Chapter 103: A Reminder

Stepping once again onto the solid ground surrounding the Jinshi Gorge mineral vein, she felt the long-missed daylight. Only then did Bai Yuening allow the tension that had gripped her nerves to loosen slightly.

She quickly found a quiet corner and changed into a clean cyan Taoist robe. Disposing of her torn and bloodstained clothes, she meticulously wiped away the blood and dust from her face and hands, ensuring she appeared merely as an outer disciple returning from a routine patrol, so as not to draw undue attention.

The moment Li Wei saw the wild boar and then the human rogue wielding twin daggers, he recognized the latter—not a stranger, but the thief known as Qianqie, with whom he had previously struck a deal in Green Blade Village.

This gesture caused Bai Linglong’s delicate cheeks to flush faintly. Hastily, she pulled Chen Beichao upstairs.

For Liu Shanqing, the modern era was indeed wonderful, but her heart was not drawn by its beauty or technology—it was for Shi Ran alone.

As soon as those two words escaped her lips, she felt an overpowering presence gradually suppressing her.

When Jin Yilin spoke the last sentence, she lowered her voice deliberately to caution her elder sister.

Bai Linglong felt as if she were cutting into her own flesh—thirty percent profit, yet giving this King Healer his share left her with just over twenty percent after deducting costs.

Historically, the several surges in our nation’s population were deeply intertwined with these grain reforms, were they not?

“No need! You keep busy! I can just take a taxi; my home… it’s rather far!” Pei Zhuxuan blurted anxiously, and before Jiang Yiyang could react, she waved down a passing cab.

“Hmph! Drunken revelry and wild singing all day—what kind of conduct is that?” Yin Hongzhi folded his hands behind his back and approached the low table where Li You leaned, lowering his head to speak coldly.

“No!” Qiu Xiongfei glared fiercely, hastily forming seals. Yet his speed could hardly compare to Mu Tiankuang’s.

But reality was merciless and disheartening. Midway through the game, Leng Hui once again faltered, succumbing to Lin Feng’s decisive final move. With a nine-point deficit, Leng Hui resigned once more.

Neither side truly understood who their opponent was, but now that the battle had commenced, could one simply say it was a misunderstanding and walk away? Child, you are far too naive.

Observing Ming San’s expression, Lin Feng had already guessed most of his intentions. Now, with saliva dripping and eyes half-closed, Ming San clearly fancied a windfall. But Lin Feng was no spiritual god of this realm who could, with a mere gesture, make Qiao Li or Jin Qian fall for Ming San.

Hearing this, Lin Feng immediately grasped Jin Jin’s plan. After some thought, he decided the southern region was a paradise for beast demons. He would have to go eventually, and with Jin Jin, a native, as guide, everything would be much easier. Since it was on the way, agreeing was only natural.

Since Zhang Xiu’s fierce clash with Cao Cao’s Tiger and Leopard Cavalry that day, he had led his cavalry in skirmishes outside, dancing with Cao Cao’s forces. Inside the city, Cai Mao, having witnessed Cao Cao’s elite might, was filled with dread and refused to sally forth, choosing to defend the walls instead.

Because the chaotic era was clearly defined—whether large armies or lone players—securing fief rewards required continuously completing faction missions and accumulating faction contribution points to meet the system’s criteria, thereby earning the royal family’s favor and the chance to claim a fief.

Qin Kun and Wu Shan were soaring with energy, their inner strength magnified manyfold, eager to join the fray and help Fang Yan defeat the Heavenly Wolf! Yet before they could act, Fang Yan’s voice transmission reached their ears.

Only then did the onlookers realize something was amiss, and countless screams erupted instantly. They had seen murders in Da Rong City before, but never had someone dared kill a member of the Murong family in the street—especially one protected by the Murong clan’s cultivators.

The night over Tokyo Bay was as usual; brilliant lights reflected on the sea like a mirage. Inside the U.S. military base in Yokohama, two soldiers watched a computer screen casually chatting.