Volume 1, Chapter 37: The Arrival of the Mining Team

Lin Yuyu and Xingli followed the crew members to claim their terminals.

The moment he spotted the Lizardman, his dead-fish eyes flickered with a chilling murderous intent. Staring unblinkingly at the creature, he pushed his stiff body up with his hands and began to shamble toward it.

Chaoyang City was the closest to the village. The old woman took a bus there, walked into a random antique shop, and asked, "This is a family heirloom; how much can you give me for it?"

"There's no way we can let him rest easy. Damn it, look at Brother Shizhuo—he's lying in the hospital looking like a mummy. How can we let that bastard sleep peacefully?" Wang Jian said, grinding his teeth.

At this moment, the living room of the mansion was brightly lit. Shadows flickered, and intermittent voices drifted out; the people inside seemed to be discussing something.

"Sister Hu, you’ve really brought me to ruin," the old woman of the Gray Clan feigned a tearful complaint, appearing extremely aggrieved.

Hu Da'er looked at Bai Lang’s face, seemingly trying to discern something, but Bai Lang’s expression remained unchanged from beginning to end.

First, his fingers began to move, and then, the eyelashes over his eyes fluttered gently.

"Oh..." Xue Qi replied smoothly enough, but there was little emotion in her tone. I had never seen Xue Qi look so devastated before; my own heart ached as if it were being torn apart. I truly wished I could drag Wang Bin back and beat him until he was permanently disabled.

After leaving the mall, they didn't return to school but kept wandering the streets. It wasn't until midnight, when the pedestrians had thinned out, that they found an empty leisure park. Li Ming began by teaching her the simplest basic Nine Swords.

I didn't ask Miyako directly about the other teams, because I knew she wouldn't talk. Right after the first round of the game ended, she had already stated she wouldn't tell us anything.

Just as he finished, Tang Chuan’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID; it was an unknown number.

Gong Yingxue, standing to the side, took out a potion of healing and drank it, her previously pale complexion improving slightly.

"A ghost of the Spirit Venerable Realm!" Zheng Kai’s expression shifted. He completely abandoned his playful attitude, channeling thicker, more solid ghost fire that surged out endlessly as he clashed with the swarming Yellow-Shirted evil spirits.

Although some talented disciples of the Buddhist sect had gradually caught up, the time had been too short, and their strength was roughly on par with Feng Qiansui’s.

After some intense questioning, Chu Yan felt like crying. He had risked his life fighting demonic beasts only to earn a little over three thousand spirit stones, a significant portion of which was a bonus for his hundred-victory streak. Wang Shang, meanwhile, could earn two thousand just by sitting still—making money really was too easy for some.

"I’ll ask your supervisor for some time off." Tang Chuan’s eyes burned with anticipation as he took out his phone to make a call.

Furthermore, he could not rule out the possibility that they were cultivators from the other side of the Moyun Mountain Range. If he brought trouble upon himself, it would be difficult to handle. Greed was greed, but without absolute certainty, he wouldn't stoop to backstabbing; no one reached this position or attained this level of cultivation by being a fool.

Hearing the name, Qi Yutao, standing to the side, lowered his gaze. After a long silence, he finally let out a soft sigh.

"Cough, cough, cough. You're right. Peel the shrimp, peel the shrimp. Come, come, don’t choke." Zheng Kai’s old face flushed red as he hurriedly averted his gaze and began peeling shrimp.

Tang Chuan opened his right hand, and the great doors behind him slowly creaked open, revealing a hall that blended the architectural styles of five nations to Simon.