Chapter 67: Host, Do You Think I Still Have a Chance?

Netizens are still discussing character settings on the earthly level; for now, there are no talismans for transfers beyond the atmosphere. Young Master Wei’s mind is truly astute—he caught on so quickly. Lu Qingfei lowered her lashes and replied to him, “Yes.” Wei Ze said, “Thank heavens I haven’t gone to sleep yet, otherwise I would have missed the perfect opportunity to learn the truth!” Lu Qingfei thought to herself, Don’t thank heaven and earth—thank me. She handed the villainous ghost over to the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Dao dealt with it thoroughly.

“Take care of yourself, I’m going inside to rest, have some water, and snack on some sunflower seeds,” Zhou Ziyan said with an easy smile, waving as she walked into the supermarket, paying no heed to Jiang Haoran’s calls. Gongshu mused silently: it seems she has already guessed why the Third Prince forbade her from approaching the Han Yan Palace. Clearly, it’s because the palace is riddled with traps—where there are traps, there are secrets. The Third Prince must fear she’ll break through the mechanisms and uncover the secrets hidden within.

“No!” Taking a deep breath, Rod lowered his head, affectionately stroked the Dark Dragon, and after gently caressing it, he resolutely repeated his refusal. My ninth brother was clearly startled. He knew my “Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Array” was formidable, but he hadn’t expected it to surpass the power of the “Eight Formation Diagram”; his astonishment was plain to see from afar.

As the contest here concluded, the finals on the other two fronts also determined their victors. “Where is this place?” They looked around at the scenery—there was nothing but trees, not a trace of life to be found, and they began to grow suspicious. Almost no one in the stands understood why Ling Xueyan’s weapon at her feet suddenly turned against its master.

“He will. He won’t let us down!” With uncertainty in his eyes, Merk sighed. In Rod’s presence, he realized how often he himself had been too cautious. The younger generation’s thinking made him feel a certain admiration.

That fragile mage couldn’t withstand much punishment, and after being struck by Han MM’s Five Thunderbolts, I finished it off with two sword thrusts and slew it on the spot.

“Damn it, you dare meddle in my affairs? Watch me smash this place to pieces,” Zhen Shuai said, picking up his phone to make a call.

Truthfully, Li Xiaomei could not sense any goodwill from her family. Otherwise, why did they remain so stiff and unwelcoming, with not a hint of joy at their reunion?

He had thought those were some formidable figures from Yun Cang Peak, which was why he deliberately brought powerful warriors, each capable of taking on ten foes.

A cold sweat broke out on Gongsun Sheng’s forehead; knowing things had gone awry, he abandoned the fight and fled without a second thought.

The waist badge, akin to an identity card, was crafted from gold, silver, and bronze, with a design both exquisite and imposing.

She remembered again—one year ago, Dai Guanyan arrived in the southern city alone, and soon became familiar with the circle around Si Che and Jiang Zhao’an. At first, she had only brought him to gatherings to introduce him.

Wei Qingsao returned home, increasingly troubled by Panpan’s odd behavior. After dinner, she went to Panpan’s room once more.

After settling her things and organizing them at home, Liu Ru suggested returning, unable to resist saying a few words.

She rose, exercised thoroughly, and went to the kitchen to prepare a sumptuous breakfast before her departure.

Shuling’s brother-in-law and sister-in-law, as well as her own sisters and their husbands, were all astonished—they never expected this sister, so neglected in her husband’s family, to be able to produce such a large sum of money in an instant.

“So afterwards… did he scold you?” Zuo Yirong suddenly felt a strong urge to learn every detail about her.

Thinking of the cave heavens in the Land of Lunar Phases, such as the Silent Sea Chan Monastery, they naturally used meteorites drawn from the stars, or even resources obtained directly from the moon.

Erhong saw much earth fire along the way. During her months in the secret realm, she ate plenty of dried meat, but eventually couldn’t resist tasting magical beasts with Putu. Yet the flavor was so indescribable she spat it out—the magical beasts were no longer living creatures, and their taste was simply beyond words.