Twenty thousand and twenty.

Page (1/3)
This elder sister is most likely the leader of the Virtual World Group that Bai Feng mentioned... Wen Li, perhaps.
“It’s uncomfortable lying down and uncomfortable sitting up,” Huang Xiao said, his eyes shining as he looked at Zhao Min. He had spent several days gathering information about her and, wary of alarming her prematurely, had waited until today to act.
Moreover, without Ye Fan as their leader, even if the Wolf Fang Mercenary Group expanded a hundredfold, they would still be unable to defeat an opposing force numbering in the millions.
He ran all the way up and, just as he reached the security checkpoint, caught sight of Gu Qingqing’s back and called out her name.
The hollow ore possessed remarkable malleability; once equipped, it transformed into a white dress similar to the one worn moments earlier.
“Mother, what are you intending to do?” Prince Qi’s expression darkened slightly. He was not entirely submissive to his mother, who held the highest authority in the country.
That piece of human skin was pale—almost translucent—as if one could see the fine capillaries beneath.
At first, the strikes were gentle, but later Wei Man, fearing that the child wouldn’t cry and thus might not survive, grew tense, and those blows became forceful.
“You ugly ghost, how dare you slap me and disrespect me! I’ll make you kneel before me and apologize.”
“I understand,” Leng Bing’er said as she took the medical kit and, in Tang Hao’s car, helped tend to his wounds.
“We ask Commander Wang to intervene!” Since Wang Rong was the only one among the Xiao family at the Martial Gate level, naturally, they sought his help.
Usually, no one pays special attention to strangers’ microexpressions—Wally, for instance, hadn’t noticed Yuri’s subtle change in expression earlier.
The golden serpent continued to grapple with the red-winged bird. It was not fond of prolonged battle but kept draining the bird’s stamina, waiting silently for the poison to take effect. The serpent’s toxin was far more potent than expected. Combined with the bird’s frantic attacks, the poison spread rapidly within, slowing its movements until it could no longer fly.
Her hair cascaded like a waterfall of three thousand strands of jet-black silk, loosely tied with a simple hairpin, while the glossy bangs above her forehead fell lazily and carelessly.

Page (2/3)
The beast boy transformed occasionally into an elephant, sometimes a dinosaur, and at times a gorilla—various large creatures shielding his teammates from harm.
“This is outrageous! The Great Wave Fist!” The man, furious and desperate, unleashed his ultimate skill—a punch as powerful as a tidal wave, surging relentlessly like a roaring torrent.
Yang Jinfan hadn’t anticipated this; he had hoped to contain the plague before it spread into the Central Plains, but it now seemed too late.
Now that Shen Qing needed to control the spiritual thread and couldn’t free herself, this was the perfect opportunity.
She was too heavy; squatting or bending was a difficult feat. Deciding not to hesitate, she simply rolled out—much easier that way.
The man looked up at Yan Wei, who nodded. He hurriedly wiped his tears away, hugged Hong Wu, and prepared to leave.
Yet there was no choice; everyone on Earth had to endure this ordeal. The question was whether she would survive. Would she be among the one percent who successfully transformed into a demon? Or, if she failed, would she suffer the misfortune of becoming one of the ten percent—neither human nor demon, but a monstrous aberration?
Tears the size of beans fell from Ye Bingxi’s bright eyes. She was pitiful to behold but refused to speak, crying silently to herself. She knew that Jian Quan had already married Yin Mo’s sister, yet she found it hard to let go.
“That’s right, they are formidable warriors. You’re surprised by me because you’ve never seen them before,” Jian Quan smiled.
It seemed he did not care much for his elder brother; even giving him away carried a sense of hostility. She, it appeared, had become the cannon fodder caught between the two.
However, Hong Zhenying’s demonic energy was at its lowest, and yet it was the moment of her greatest eruption. Liang Hao, on the other hand, seemed to be rapidly recovering.
Jian Quan helped her sit by a stone and had Wang Xiu bring some bedding he had specially prepared. He laid Bingxi down and stood guard beside her. In his eyes, he was her brother.
When Zhan Kuang approached to speak, Daolian seemed inclined to join the conversation as well. But at that moment, sunlight streamed through the crack above.
That morning, “Old Mi” had specially sent the two of them to the Qing Wolf tribe to collect the spirit spring water, saying it would be useful in the future. Although they did not know how, they still agreed.

Page (3/3)
She was speechless: was she really that kind of person? That hag was probably scheming how to falsely accuse her of stealing again—this was the first time the original owner was framed, and now the same trick was attempted once more. No way! But she couldn’t let Baoniang know she intended to take the bun outside for others to eat, or she would be scolded harshly again.
For some reason, when Lin Jie saw this statue, a strange feeling stirred in his heart, as if he had seen it somewhere before. No matter how he looked at it, it exuded an eerie aura.
Su Mingui was also harshly reprimanded, accused of misfortune in his family—having two failures consecutively and now bringing disgrace to himself.
Water and fire merged, erupting with the sound of distant thunder, shaking the entire alchemy workshop. Thick black smoke spread like gigantic ripples, rushing outward in all directions. The three hurried to hide in a corner but still convulsed under the assault of the swirling smoke.
He intended to urge the four great families to deliver the ransom supplies personally, under the watchful eyes of all cultivators across the five regions. He was certain that the families would not risk further humiliation and would be forced by public opinion to comply.
After Wang De finished speaking, he stepped back several paces as the ministers began entering the main hall one after another.
Seeing You Yong recklessly charge forward, Chi Hua was already prepared. He easily dodged You Yong’s horizontal punch and delivered a heavy blow to his abdomen.
The pews in the church’s nave were filled with devout congregants. Among the surprised gazes of the faithful, Delun staggered past the rows, clutching a bottle of wine, bypassed the altar at the front, and pushed open the side door normally used by the clergy, entering inside.
In the next moment, the armies clashed with a thunderous crash. The fierce cries of battle became a massive sound wave, wildly spreading in all directions.
Liang Chen once again took out the Seven-Star Compass. The golden needle inside the Heavenly Pool swayed uncertainly from side to side, unable to fix a direction.