Chapter Forty-Seven: The Treasure Guest (Part Two)

For a moment, Yun Yi and Yun Yin were surrounded by a large crowd. The two were so excited that they only spoke pleasant words, and even Yun Yin's face was animated with lively expressions. Good things never fear scrutiny; though everyone has their own tastes, anyone who tried their fruit leather never called it unpleasant—at most, some simply didn’t like the texture. Out of ten who sampled the fruit leather, eight would head over to Yun Shuang to make a purchase. Thus, Yun Shuang’s little stall became—

The soldier, lifelike and indistinguishable from a real person, felt neither pain nor emotion; he would not even so much as furrow his brow in the face of adversity.

“Brother, thank you for giving me this opportunity,” Han Xifeng said, gazing at Yan Mantian with heartfelt relief, his inner turmoil finally settled. In retrospect, it was clear that the extraordinary talents of those born into great families and powerful clans stemmed from profound foundations; their superiority was not without reason.

Now, things had taken a turn: enemies inside could not escape, and those outside could not enter, forced to watch helplessly as their companions within were picked off one by one. At this moment, berserkers, thieves, and knights—combat classes who had remained hidden within the turtle-shell formation—emerged from their positions and launched their attacks upon the players trapped within the pattern.

After all, those items were quite rare even in the world of fantasy, and whether they grew here or not was uncertain; finding them would require patience.

Wei Lanlan began to recall in detail her words, actions, and ways of handling matters in recent days, yet she was convinced she had never touched upon the Emperor’s forbidden scale.

Xia Fan, in truth, was puzzled—why had everyone’s gaze toward him grown so peculiar?

With a wave from the twelve sect masters, twelve ancient bronze bells suddenly appeared in the sky above.

If her elders at home learned she married him as a concubine, they would not object; in fact, they would gladly send her off.

“Of course I’m here for the Wind and Cloud Rankings. I never expected you to be tenth,” Jiang Lei’s eyes gleamed with a hint of sarcasm.

Having spoken of the outer courtyard, let us now turn to the inner courtyard, constructed according to the Eight Formation Diagram of the ancient Daoist sects, with gates positioned at the eight points of Rest, Life, Injury, Block, View, Death, Shock, and Open.

Li Yang looked down and guessed the awakened ability of his opponent—it must be earth control. No wonder he’d been tripped earlier; the ground must have risen suddenly beneath him.

The Bodhi Dojo can help martial cultivators enter a state of enlightenment, greatly aiding breakthroughs in martial Dao insight. How could the court possibly let such a resource go unused? Yun Xuzi’s words nearly voiced his dissatisfaction at the court’s exclusive use of the Bodhi Dojo.

Of course, there are unfortunate transcendents who encounter rare, concentrated thunder tribulations—multiple strikes descending at once. Such damage is far from a simple ninefold calamity; instead, it multiplies exponentially.

This level 24 seasoned legend, who possessed royal blood and was a renowned genius in the Elf Empire, ended up with not even bones left behind.

Many present had lived in Renjia Town for decades. When the church was suddenly abandoned years ago, it left a mark in their memories. All the cultivators had died, causing a stir at the time, which ultimately led to the authorities sealing the church.

Later, no matter how Dong Ming tried to chase, he could never match Wu Sheng, that lucky gambler. Before long, Wu Sheng’s fishing became a constant game of catching and releasing.

“You still haven’t answered me—did you bully me or not?” Zhang Yiman lay back, her gaze fixed on Han Jue, her breath gentle as she spoke.

Were it not for a problem he couldn’t solve himself or something extremely serious, Elder Xu would never call Su Nan.

Some spoke of how much New Year’s money they might receive, wondering if their parents would still give it this year. Many family matters were discussed, and Li Yang listened quietly, never interjecting.

I rarely see beggars of this age; nowadays, most beggars on the roadside are middle-aged or elderly.