Thirty zero thirty.

“Wait, no! Don’t press any further. Let’s start over!” Hearing this, Ninety-One quickly pulled back her leg, terrified, refusing to let Yang Bin touch her recklessly. Throughout, she didn’t dare raise her head. Yang Bin was puzzled but helpless, so he prepared for battle again.

Well, Xiao Lin found out; I still couldn’t hide it. He’s a deity-level existence, someone I can’t provoke. To avoid punishment, I have to start bluffing.

Therefore, the final result only remains at the fiftieth level. As for beyond the fifty-first, I’ll have to wait for another chance to return.

Night fell once more. The harsh cold wind outside cut like blades against the skin. Even the soldiers guarding the border city chose to hide inside armored vehicles at this hour. Yet, unnoticed, a dozen or so black shadows silently slipped into Jinling, carried by the howling wind.

“The higher the status, the greater the power; the more human nature turns ugly. Only those who hold supreme status yet maintain their original heart truly deserve this qualification,” An Ya said thoughtfully.

Nine shadows of sticks appeared on each side, totaling eighteen. Each shadow was composed of nine sticks, making eighty-one sticks in all. This technique was my adaptation of the mysterious “Starfall Nine Dust” staff method. Holding a staff in each hand, my strength doubled, yet the power increased far beyond that.

Behind the woods lay a circular pit ten meters deep and about thirty meters in diameter. Rare sunlight poured entirely into the pit, as if something inside attracted the light. Dust and sand could not block the radiance from yearning for this place.

Thus, numerous wandering souls drifted through this thick miasma, seemingly searching for something. At night, these souls vanished, captured by Qi Yu into the heart of the Soul-Imprisoning Tree.

“Did it succeed?!” You Jian looked toward Rou Xue’s direction. Amidst the dust cloud, nothing was visible, but his intuition told him that Rou Xue, as a corporate president, wouldn’t have solved this so easily.

The poison in his body was a long-term accumulation from disguise drugs. Once he took the antidote to restore his true form, the toxin would dissipate. He hadn’t taken it because, first, he always appeared in disguise, and second, the pear blossom fragrance on him would be exposed if he took the antidote.

“Master, Master, are you alright?” The old butler, leading a group of servants, hurried to Guan Jingtian, breathless. Seeing his clothes slightly torn and his disheveled appearance, they panicked, anxiously checking him over.

“No running away now. I’m no longer the Duanmu Yunze of old,” Yun Ze said, looking at Qing Rang, who had drunk two bowls of pear blossom brew. “You’re not still the type who must drink three bowls to fall, are you?” Qing Rang’s tolerance for alcohol was always high, but pear blossom brew was her favorite; drinking three bowls would inevitably make her pass out.

“So bad? Let’s go see. I want to see if this Soul-Nourishing Sect has the courage to provoke the emperor,” Jiang Yun snorted coldly and led the way out of the main hall.

***

In the Shaman Sacrificial Hall of the holy city Tros, Aquina temporarily held the great power of the Wilderness Clan in place of Osman.

“Tch.” The Sadhu Priest, a man of high rank chosen by the public, let out a single scoffing sound through his teeth, expressing disdain.

“Oh dear~ I say, can’t you wash your filthy feet? The smell in this room~ it’s burning my eyes!” Hai Ting held her nose, pulling a stinky sock wedged between the sofa cushions, grumbling.

“Huangfu Xian, Ru’er has been your disciple for ten years. How can you treat her like this?” Feng Hua spoke to Huangfu Xian. Though tied to a pillar, Feng Hua showed no panic, maintaining the calm and grace of a nobleman.

The news of the Tang dynasty’s victory spread like a spark in a powder keg, exploding everywhere. The common people of Tang looked at each other in disbelief. After a brief shock, they erupted into earth-shattering cheers.

Nagato hoped nothing would make him change his determination to grow stronger—not external matters, nor these incidents. Such resolve must not waver.

The officials followed Emperor Mingsheng to the Imperial Garden, while the consorts, led by Empress Yun, also went there.

Fu Yun could not fathom the actions of these barbarians. The people of Bianyou city fancied themselves cunning and farsighted, viewing the mere barbarians as no threat. Yet the southern barbarians’ moves were inscrutable to all.

You are still relying on surface appearances or carbon tests, but Lu Hengchuan’s spiritual insight reveals everything at a glance. The difference is immediately clear.

Next, Lin Mo planned to study this set of cultivation techniques in the cave dwelling. Last time, he merely explored briefly; this time, he intended to delve into its secrets carefully.

Wei Bingkun conveyed the request to Luo Yongsheng, who readily agreed, not minding the cost—after all, knowledge is priceless.

Having experienced countless schemes and betrayals while climbing the tower, he immediately entered a state of vigilance.

Among the largest pieces of information was the mention of the “Dragon-Slaying Clan” by the divine-level selection system.

***

“In response to the master, it is indeed true. This news has spread throughout the capital!” a guard of the Chen residence replied.

After the last upgrade of the safe house, Xu Yang, now possessing a level-two safe house, could perform some simple cooking in the kitchen.

She cried, but it was useless; Qin Pei still gave her a solid beating until he thought it was enough.

I was silent for a few seconds, but my mind raced at lightning speed, wondering if there was any other way to pass the time. “Where to wait?” The question ended as my brain’s hemispheres whirled.

After Jun Shuang ate a piece, seeing Jun Qing hadn’t touched his, she took it over and ate it herself.

With such thoughts, these elite soldiers showed the scene just now, willing to forego government rewards to let Jun Shuang join the intensive training.

“Why is it said for sister to live here? Do I not live here?” A Wen caught the question in Elder Li’s words and immediately asked.

“Badu Geba Xianni, my child!” Suliman cried out heartbrokenly upon seeing Badu Geba Xianni’s condition, rushing forward to embrace her.

Ruan Mianmian pursed her lips, a sense of unease rising in her heart. She glanced at Wu Xu without needing a second look, her eyes resting on Jue Ming in the corner.

Feng Jiuyou was not anxious; after all, a duck once in the mouth can still fly away. But this time, he dared not be careless, having been fooled twice already.