Volume 1, Chapter 63: Conflict at the Dinner Table

Yan Chu did not give him a definite answer. “If we are meant to meet again, we will.”

A warm current surged through Song Haochen’s heart, filling him with an unprecedented sense of ease and delight.

Yan Chu turned and walked toward the villa. Song Haochen watched her retreating figure until she vanished into the night, then slowly turned and left.

When Yan Chu returned home, she felt as though her entire body were about to fall apart.

The waves did not continue to rage as I had feared. They churned violently for a while, then gradually subsided. I breathed a sigh of relief. At least this storm was still within our power to salvage.

Guan Junfeng felt that he must truly be ill. Ever since he had been admitted to the hospital, his heart had been pounding nonstop. He could barely control his emotions whenever he saw Da Luo. Now, after hearing what he had said, his heart had plummeted from its highest point to the bottom of a ravine. Had he suffered a heart attack?

“He probably does have feelings for me, right?” Qi Fan had actually begun to doubt himself. He had just picked up a piece of eggplant with fish-fragrant sauce when his hand trembled and dropped it onto the table.

Zheng Xiulin’s apology sounded utterly sincere, but Su Xing did not miss the smugness and ostentation in her eyes.

“Gu Beichen! It really is Gu Beichen!” I exclaimed in astonishment. Yet Xiaoying and Fatty still showed no sign of movement. As for Professor Chen, we had lost contact with him ever since entering this sunken ship. We had not heard the slightest word from him.

“Is there something—?” Tang Miaomiao had not finished speaking when the person before her vanished like a gust of wind.

“You are you, and Grandfather is Grandfather. How can you speak for him?” Qiao Xi bristled at once and retorted indignantly, “Did Grandfather ever agree to let you speak on his behalf?”

Most importantly, she had already boasted before everyone that she would be mercilessly mocked if Zhao Youyou failed to appear.

“Whatever. I answered you. It was your own fault for not making yourself clear,” Meng Yijin said, rolling her eyes with complete justification.

From beginning to end, none of these players knew what sort of danger was concealed beneath the swamp pool. Even those who had already died had no idea how they had met their end.

Gastrodia was highly beneficial to the human cardiovascular system, brain, and nerves. It was especially effective for ailments such as headaches.

The undead had no need for spatial elements. Their power came from the necrotic energy within their skulls. Their ability to fight continuously was far inferior to that of a Holy Mage, though they had no problem holding out for a short time.

Just as Su Ran’s bony finger touched its shell, a terrifying suction force suddenly erupted from within the cactus. Before Su Ran could resist, it dragged him inside with overwhelming force.

As a mage, he had little need for food to begin with. Given the environment here and the abundance of elemental energy, surviving was naturally not a problem.

Afterward, Luvik threw him onto the bedboard of a wooden hut, lest he drown in the rain or freeze to death outside.

The tribulation lightning exploded with a deafening roar, instantly stripping half the Blackstone Monster’s health. Though the creature possessed a naturally stony body, it could not withstand such a violent force and was blasted away.

The giant ant used its powerful forelimbs as weapons, smashing them toward the charging undead skeleton. Unfortunately, its attack path was far too obvious, and Wangcai dodged every blow. The forelimbs crashed into the ground, producing two thunderous explosions.

Like the Eastern Continent, the Western Continent also had a Ten-Year War. This time, however, something had gone wrong: the Gate of War had opened ahead of schedule, leaving the Western Continent in an even worse state than the Eastern Continent.

Just as Zhou Xuan, the crocodile, and the other demon clansmen of the Azure Emperor’s lineage faced off against Yan Ruyu and the others, a sight appeared amid the primordial ruins: in the distance, atop the Azure Emperor’s tomb at the mouth of the volcano—

“Nonsense! My elder sister is the president of the Crimson Society. How could she command everyone’s respect without some real ability?” Fatty Wan stared at Situ Xuan as though he were an idiot.

“No! I refuse! I won’t let you! I can’t stand by and watch you go to your death! If you want to save her, you’ll have to step over my body!” Third Fatty stood in front of me, tears glimmering in his eyes.