Chapter 133: The Saddest Thing

Wu Wei observed that after the phantom of the black bear merged into Zhang Tianyi’s body, his physique grew taller and significantly more robust. He pondered for a long while, ultimately deciding not to inform Zhao Qingqing just yet; he would wait until he had questioned Yuan Hengsheng to clarify the matter.

Watching the melancholy expression on Gu Li’s face, Hua Rong and Byron exchanged glances and shook their heads. They recalled how, when faced with that giant python, they had felt just as frantic and helpless.

However, to his surprise, when he arrived at the next rat den following the route in his memory, he found it completely empty.

Just then, an elderly woman with gray hair approached and handed a food box to a monk. The monk took it, retreated into the main hall, and emerged a moment later to return the empty box. The woman bowed in gratitude, tears streaming down her face.

Shen Tong had known of these words for a long time, but reflecting on them now, they aligned perfectly with what she had told A-Yu.

Consequently, coastal fishermen began venturing out to sea in a frenzy, hoping to recoup the losses incurred over the past year.

As for the remaining assets of the Jiang family, Wu Wei first thought of Nie Ruorou. Nie Qingrou was Lei Luo’s mother, and since she now had a tenuous connection to him, Wu Wei considered her first whenever there were benefits to be had.

However, the front desk might not necessarily disclose guest information, which presented a bit of a problem.

To the soldiers of the Great Xia, alien captives were undoubtedly laborers and cannon fodder bestowed by the heavens. In times of peace, they were tasked with all the grueling labor. Once war broke out, they were pushed to the front lines—partly to demoralize the enemy, and partly to exhaust the enemy's ammunition.

Undoubtedly, through a stroke of serendipity, they had succeeded. Perhaps they had known the method all along, or perhaps it was a mere accident; regardless, they had successfully summoned the spirit of the saucer.

After listening to Lu Fei’s analysis, the group fell silent, each contemplating the feasibility of the plan.

"Heh, go on then, what is it?" Lu Fei smiled. He could tell that Du Yao had encountered some difficulty; otherwise, with her headstrong personality, she would never have taken the initiative to ask him for help.

Thirsty, Lu Fei searched the cluttered room for a long time before finding a relatively clean cup. After washing it three times, he poured half a cup of boiled water and sat on the grimy sofa, sipping it slowly.

The piano music had just ceased, and the murmurs of the crowd died down. It was then that Lin Feng loudly declared his intentions. Everyone was stunned, turning to gaze at Lin Feng and Liu Ruxi. No one had expected a proposal in such a setting, but... it was undeniably romantic.

The "Eight Winds" are not the winds of the cardinal directions or the changing seasons; they are gain and loss, defamation and praise, blame and honor, suffering and joy. As the old monk felt these eight winds stir within his heart, coupled with the lingering scent of solar fire left by the one who had purged the Cold Forest, his Zen-like composure wavered, and he felt a restless urge to act.

Both the front and back mountains were controlled by different factions, and Cold Fall Mountain itself was no simple place. In its early days, it had been the lair of cave demons and cavern-dwelling magic elves, and the entire mountain interior had been riddled with tunnels and living quarters by these creatures. These passages were now known as the Inner Mountain Tunnels.

"Everyone thinks Xianyou and Dieling were killed by the demon beasts, so Xianyou absolutely cannot be seen outside for the time being. Master, you have so many palaces here—surely it wouldn't be too difficult to give her one to stay in, would it?" Shui Tianlan glanced at him sideways.

If Angelie had held the upper hand while speaking, it might have rattled Zhang Cheng. However, hearing these seemingly threatening words now, Zhang Cheng suddenly understood something.

Wang Xi had reached her limit. After struggling a few times without success, she gave up and suddenly burst into tears.

Sure enough, the moment Ying Yi finished speaking, beams of light rose from all directions. Ying Yi’s heart sank; he would have to be an idiot not to realize he had fallen into a trap.

At that moment, Li Si waved his hand with utter indifference, a calm expression on his face. It was clear that as long as she was willing, there would be no problems at all.

It was an overt strategy—the kind where the opponent knows it is a trap but is still unable to resist falling for it.

Lin Feng looked at his second uncle’s expression and was left speechless. It seemed it was his fault for not offering them a drink, and yet it was also his fault when he finally did. How had he become the villain in every scenario?

Xia Ruoxi had no objections, so Lin Feng immediately led her to the school cafeteria. Inside, he told her to find a seat while he went to fetch their food.

Because his very life was at stake, the Violent Bear could no longer hide the humiliation of being defeated by the Sin of Greed. He hurriedly recounted every detail of his battle with the Sin of Greed and confessed all his perverse, greedy desires to Xu Jing, leaving nothing out.

Li Si furrowed his brows, his eyes flashing with a cold, fierce light. His intensity far exceeded their expectations, and at that moment, few could hope to rival him.

Besides, once they left the South Ring, what kind of power did their Chaos Desolation Palace really hold? They could throw their weight around within the South Ring, but did they truly think they could call the shots once they stepped outside? If they were to provoke a major power from the vast seas, what would their palace amount to then?

"Good, very good. Finally, a worthy opponent." Lin Tian nodded, his composure returning.

Expose Pang Chunmei, then kill them all. A ruthless voice echoed in Lu Ping’s mind—all in the name of upholding the image of a hero.

"What’s wrong?" Before Lu Ping could even enter the room, he saw several commanders rushing out. They merely greeted him in passing before hurrying away, leaving Lu Ping baffled as to what had transpired.

The first time Li Yang witnessed countless crabs channeling starlight to descend, he had been thoroughly awestruck, leading him to choose this very island.