Chapter Forty-Six

Battling monsters with his hands, Nie Xuan’s mind kept racing, contemplating the pros and cons of the second transformation. Yet, he felt as if he had forgotten something—something related to skills. What could it be?

“That’s different! You can’t always be with me; only a real brother can stay together all the time.” Meow Meow pouted, envying Sister An Nian.

Approaching the fortress outskirts, Nie Xuan cautiously peeked over the boundary. Seeing no obstacles below, he stepped back a few paces, then suddenly dashed forward with a burst of speed. In midair, he stretched his arms wide, forming a cross shape, and plummeted rapidly toward the ground.

Inside the banquet hall, distinguished guests gathered for a charity gala hosted by the National Academy. Attendance was mandatory for the princes.

“Sis, it’s already all over WeChat.” Xu Shishi took out her phone and showed Xu Ying.

Jin Shuai showed no displeasure at being assigned to the reception area, especially in front of the corpulent director. Even if he had complaints, what good would it do? Would he dare defy the leadership, especially under an organization bearing such authority?

The elemental creatures summoned through elemental favor dealt minimal damage. However, players did not rely on these beings to fight enemies directly. Instead, when elemental creatures appeared nearby, their inherent auras bestowed substantial buffs upon the entire team.

Chu Qian was stunned, but her feelings soon turned to anger. Facing the blatant insult from Ye Wutian, she felt murderous rage. She had never before endured such humiliation.

Chen Feng had no time to focus on Catherine; Xu Yun was about to give birth, and this matter had everyone on edge.

Leng Bao, bullying Wuman—a blind man—held his spear poised, waiting patiently rather than striking immediately, anticipating Wuman’s approach.

Among creatures of medium build, especially carnivorous mammals, they had evolved toward a balanced, adaptable, and versatile form.

Then, a flicker of azure light extended slowly, following the path of the power of faith, finally enveloping all members of the Taihao clan in a glowing blue aura.

“Gabriel.” Suddenly, Li Qinglian appeared before Gabriel, who seemed to be making excuses, and pressed close to his delicate and charming face.

Lost in thought, Wu Luo suddenly sprang from the spiritual realm, startling Zhang Shiping, who had momentarily let down his guard.

Over the past year, the Sword Sect had given Wu Fan no end of trouble. Had Yin Hua not vanished somewhere, she would have returned Shen Jie to the Sword Sect long ago.

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Once the green pearl completely vanished, Jiang Yan picked up a stone bowl and ladled a cup of jade-green medicinal broth from the stone pot, downing it in one gulp.

Checking the last mission’s location, Zhang Yang flipped through pages again, searching for a new task.

From the strained expressions of the five on the DWG field, it was clear their tightly wound nerves were beginning to fray.

“I’m not going. You all have partners, but I’m flying solo. It’s too annoying—I can’t stand it!” Zhao Hongyu shook his head, refusing.

She chose to sever ties by placing an ad in the newspaper because she had seen many do the same online in this era, including some leaders. This method seemed widely accepted.

After discussing this, the four gathered in Blaze’s room to chat about other trivial matters, changes in the empire over the year, and policies announced by the emperor and royal family.

He still followed his own plan, upgrading two damaged frontline troops to level two before moving to support.

As for why Irene’s previous team disbanded, she refused to mention those memories—they were stories for another time.

Luo Ning leaned back in her chair, holding an apple. Her white dress was slightly lifted, revealing overlapping bruises on her knees.

Director Sun heard the boy’s cold tone for the first time, heart skipping a beat as he suddenly recalled that his family was the largest investor.

This time the director wasted no suspense; with a grand gesture, staff handed out flyers to the guests.

She walked to the classroom door, watching two students secretly passing notes and whispering sweet nothings, their minds far from the lesson.

“Feng’er, are you going out on another mission?” Qin Mingyue asked, sensing Qin Feng was hiding something from the family.

I can’t find any introductions—this is too fake. All I know is it’s sealed, but I have no idea how formidable this soul that fell is.

“Mr. Song is one of Brother Hong’s most respected people. How could he take this matter lightly?” Lü Hong smiled gently at Song Yuan and nodded.

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I felt the air turn cold, especially when Zhang Ruiran behind me greeted Lu Xudong with an overly “enthusiastic” “hi,” dropping the surrounding temperature by at least ten degrees.

It was heartbreaking to watch. Without powerful attacks and armor-breaking effects, archers simply couldn’t penetrate this heavily armored boss.

I kept silent, enduring in silence. Though calm on the outside, inside I was concocting a remedy. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to act, but I didn’t want them to make needless sacrifices.

I turned angrily to shout at him for being crazy, but he suddenly leaned in close, pressing down on me.

She didn’t know how he had learned of this, but hearing it now, she felt as if her heart was being squeezed violently, pain twisting it almost beyond bearing. Her eyes blurred, mist gathering, teetering on the edge of tears.

“I know, brother, I’ll come out right away.” Lü Xianger thought of the leftover canned fruit she should share with her good neighbors, then climbed out of the wine cellar. After sealing the cellar tightly, she hurried out of the mud house.

Li Xuanyi stood and stretched his limbs. The brief rest had restored some of his true energy, so there was no need to continue resting. It was better to prepare for the journey to Jing County.

No wonder the River Styx was among the strongest of the quasi-saints—their combat power and perception were formidable.

He was somewhat surprised. Though he had given his all intending to send Ma San flying, something felt different the moment his fist struck.

The once vast and powerful sword qi vanished instantly, and black flames swept past the Sword Dao practitioner without causing the slightest injury.

Just as before, Feng Yuan felt as if his bones were burning; he clutched his chest with his right hand involuntarily.

Here, Ai Haibara had a fixed seat, but she felt as if no place here belonged to her—Kudo still hadn’t said a single word to her.