Chapter 28: Crawling Out

Shen Wenzhi and Shen Junshuo couldn't help but stifle their laughter. This was the most authentic side of Mo Xingchen that few people ever witnessed, the most endearing aspect hidden beneath his imperious exterior. This side of him rarely appeared before others—perhaps only in front of Liang Kun and Shen Wenzhi.

On the eve of Spring's Beginning, Huanyu, Jinyao, and Huanyi stayed up all night, sitting before the completed formation, awaiting Haoxuan's return. The Spring Deity, Mangzhong, once again revealed his true form, ready to aid the four in breaking through the seal.

Everyone was frozen in place, listening to the bargaining between Noel and the Boss Rabbit, their eyes wide with astonishment—so players could actually negotiate with the organizers and even search for loopholes?

People stared, dumbfounded. Until now, tentacles had always been an evil black and purple; never before had they seen pure white ones.

In truth, Fang Hong was worried too. What if the proprietor had a change of heart, closed the shop temporarily, and delayed their employment—what if, after a few days, there were no more positions available?

"Zihan, the visitors from the Demon Realm mean harm. You must go first," Xiu Su insisted, convinced a fierce battle was inevitable today. He could not allow Yu Zihan to be harmed here, so he gathered a surge of spiritual power, wrapped him in it, and flung him away. This force would ensure his safe return to the edges of the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Though the entertainment news was abuzz with reports about the Pei family, Duan Meixuan believed the media was merely chasing rumors.

After offering a bow, Canxue retreated and went to greet Huanyi. His steps were hurried, fearing Huanyi might truly stir up trouble. At this moment, not a single disciple of the Xuanming Sect, who were resetting the traps along the way, was a match for Huanyi. To avoid unnecessary casualties, Canxue had to deliver Mo Jingtian's message before any conflict erupted.

In time, as the transactions grew into millions and tens of millions, it would be indefensible not to pay taxes.

Who had ascended? Looking back, if nothing had gone awry, the mighty ones who descended to the mortal world must have belonged to the Four Great Houses. With this in mind, people gazed expectantly at the swirling immortal auras—everyone except Yi Qing.

It was just past five in the morning, and guessing that the enemy had already opened the city gates, Zhang Junjie jumped off the vehicle, went to the front, grabbed the crank, and began to turn it with all his might.

Seeing Dingding Cat lying so comfortably, she thought for a moment, then found a patch covered in fallen leaves and lay down as well.

Warm breath drifted to his ear. Having just run for a while, Xu Xiaoxiao was already out of breath, and Xiao Zhan felt as if his body, already restless, was instantly set ablaze.

After dealing with Major Takamiya, Ling Han and his companions threw themselves back into their tense work.

Best tapped his own head, regretting not getting Simon's contact information sooner. Over this past month, Simon had become one of his greatest idols.

The two exchanged glances and walked away together, but after a brief circuit, they doubled back, only to overhear Chu Luo inside the room murmuring, “Ha, not bad—it’s really noctambulism, making me as elusive as a ghost.”

This time, his target was no longer Sang Lan. Instead, he gripped the candlestick horizontally and lunged it fiercely toward my heart.

After going downstairs, Su Yang was surprised to find Zhang Biao, having finished his New Year’s Eve meal, had driven all the way back from the countryside and was waiting.

Zhamutian, King of the Left Wise, ranked fifteenth on the Heaven List and was the second strongest in the Northern Di. Yet this stranger before him boldly proclaimed he would kill Zhamutian?

From then on, every year after the autumn harvest, the Flame Emperor would gather everyone for the annual La Festival celebration to mark the bountiful harvest. The custom of holding a midday market thus took root.

After a while, Lu Yuan began to feel alternating waves of heat and cold—cold as lying on a glacier, hot as falling into a sea of fire, each torment more excruciating than the last.

Clara took the ring, rubbing it gently with her fingers. Her red eyes brimmed with tears once again—she had not expected Stephanie to protect this item even to her dying breath.

“Melutia! Ignoring even my words—are you so eager to die?” Clara roared, fury overwhelming her at the sight.

Reappearing on Dragon Island, Lin Xiao’s expression had regained its customary serenity. Sitting cross-legged, he activated the exquisite technique with all his might; the moonlight and starlight coursing through his meridians grew broader and stronger.

They possessed such means, certainly, but who would willingly let their soul become contaminated with such impurities under normal circumstances?

The stone steps seemed untouched for ages. The higher one climbed, the thicker and denser the weeds sprouting from the cracks, and the more lush and tangled the branches flanking the stairs.

This year, at the Mid-Autumn Festival, Golden Dragon Lake hosted a lantern gala. In the evening, crowds flocked to the lakeside in delight. Amid the festivities, a sudden outcry—the report of someone drowning themselves. The victim was pulled from the water, and only then did the crowd realize it was Xiaoyu from the Spring Fragrance House. Despite attempts to save her, she was pronounced dead.

Xingtian continued to grope into the distance, but still could not find his head, never suspecting it lay right beneath him, at the bottom of a nearby ravine. Xingtian was overcome with sorrow, unable even to weep. Without a head, without eyes, how could he ever find what he sought?

Yan Yuan bowed her head in silence, while Li Xun and the others, roused by the words of the Underworld Fire Yama, suddenly came to their senses. As they gazed at the vast fields of light around them, a chill crept into their hearts.

“Hello! This is Xu Siyou, Commander of the East Sea Fleet. Please connect me to General Wu Kai—I need to speak with him!” Once the signal was established, the voice from the Chinese fleet rang out in the defense hall.