Chapter 39 I Found the Copper Coin

At the mention of those two thousand yuan, Zhou Ping’s eyes darted away, betraying her guilty conscience. But Wang Changzhi’s mind was entirely consumed by thoughts of money, and he failed to notice.

"I think this copper coin must be something of great importance; otherwise, no one would spend so much just to find it."

"Tell me, what if we find it and then use this coin to..."

Zhou Ping understood his meaning instantly. "You mean..."

"Exactly. With the coin in our hands—"

Her words were indeed the truth; Gu Qianyi had told her exactly that, and she had promised him that she would join the student council through her own hard work.

"Looks like she’s actually capable of listening," Duan Qing remarked, feeling a sense of relief as he watched the Fire Phoenix take action.

Du Yi cursed inwardly. He truly did not want to go to war with a peerless fiend unless absolutely necessary, but given the current circumstances, he had no other choice.

After all, it was her first time meeting the Empress Dowager in her capacity as the Crown Princess consort, so she couldn't help but dress with extra care. Xiao Yingdi still chose elegant, understated colors, which gave her a dignified appearance. As she left Yimei Pavilion, she happened to run into Feng Xue. This was their first reunion after a long separation.

Sensing the young master’s footsteps drawing closer, Fengfeng pondered how to handle the situation. Her first impression of the young master of the Wan family was that he was somewhat frivolous and debauched, and she felt a sense of resistance growing within her, though she dared not show it on her face.

He spoke to himself in a low voice. He was no fool; it occurred to him instantly that the ability to fly on a sword back at Taixu Valley might have been due to the use of a flight talisman.

"Sect Master, what does this mean?" Beidou, failing to grasp the Sect Master's intention, couldn't help but ask.

"Brother Lin, Ah Qing, do you feel that?" Duan Simin’s expression shifted suddenly, ignoring Duan Lin’s comment.

Qingyuan was caught off guard as a scorching fist slammed into his face, shattering his cheekbone and causing his cheek to cave in.

One look at the man’s expression told everyone he didn’t belong here; he seemed visibly shaken by what was unfolding. The police pointed him in Junjie’s direction.

If the game were merely about collecting and raising creatures, most people would likely grow tired of it after a while, unless they were obsessive collectors or die-hard fans intent on completing their Pokedex. But if the focus were shifted to competition, it would be an entirely different story.

"The gap between our guild’s shield warriors and battle mages is just too vast!" Shui Mu Nianhua watched as the lord-level boss regained its overwhelming momentum, cutting down the Shui Mu guild players blocking its path with effortless swings of its blade, killing countless players on the spot.

"A strange smell? I don't smell anything~" The person beneath her actually believed it, immediately twitching her nose and sniffing earnestly several times, yet she couldn't detect anything at all.

This was a piece of black technology that simulated the magic of the Divine Realm, a miraculous technique Yun Qi had never even imagined possible.

Seeing this response, Mu Xun smiled immediately—a smile so bone-chilling that it made Xi Ning and the other person shudder uncontrollably.

Once the person at the bottom of the lake equipped their weapon, the numerous Tencent players surrounding the hexagram star were fully certain that one of the two players at the center of the altar was the Thunder God, Xiao Cangsheng.

The player continued to laugh boisterously, and it was only then that Shimei’s younger brother noticed the player's name.

Because of Leo’s special identity, Rong Shaochen felt that every stranger added to the household increased the risk to him, so there had always been only two servants in the house. Jin Guizi was responsible not only for the meals but also for the laundry and cleaning.

"End up as a senior? He’s only a junior this year, how could he be a senior?" Song Nan was busy receiving freshmen, handing out student handbooks, guidelines, and camouflage uniforms for the upcoming military training. For a moment, he couldn't quite process what he had heard.