Chapter 8: Another One

Meanwhile, Lilith and the other two had already reached the stone forest. After waiting for five minutes, they noticed that Lian Fei's location marker was still stationary, and a bad premonition arose in their hearts.

"Shall we go look for Lian Fei?" Pei Lanlan asked with concern.

Lilith and Luo Zheng had no objections.

The three of them prepared to head in the direction of Lian Fei.

Just as they were about to step out of the stone forest, someone came running straight toward them.

Pei Lanlan exclaimed in surprise, "Murong?"

Regaining her senses and looking at Yashuang’s indignant expression, Tang Shi understood a bit and thought, No way?

"You flatter me, Young Master Ning. If the commander hadn't pulled me back all those years ago, these old bones of mine would have been left here long ago. As long as Young Master Ning gives the order, I will walk through fire and..." Hearing Ma Ning's words, the old man seemed moved and spoke to him with great agitation.

The competition had strict regulations: powerhouses over the age of twenty-five were automatically disqualified, as this grand event was exclusively for young geniuses. After turning twenty-five, one automatically entered the ranks of senior experts and was no longer eligible to participate.

"Alright, then I'll be leaving first. In a moment, you can give instructions to Yiming, telling him that you have a task for Chengxu to handle, so I can slip away smoothly without arousing their suspicion," Xia Yu said, before turning invisible and heading straight outside.

East Wolf's expression also flickered constantly; one million was simply too much, and he had no authority to make such a decision.

"So the sect of these people is called the Ancient Dragon Sect. Not bad, quite wealthy." Rummaging through the storage bags of the few individuals from moments ago, Liu Chen couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Thank you for the compliment, Commander." Mo Yang forced a smile and shook hands with the commander, feeling a wave of annoyance when he looked at the man's beer belly.

Feng Shang, who was by Ye Feng's side, walked up. Looking at the two divine artifacts emitting purple light in Ye Feng's hands, he stood frozen in place, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth as his eyes glowed with excitement at the sight of the two items.

Mo Yang hurriedly got up, wrapped a bath towel around his waist, and rushed out carrying Wang Li. Before turning the corner, he didn't forget to wave at Guo Yunyun, whose face was flushed with embarrassment.

Through You Yitian's unremitting efforts, the national crime rate of the Willis Empire plummeted drastically, once being internationally rated as the country with the lowest crime rate.

Zhao Zhengce chuckled twice and began to sneak back into his room, with Zhao Luxian naturally following closely behind to avoid listening to their mother's endless nagging.

Two hours later, the army was exhausted. The agonizing fatigue caused the soldiers to complain once again, not blaming the weather, but questioning the ultimate meaning of this expedition. Chen Shendao offered comfort several times; although he managed to quiet their voices, he could not erase the looks of sorrow on their faces. Before long, their pace slowed to a crawl.

To deal with Yao Ming, the best approach was to run, constantly seek screens, have the guards execute perimeter attacks to drag Yao Ming out of the paint, and then drive past him. If Yao Ming refused to come out, the perimeter players would shoot whenever an opportunity arose.

As for the Two Western Sages, Amitabha and the Zhunti Taoist, one dispatched the Lamp-Burning Ancient Buddha to be reborn in the mortal world, and the other dispatched Bodhidharma (Subhuti) to do the same, both laying the groundwork for the great prosperity of the Western Lotus. The two established the Seven-Treasure Forest and the Eight-Virtues Pond, and refined earth, water, fire, and wind to forge the Western Land of Ultimate Bliss, waiting only for the arrival of the Investiture of the Gods to descend and save souls.

Dongfang Biyu offered her thanks and stepped back, her expression perfectly concealed, leaving no way for anyone to read her emotions. After walking a bit further, Yi Zhi suddenly spoke, "I heard that Bei Sa governs Pingchuan using the demon race's system. Could it be that, like Xi Hongmei, he views himself as a member of the demon race rather than a human?" This was a topic that gave him a headache, but he had to answer.

"No... No... I, Xisa, am not dead. I will never let you die, never... never!" Xisa removed the shattered armor from the Asura's neck and stroked its scales, which were icy cold and devoid of warmth. Feeling even more panicked, he frantically cast a healing spell, pressing his palms—which glowed with white light—against the Asura's scaly flesh.

It was an utterly ordinary farmer, the calluses on his hands bearing witness to his habitual toil, yet his eyes flickered with a dim green light. It seemed his consciousness had descended—yet another powerhouse from a different universe had projected their consciousness into this cosmos.