Volume 1, Chapter 23: Low Probability, Not Impossibility

After all, in this world and its nations, human life is often as worthless as grass. The Divine Kingdom of the East Sea is no exception; what is the life of an ordinary person worth? It isn't even worth a damn million.

Receiving two messages in a row, Zhou Fuchen was pleasantly surprised. She closed the door, retreated to the bed in her inner chamber, and opened her phone.

Most of the people were novices, with only four veteran players. Yet, this was a game requiring keen observation, and even for veterans, it was not easy to pass.

Glancing around, Wu Ye was left feeling broken to discover that among dozens of garrison soldiers, not a single one had any experience.

Meng Ying gestured with her hand, and the medicine slave had the palace servants bring over a chair. Jiujiu helped Meng Ying sit down and prepared tea and refreshments. Meng Ying took the teacup and pushed the lid aside, letting the fragrance of the tea drift out.

She took out fruits and pastries from her space, tucked in five ten-tael gold ingots, and added five twenty-tael silver ingots.

The leader of the Earth Demon commanders, seeing that Meng Lig e had actually joined forces with that youth, felt his inner rage flare up even more violently, his palms cracking as he clenched them into fists.

Meng Lige dared not believe, nor did he wish to imagine, but he knew clearly that such a treasure would be an absolute temptation even for masters who had reached the Heaven Origin or even Heart Origin stages. Entering it, the sheer terror of the opposition they would face was unimaginable.

Chen Xiao could no longer fathom Betty’s actions. Since he had died once, he had become wary of the world, and he could not tell if Betty’s behavior was feigned or genuine.

Wu Ye didn't know what to think for a moment. Watching Bai Qian’s stubborn expression while her hands served him with clean, efficient, and gentle care, he felt a strange, secret satisfaction.

As these twelve people appeared, Lu Wei’s face turned deathly pale. Judging by their attire, they were identical to the Nascent Soul elder from before, implying they were also Nascent Soul cultivators. The situation had turned against him; once these cultivators were victorious, the final cleanup of the battlefield would likely be his death sentence.

"It’s alright, let’s go together," Tai Zhen’er said with a smile. Looking at Qiu Yiwen’s pouting lips, Tai Zhen’er truly couldn't bear it.

"This song..." The director in the control room had reddened eyes, a dusty corner of his heart gently stirred. At the scene, and especially before their television sets, many people—particularly those who were entering or about to enter middle age—seemed deeply moved.

In this one location alone, there were fourteen Earth-Fire Cold Toad Kings. The entire Border-Sealing Array must hold hundreds of such kings; the number was truly staggering.

Next, bursts of roaring sounds erupted. Various magical artifacts collided in the air, light dazzling, sparks flying, and the scene descended into utter chaos.

Over the next two days, Lin Tao rested well and began to cultivate. Before long, the annual grade martial arts tournament at Baidi Academy would take place. Facing such an important competition, Lin Tao dared not be careless, as he carried the expectations of many.

"Clan leader, stand back. Let this elder deal with him!" Zhou Liang smiled faintly and stepped forward with eleven spirit beasts. Anyone unaware would have thought they were watching a street performance.

The two laughed heartily for a while, then found a secluded spot in the nearby starry sky to brew tea, warm wine, and chat to their hearts' content.

The Green Bull watched in shock. Zhou Liang was actually helping him seek liberation—this, this couldn't be possible, could it?

The person on the left, seeing Lu Wei’s methods, gasped sharply. Instinctively, he tried to use his magical artifact to intercept the black sword, but the gap between the fourth and sixth layers of Qi Refinement was immediately apparent. In a single exchange, his artifact was knocked away, and almost simultaneously, the black flying sword hummed and flashed directly through his abdomen.

"Only an idiot would want to fight him," Howard thought to himself. He understood Sun Zhuo. This might be Sun Zhuo’s last visit here, and since Sun Zhuo could play as a guest center, he would definitely want to teach Howard a lesson. Howard had no desire to be humiliated.

Lin Mu looked down at the key again. Ha, haha, hahaha. This couldn't be the key to her house, could it?

"Uncle-Master, isn't that the monster?" A crisp voice rang out at the office door.

I don't know how much time passed before everything finally calmed down. Ye Yaotiao finally fell into a deep sleep, but Han Shaoxun kept his eyes open, staring at the ceiling, unable to settle his mind for a long time.

Zhang Ruofeng remained indifferent. He was accustomed to sycophants. By comparison, he felt these hosts were quite professional; at the very least, they only "praised the high," they did not "trample the low."

Xu Qingyun suddenly woke up, as if from a dream. Opening his eyes, he discovered he had become a being of smoke.

Daolang told her, "If you want to withdraw your shares, I will buy the five percent stake in your hands right now at the market price of thirty million."

Coach Eel’s eyes flashed with fear. He truly hadn't expected Xu Qingyun to be this powerful—so powerful that none of the subordinates he led could withstand a single blow from him.

The room had been occupied until it was vacated, and they had checked it just now, finding nothing suspicious.

Even though the man was sturdy and burly, he was genuinely startled by the look in Liu Ya’s eyes. His pace slowed by half a beat, and his thrown punch carried a hint of hesitation.

Shaking his head, Wang Haoming cast those thoughts to the back of his mind. Now was not the time to delve into that question. Judging by the spiritual energy in his eyes that this was an antique, the weight of the sandalwood Maitreya Buddha in his hand seemed to increase.

After returning home, Wang Haoming was in low spirits and spent the entire day sleeping in his house.

Stheno exhaled several breaths of passionate heat and reached out to pull at Xiang Ye’s belt. Although the side window glass had been shattered, Gabriel flew in, slamming into Stheno with his shoulder and knocking her away.

I remember that day, the look of bewilderment and anger on Jiang Yiran’s face when he saw me wearing the same dress as Liu Yan.

But Yanyu had long understood what it meant to "bow one's head under someone else's eaves." Eight years ago, when her home was burned to the ground and she was taken in by the madam of Chunhua Pavilion, she had learned this lesson.

Spittle sprayed so much that the Fourth Brother retreated repeatedly; if he had stood still, that blood-red mouth would likely have been pressed right against his face.