Volume 1, Chapter 58: You Really Are Quite Foolish

Yes, I cannot die, for I have heard many say that I am a scoundrel, a curse upon the world. In the realm of martial arts, among its people, who can truly see clearly? And who will stand triumphant in the end?

Zhou Zisheng nodded, no longer paying attention to Zheng Hua. He sat back down to read the newspaper, while Zheng Hua obediently withdrew.

“Sir! Look! This is Yuan Shao’s eldest son, Yuan Tan!” Xiahou Dun entered, roughly throwing the tightly bound Yuan Tan onto the ground, then clasped his fists towards Xi Zhicai in greeting.

For masters, Master Yan had always shown great respect, especially after witnessing the two men’s superb martial skills, which had won his heartfelt admiration.

The title of Grand Mage could only be earned by players who reached level 100, a level attainable solely by seasoned veterans. A Grand Mage capable of wielding fifth-tier magic could easily annihilate 50 to 60 fourth-tier practitioners, let alone this ragtag group of uneven levels.

Shi Yang shook his head. At present, he had not pondered the matter deeply; his only thought was to rest for a while. There was no need to rush into what came next.

Bai Xue’s unparalleled lightness skill, even while severely wounded and escorting another, made their escape highly plausible.

However, while Xiahou Yuan wished to flee, Sun Yi would not allow it. Upon learning that Gan Ning was coming to their aid, Sun Yi and Chen Yang were instantly invigorated. As Xiahou Yuan dragged Xiahou Shang attempting to escape, Sun Yi immediately thrust his spear towards him.

“Is he really dead?” Hu Qin’s face paled instantly. She swayed, nearly collapsing. She felt a sudden tightness in her arm just as she lost balance, steadying herself. When she glanced up, she saw Hu Xiao’s expression was equally grave.

Murong Fu was shocked. Searching for his father—could there be some hidden truth? Just as he was about to question further, Bao Butong’s grip loosened. He quickly reached out with a sigh, but by the time those words were spoken, Bao Butong had already passed away.

He was still alive now, but his master was gone. His current state was so dire it indicated the transmission of power had failed. His master had not passed on what he intended—his master had already... transcended this world.

It was an old-fashioned lottery system—two copies, with the carbon copy left in the hands of the common folk.

Then, using this interval and their free time, the Five Tigers would slowly uncover the misdeeds of the Third Young Master of the Fang family.

Caught off guard were not just a single squad, but every soldier of the Yuan family sweeping through the village.

At the center of attention, Chu Yu fell into a deep sleep. All resentful gazes fixed upon him; then, the dwarves spoke together in unison.

Liu Wu was still digesting the existence of the soul of the artifact. Hearing of its power, he was aghast. He vaguely sensed something else but could not express it. This ineffable fear gripped him—what could it be?

Speaking thus, Dongfeng Po threw Li Xiaoyao onto the bed and sank down to the floor, pulling out a cigarette to smoke.

Mo Lan suddenly saw Da Bai and excitedly hugged and kissed him. This secret realm was astonishing—it had directly sent him back home.

Shi Xi’s eyes flickered slightly. Just as she was about to speak, Feng Yujin’s phone in his pocket rang.

Upon hearing the words of the man in the brocade robe, Xi Yu scratched his head, coming to his senses. Hastily, he untied the money pouch from his waist and handed it over.

Fengtian admired the shamelessness of the Americans with utmost respect. Damn it, when did I ever agree to send troops?

Entering the Nayen tribe, Huang Yu suddenly froze. His Pixiu transmitted an urgent message—the dragon egg was about to hatch, a tyrannosaurus was breaking through the shell. Huang Yu immediately rushed to the Nayen tribe’s arena, where the space was sufficient due to the enormous size of the dragon egg.

Because Wang Qinghua’s attack came suddenly, Song’s mother was also uneasy. She hurriedly packed some infant supplies and clothes and followed her out the door.

All eyes turned as a three-meter-high tidal wave surged from the second river channel, rushing closer and closer, soon to reach them. Everyone was so frightened they scattered in all directions.

Only another strategist-level mage could confront a strategist-level mage; such was the law in this magical world.

Xun opened the door to the room slightly, sensing the atmosphere outside. After confirming Kate was not in the main building, she stepped out.

“Help you think? Are you sure?” Song Yuanhuan raised an eyebrow, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, lips curling with an indescribable expression.

“There’s no other way. We’ve done our best. Humanity’s long-standing genetic memory cannot be completely reset with a single ‘reboot,’” Li Yue shrugged helplessly.

Chi Yan thought for a moment and nodded. She feared Qi Sihan would be burdened with guilt all night, and she herself would feel uneasy returning, so she agreed.

“Stay away from me!” Ye Wuyou crawled away a good distance, rubbing her temples in discomfort.

By then, Chi Yan had stopped drinking tea. The sun rose in the east, making it quite warm. She waved her hands, fanning herself.