Volume One, Chapter 61: The Arcade in the Mining District

The disciple of the Aikido Sect curled his lips, a sinister smile appearing. His entire body shimmered with an aquamarine glow—his defensive counterattack martial skill was unleashed. “This time, even if you explode your skill again, it won’t help. I’ll endure the heat and break your leg!” He assumed his stance, waiting for Ye Qingtian’s attack.

“Croak, croak, croak, croak—” The green-skinned toad seemed anxious, letting out urgent cries, saliva spraying everywhere like a torrential rain descending upon Zhao Han.

“As a precaution, keep attacking!” Yao Buxing launched whirlwinds from both hands, pounding them into the center of the explosion. Shen Taikui, from another angle, released fireballs to coordinate the assault.

Qiao Naihe’s cultivation was at the peak of Demon Marshal, just shy of Demon King. With his rich experience and professional training, he could defeat a wild Demon King single-handedly, so dealing with Lord of the Underworld, a Demon Marshal, should pose no problem. However, facing the entire Three Rivers Lynx Legion proved to be a challenge.

The space resembled a vast underground palace, its lofty dome hung with stalactites clustered in layers, jutting out like steep peaks. Bathed in a mysterious blue radiance, the scene became all the more wondrous and majestic.

In the next moment, the other four Poison Sovereigns seemed to receive a signal, crawling out from their posts and encircling Zhao Han, gazing down at him from above.

Yet he didn’t know that Lin Ruo spoke the truth; perhaps as a cultivator, Chen Xuan was unqualified.

His goal was now simple: to cultivate diligently and grow stronger, then rescue his brother from pursuit! Moreover, he had just acquired the secret martial method for body refinement and was eager to begin training.

“Everywhere… it’s everywhere…” Xie Tong also unleashed the Asura Killing Field to probe for fighting intent. Yet, in this world, from sky to earth, the intent of the mushrooms’ attacks pervaded every snowflake, every inch of snowy ground—everywhere.

Even Chen Zhen couldn’t withstand bullets, let alone venturing to the Northeast Provinces—wouldn’t that mean eternal separation from the beautiful Mitsuko Yamada?

Racing is a sport that drains both stamina and concentration. No driver ever smokes behind the wheel, and cola is the worst of junk foods, only accelerating physical exhaustion.

“Brother Luo Yu, what’s wrong?” Ning Xinyu, oblivious to the faint wicked fire igniting in Luo Yu’s heart, asked. Her gentle hands combed her dark tresses; she did not focus much attention on Luo Yu and thus failed to notice his somewhat awkward predicament.

In the capital, no matter how vast a family’s influence, which illustrious clan lacks some solid connections?

Everything belonging to Liu Yu, he would reclaim. What was his, he would not allow anyone to seize. If his strength alone was insufficient, so be it, but if not for Gao Hui’s interference, how could the Bai family alone compare to the former Immortal Alliance?

Li Shuyi and Qiao Rui began flipping through the merit exchange list, but the next second, both hurriedly closed it with frightened expressions.

This was why, though he held a trove of world essence in his hands, he remained purely human, refusing any bloodline exchange.

With no Yellow Turban Warriors left to replenish their ranks, the remaining people were all aged, weak, ill, or disabled—utterly incapable of withstanding the officers and soldiers drawn from noble families.

In ancient times, when armies clashed, the first contest was between generals on horseback. The outcome of mounted combat directly affected morale and was far more impactful than infantry battles. Wu Song lacked equestrian skills, so his martial arts were far less valuable than those of Lu Junyi and Lin Chong, masters of mounted warfare.

In Aiko’s previous compensated dating experiences, the greatest payout came when she gave her first time to a middle-aged uncle—he handed her five hundred thousand yen. Yet now, upon first meeting, this handsome man offered one hundred thousand, which made Aiko secretly resolve to cling tightly to this money tree.

Zhao Si felt there was no need to spend much time and effort devising an automatic recording device under current circumstances. Once that step was omitted and the LED couldn’t be produced, it would also be skipped… so the process became very simple, heavily reliant on manual operation.

As dozens of colossal Kunpengs dragged this realm of true illusion and heavenly domain into stable connection, Su Xing was officially integrated into this vast system.

Unfortunately, she was intoxicated by her last success, giving the other side an opportunity and making their already strained situation even worse.

Li Zexuan suddenly understood—Yan Shaoning had indeed told him. Yet now, these two girls were clearly gossiping beneath the tree, chatting away—not a trace of “scientific research” in sight.

After all, no matter how many halos and ranks she possessed, before Feng Lixi she remained a pitiable creature easily crushed by a single hand.

As the sky gradually dimmed, Yue Cangli leaped and maneuvered through the primeval forest, seeking space to survive.

The two continued outside for two more rounds, and Mu Jiao finally learned a support role, able to coordinate with the system.

The method for purifying sulfur was to place sulfur-containing materials in a heater, raise the temperature above four hundred degrees, introduce steam, open the exhaust valve, and the iron pipe would spray a mixture of sulfur and water vapor. This vapor was then passed into cold water, precipitating sulfur, which was dried to yield high-quality sulfur.

Su Luoyi didn’t catch the rest of the words, but upon hearing “senior brother,” her heart bloomed with joy.

Each punch landed with palpable force, causing the audience atop the arena to forget to cheer. In all their years, such close-quarters combat was a first. The inescapable, unavoidable struggle could only be called the most arduous battle ever witnessed.

He could only help with what little he could, easing his own pain.

After a round of scolding and humiliation from Wu Xuemei, the driver kept the speed at the maximum of 120. Though Mr. Zhao had demanded haste, after all, those in the car weren’t Mr. Zhao.

When Han Lingxue approached the gate, she dared not swagger out openly, instead choosing a darker corner to scale the wall and leave.

“Zixue, you’re too naive. Why didn’t you tell Feng Xiao and let him handle it? He’s Sun Kaiyuan’s elder brother. I think he’d have a way to resolve this.” The head nurse asked in bewilderment.