Volume 1, Chapter 42: The Busy Businessman

"Rise, you are a meritorious hero of my Myriad Transformation Sect! There is no need for this." Long Aotian laughed, his smile radiant.

Because Tang Yinluo was coming and he wanted to dine with her, his own presence felt far too intrusive.

Encouraged by the beating of drums, the endless legions of the Wolf Clan finally charged to the foot of the city. The ground beneath the walls cracked repeatedly, releasing an aura of blood.

The moment the Spirit-Absorbing Orb touched his newly manifested staff, it became his property. He deactivated the orb's influence over the Elves, allowing the Elven race to move about freely.

"Not you? Then who could it be..." Though Ye Chao lacked emotional intelligence, he could not help but feel suspicious at this moment, yet a sudden voice interrupted his train of thought.

He was just an ordinary person; he truly had no desire to create some earth-shattering world like other transmigrators. He only wanted a life of peace and comfort.

Nearby, several giant spirit beasts rushed out to assist the giants in battle. Recalling how Princess Xianxin had previously been imprisoned by the Slaughter Lord, everyone dared not let the giants face the Lords alone, doing their best to assist the Cyclopes.

Upon seeing the middle-aged man meet his gaze, the illusory figure suddenly flickered like a ghost and vanished before him.

Watching the chaotic scene, Meng Sui and Xiang Liao exchanged glances, both feeling it necessary to keep an eye on these few to prevent them from doing something irreversible.

Except for Saitama, almost nothing could unreasonably traverse directly from one world to another.

The vendors selling lanterns had all instinctively chosen to set up their stalls along the lakeside, offering a wide variety of lantern styles.

The sound of artillery shells rang out again, accompanied by violent explosions. Lu Mingfei threw the corpse out of the coffin and shoved Kaczynski and himself inside instead.

Perhaps after a single mission, you might obtain the inheritance of some powerful expert, a certification for a hidden class, or even equipment and items of the highest quality.

She was young and could accept the relationship between Ji Linglan and Ji Muchen, but Old Master Ji was elderly, and people of his age were generally very stubborn.

They knew that Ye Xiao had sabotaged the city's water supply; only yesterday, they had been gleefully discussing the matter, marveling at Ye Xiao's astonishing strength.

There was also a preliminary trial: every participating disciple was required to hunt at least one monster of the fourth rank or higher to fully qualify.

"What does that have to do with me?" Barelu said expressionlessly, his eyes devoid of any pity for innocent lives.

Along the way, anything that blocked its path—whether it was black ants, fire ants, or fire dragon ants—was crushed.

The professors' eyes shone more fiercely than wolves as they scrambled to join the video conference.

The appearance of the Ji family's great-grandchildren had given Old Master Ji hope once more; he longed to hand over the Ji Group directly to Ji Nan or Jiang Shuoshuo, or even Jiang Nuannuan.

Of course, Gu Qing did not choose to cultivate everything. A person’s energy is limited, and it is impossible to master fists, palms, blades, and swords all at once, so he chose only basic blade techniques to practice.

The leader of the Iron Fist group let out a roar, his figure instantly swelling by half a meter as thick black hair sprouted across his body.

In the cold and silent reception room, Han Yi kicked his chair with such force that it flipped over onto the floor.

Among the many posts on the forum, the only thing missing was a question asking what type the third expansion pack would be, as the voting for the world background of the third expansion had already ended.

A Gargoyle player from the Aotian Club saw the situation taking a turn for the worse and shoved Mark aside, blocking a lethal strike from an NPC’s sneak attack.

Boya was disappointed and muttered something unintelligible. Long Aotian, not bothering to pay him any mind, left the club headquarters and returned to the Divine Realm.

Mentally exhausted, his soul essence severely drained, his body limp, and his attention gradually drifting due to the need to remain vigilant—his entire being had lost its peak combat readiness.

If one tries too hard to curry favor, it only becomes annoying and proves counterproductive.

Although Gu Qing did not use true energy, he had, after all, reached the Bone Tempering Realm. Even using only internal energy, its quality surpassed that of Jiang Feng, allowing his scorching blade glare to suppress the wild wind sword aura.

Mai Bujia deliberately acted nonchalant, hoping to deceive the Demon Rakshasa so he could break through this damned seed of supernatural power. However, he did not expect the seed to be a magical artifact refined by the Demon Rakshasa himself, practically one with his physical body. The Demon Rakshasa had already sensed the danger from these subtle changes.

The expressions of the gathered experts tightened. At the location of Heaven Beyond Heaven, one figure after another rose into the air, standing in battle formation.

"I will go and take a look." As the person in charge of the First Ward, Marude Itsuki took the initiative to step out of the conference room, and the others followed suit.

Snow White rejected Viscount Gas. The spies hidden in the Royal City began to riot the next day, setting fires everywhere and charging toward the palace with blades in hand. Amidst the chaos in the city, Prince Gas led his troops to lay siege, leaving Snow White no choice but to flee the city with the ministers and soldiers loyal to her.

It is like many dragon-slaying knights who eventually turn into evil dragons themselves. The temptation of power is incomparable, which is why the game of thrones is so dangerous, yet players remain obsessed with it.

Bai Yang shrank back; though she was usually sharp-tongued, she did not say a single word at this moment.

The members of the Celestial Master Sect could never have dreamed that demons would attack in the middle of the night, slaughtering the innocent commoners without a shred of mercy. In less than a quarter of an hour, the mountain gate was stained red with blood. Stimulated by the carnage, the demons could not stop themselves and began their assault on the sect.

"What does the Daoist friend mean by this? Mount Kunlun is the orthodox lineage of the Profound Gate. With this young lady’s aptitude, she has the potential to attain the Golden Immortal path; why must the Daoist friend hinder her opportunity?" Kun Wuzi said with a smile.

He did not know how much time had passed, but in his daze, Yang Jing woke up. Hearing a rustling sound, he subconsciously turned his head to look, and his sleepy eyes suddenly lit up.

During this time, Penghai dove down several more times. Leiguang could only struggle to contort his body to narrowly avoid the strikes, but he was not always so lucky; several times he only managed to dodge fatal blows, leaving his body covered in lacerations.