Chapter 61: Crumbs at the Corner of the Mouth

Zhang Chenxi was the first to hear the call. He stopped in his tracks, placed both hands on his knees, and took slight, ragged breaths.

Lifting his head toward the pavilion, a flicker of anticipation crossed his eyes. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and smiled at his companions beside him. "Come on, let's go get some food. There's bound to be plenty of good stuff."

With that, he strode toward the pavilion.

His pace was brisk and vigorous, the flagstones beneath his feet producing a rhythmic sound, every step brimming with delight.

The dragon-patterned spear checked the momentum of the raging successive strikes. Wu Qinghai possessed a keen sense of smell; seizing the opportunity, it seemed that ranged-class players were pure opportunists—the gale-force volleys and the prairie-blaze spell flashed simultaneously like a pair of dice rolled by fate.

"Where on earth are you going?" Suolang asked strangely, watching Kancima-De, clad in white gloves, pull him by the hand and head back in the direction of the Spirit Cat Forest.

Over the past couple of days, even officers like them were getting only bean gruel for every meal; couldn't he at least make a joke to lighten the mood?

Zhuang Zhaoxue had originally intended to drag Liu Zhaohui off to a room for some intimate whispering. Seeing that the Daoist priest had spoken, though reluctant in her heart, she had no choice but to walk over with Liu Zhaohui and stand to the side.

Someone above shouted loudly in Mongolian: "Listen closely, you Mongols down there! Drop to your knees and surrender immediately, and your lives shall be spared!" This was repeated three times over.

Dianwangren called Tayang and Huan-Ting out of the tent, brought along Moluo, and detailed to them the specific implementation procedures of the Second Soul Summoning technique.

Just as the match began, Qingjunzi conjured the Dragon Carriage Needle, and his primary skill, Ghost Wall, directly stunned Only Du Kang's Soul-Winged Greedy Wolf. Waving his hand, he unleashed bolts of lightning that forced Only Du Kang into a continuous retreat. As the rolling thunderbolts crashed down, accompanied by barrier-breaking effects, Only Du Kang's pet was slain right at the opening of the match.

"Impossible..." Yuan Wei's ultimate goal was the Bone-Refining Mirror and extracting the nightmare bone from within his own body. As for the Soul-Condensation Realm, he dared not even harbor extravagant hopes.

Mu Ai stared with his one remaining pale eyeball at the equally embarrassed Moluo and Daipunuo, who had dropped out of nowhere and showed not a shred of engagement in the situation. His mouth opened, then closed again.

"Seot! Manifest your power!" A brilliant ball of light enveloped Zhou Ming, his massive physique rapidly condensing, and a bizarrely shaped colorful giant materialized before everyone's eyes.

The blade had already made contact with the protective barrier; the first layer shattered at the sound, followed by the second and the third. The golden barrier surrounding Wang Ba cracked layer by layer before Ye like fragile bricks, emitting crisp, snapping sounds.

Knowing that Master's arrangements were always thorough, I found it somewhat embarrassing to say much more at that moment and simply followed Zhou Tong into the house one after the other. After placing the fruit on the table, Zhou Tong collapsed straight onto the sofa, remarking that he had been practicing spells there day and night and desperately wanted a long sleep.

Later on, Lan Xin even became the lord of Plum Mountain City. For the Lan family, for Plum Mountain City, and for the numerous martial artists of Plum Mountain City, she cast a halo of sacredness over the entire place.

"How could that be? Buddha, if you don't believe it, go and see for yourself," Su辰 said, putting on a calm composure.

"Very well, you may step down!" The sect master waved his hand. Ye Tian looked over; the sect master had a resolute expression, naturally imposing without anger, and his hair was frosted with gray. This was none other than Bi Xuan, the master of the Ageless Sect. Seated alongside him was another elder with entirely white hair, possessing an ethereal, Daoist-immortal aura—undoubtedly a senior figure of the older generation from the Ageless Sect who had come to hold the fort.

I freed one hand to touch the jade, the coffin timbers, and the ritual sword—they were still there. The more I tried to calm down, the more agitated I became, causing the hand gripping the steering wheel to tremble.

Bik, who had always been hailed as a genius and the person most likely to break through and become a Witch King, had lingered at the high-level wizard realm for a very long time.

As for the salary, Xia Tian hadn't mentioned it to me, probably not daring to bring it up. After all, I was now a boss myself, and my relationship with Brother Lei was so close that it was understandable he didn't dare talk to me about money.