was stunned by the scene before them. Could Qianjie really be on the verge of slaying the Nether Dragon in such a short time? Was his power too overwhelming? Even Butterfly Fei, who watched nearby, was surprised, let alone the others.

Sheng Qingru no longer pressed for anything else once her life was saved. Tears streamed down her face, barely able to respond, she could only nod repeatedly to show she had heard.

As for Su Ling, there might still be a chance—his speed was phenomenal, and his strength formidable. Without the burden of Su Ling and Gu Ying, escape was truly possible.

The guard squad suddenly lost many members, some wearing schadenfreude-laden smiles. They all knew what the Ten Soldiers had been up to recently, but feared their power too much to inform San Chuan.

From this platform, one could only watch; entering that universe to acquire medicinal herbs, celestial beasts, and other treasures was forbidden.

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As Su Xia’s personal bodyguard and close friend, Yun Mei naturally joined the shopping trip, though she kept giving Yang Ze sharp looks.

She knew Su Ling was a martial prodigy because two years ago, he had easily saved her, proving he was at least her equal in strength.

The fire dragon unleashed a fiery breath at Jiang Doudou, but Huang Ding didn’t even glance at the dragon knight. If it was elemental magic, Huang Ding didn’t need to help defend—he knew Jiang Doudou had activated the anti-magic domain.

Despite many in Obsidian City harboring anger and murderous intent toward Su Ling, another feeling arose alongside it: respect.

“The Root has disbanded. Yet you still dare claim ‘Root’ status? If people learn that Danzo secretly defied the Third Hokage’s orders, how will he face Konoha?” Hoshino sneered coldly.

Take, for example, the Five Elements Formation: to set it up, one needs the essence of the five elements, then inscribe the Dao patterns and formation eyes to complete it.

Though she spent years dealing with demons and monsters, sharing a bed with evil spirits and malicious ghosts was truly terrifying.

Even those in deep meditation had to urgently withdraw, their hearts gripped tightly with anxiety.

Compared to the number of negative reviews, players who gave positive feedback far outnumbered them by several dozen times.

Emperor Yuanqing first left the palace to welcome the soldiers, then feasted, growing tired after much fuss. Now, he sat back on his couch, having removed his dragon boots.

Wielding twin flower-shaped blades in reverse grip, the blades ablaze, he crossed them to slash. Zhu Cheng covered his face with both arms, curling his body to brace himself, as though his flesh was being devoured and new flesh rapidly regenerating.

From a glance, Meng Zhou knew that Patriarch Guangcheng’s body showed no abnormalities; the problem lay entirely within his mind sea and soul.

Fang Mu frowned but nodded calmly, saying nothing. It was clear, however, that Yan An was following Huo Huaian.

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Zhao Kang said, “I just checked the live streams of the eliminated nations and carefully analyzed their death replays.”

The sincere atmosphere shattered instantly upon awakening. Yun Zhu tried to get down from him, but Cao Xun held her tightly, forbidding her to move.

That said, if it were the “immortality elixir” described in those fantasy xianxia stories, it might truly have similar effects.

With a snort, Feng Bo felt as if his head had been struck hard by a heavy object, his expression changing drastically.

Yi Quan couldn’t discern Chi Huan’s movements but sensed with divine perception that the seventh-rank Luo Ni transformed into a shadow, plunging into the ground like a streak of black lightning, rushing into the bustling hall.

“Heh heh, realizing it now—too late, isn’t it?” With that, the Immortal-Slaying Technique activated, true energy surging wildly into his body.

According to Granny Wenli, that pendant was something Shako wore when she appeared among the Sirens.

The Blood Sea Ritualist had just recently acquired power, with limited techniques at his disposal. One was Blood Ritual, a spatial sealing skill used defensively to protect his vulnerable self.

He always remembered his mission: after the main hall came the primary chamber, where the corpse of Emperor Guluo lay buried—the genuine treasure trove, for the more precious items were closer to the tomb’s master.

The slovenly old man yawned lazily, “This cane might be a bit powerful, but against demons, it’s no match. You have to rely on yourself, not external tools—that’s when you’re truly strong.” He tilted his head, closed his eyes, and ignored Ni’s meddling, falling into a deep sleep.