Volume 1, Chapter 111: The Eye of the Formation

Just as the two believed the crisis had passed, the remaining mysterious figure in the distance began to undergo a transformation.

Wages may vary, but the wealth created by human labor remains essentially constant; its value cannot simply be measured by future sums of money.

The gentleman stepped out of the tavern, his forehead beaded with sweat. Reliable sources revealed that the man behind this establishment was the county magistrate himself—no one dared to provoke such a revered figure.

After listening to entertainment news on the radio, it was time to rest early, evoking the image of miners who came to these lands a century ago, adhering to the adage that early to bed and early to rise keeps one healthy.

Yet, despite the bright colors of his clothing, the man exuded a feeling of suppression, as if burdened by some unseen weight.

A member of the SWAT team approached to report their achievements: the mission was completed flawlessly with zero casualties, sixteen enemies neutralized, thirty-nine captured, and the gang leader Qi Tiancheng apprehended.

Several days later, his wounds had healed, but he could no longer walk properly, relying heavily on crutches to move about.

Bathed in the gentle sunlight of early autumn, his face appeared serene and peaceful under the warm glow.

He had a sense—a conviction—that as long as Jiang Fan lived, attaining true Divine Path Mastery was inevitable. He might even surpass his own master, becoming one of the most eminent figures among the true Divine Path Ancestors.

He was unaware that Lü Ze possessed a skill known as Danger Perception. To him, Lü Ze seemed almost prophetic, always able to respond optimally in dire situations.

At that moment, his heart was filled with unbounded joy. She had repeatedly refused, yet, due to a misunderstanding that Su Qi was his beloved, she changed her plans.

Li Jiayu did not know how long she had been crying. She faintly heard her phone ringing but did not want to move. It must be Duan Weiqi calling; she did not want to answer. She did not know what to say, or if she had anything left to say.

“Chairman, please don’t comfort me. Spirit power isn’t something that can be raised so easily!” Gu Jinxi’s frustration was palpable.

Her spirit power had not fully recovered. The overwhelming aura she emitted crushed a young reporter, who collapsed under the pressure. Just as he was about to speak with righteous indignation, Gu Jinxi’s final two words cut him off, turning his face beet red, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.

“Damn it! How could this happen?” At this moment, Luo Tianhuan thought of the Origin weapon in his system backpack, but such a weapon was forbidden in this competition. Everything depended solely on his own abilities now.

A calm male voice drifted on the wind. Zhen Sushan shuddered involuntarily, twisting her stiff neck to see, with despair, that the terrifying figure had appeared on the railing without her noticing. Its cold, emotionless gaze looked down upon them with chilling authority.

If not for the genuine surprise on Jiang Yunqing’s face—an expression unlike any act—and Jiang Yunqing’s known character, even Zuo Ziyue would have suspected that she had long ago prepared these words, intending to keep him in Dayan and forbid his return to Zongshu.

That man’s certainty that the project leader was not dead—was it because he had already guessed her true identity?

“What is all this?!” She quickly covered her mouth, her sharp voice startling even herself.

Two patrol survivors arrived at the door just as Luo Tianhuan and the others suddenly burst out from the dark room. The patrol survivors had no time to react before they were effortlessly subdued by Luo Tianhuan and his group.

Though nominally still the queen of the Sky Blue Realm, since Huo Xiangkong’s accident, Xiao Shu had not returned there. Whenever she had time, she would come to care for Huo Xiangkong.