Chapter 22

The voice was unmistakably Su Yurou's, laced with terror. Today marked the fifth day since entering the game, and the system had warned of impending danger after four days. There were vendettas and murders under various pretexts, but he'd never heard of such a reason for killing—his perception of the ancient martial families was shattered. Fang Shao revealed a knowing look; the guy was at it again, peddling that thing he was so passionate about. Under this transformation, his energy was depleting rapidly, and his life force began to drain. She pressed the eerie mask onto her face, her body turning into a desiccated corpse. A series of system alerts sounded, and Chen Qing heaved a sigh of relief, half-kneeling on the deck by the railing. As for the city's defenses, there were no arrows to speak of—let alone bows—in Taiping County. Babata had once mentioned that this Mo Yun vine had only absorbed three wooden essence crystals, while Luo Feng's vine had consumed a fruit specially prepared for it by the master of the Meteorite Star. Seeing Qin Mu's peculiar smile, the Chaos City Lord knew he'd likely done it—successfully, no less. witnessing this, Master Ji's gaze turned distant. Many of the concealed weapons were highly potent, meticulously crafted by Song Yufeng. Yet under the flying sword's assault, they crumbled in no time, causing both Master Ji and Song Yufeng to wince in pain. If it weren't for Qiu Haiyang's countless schemes and his whispering to his father about "lacking combat prowess," "becoming bloodless," "needing to temper himself beyond business skills," and "failing to inherit the Nine-Headed Bird legacy," he never would have followed those mercenaries to the barren planet for nothing. "Speak, Xiao Chen," Mei Yezi's gaze landed on the man with dark circles under his eyes named Xiao Chen. At this moment, Nangong Han's eyes blazed with murderous intent, glaring at Jiang Chengce as if he wanted to kill him. "A-Xiao, don't touch that with your greasy hands; I'll take it to A-Shuang later," Bai Yan quickly pulled away Lei Xiao's clawing hands from the mung bean cake. Yu Zai found herself in a dilemma. If the words she just spoke were true, she should share the information. But if she refused to share her memories, it would prove she was lying. It was a no-win situation. However, the game world had an alliance called the Ya Lang Gang—if push came to shove, they could join other worlds to save their teammates' lives, but they... couldn't. Lin Baobao glanced at the crowd coldly; none of them posed a threat to her. "Who is it?" Yang Caiyi was about to stand up when something suddenly pressed heavily on her, scaring her half to death. Her overcomplicated conspiracy theories turned out to be based on such a clichéd reason. "Aren't you on a business trip, Uncle Chen? Why are you still at the station?" Qin Sanguo asked bluntly. The bug had been obtained by Mu Tianran from Catherine, specifically to eavesdrop on Wu Liangcai and Zhang Yanchao's conversation. "You… Hmph!" The attempt to win over allies faltered from the start, angering the Nine Yin Clan. Knowing the situation was dire, they had no choice but to come clean. "Brother, do you think we can get the ransom of ten million?" a kidnapper asked the one-eyed man. Although Wang Tiemei found it reasonable, she couldn't shake her worry, only forcing a bitter smile without saying more. As for Niu Xiaohua's new phone, Mu Tianran knew he had bought it for her last time—it couldn't have been stolen. Then, Yan Lie Tang swiftly took out a red medicine bottle, poured out the only remaining purple pill, and swallowed it. Mu Li immediately sensed something was wrong—it was definitely not a healing medicine. Qiu Jiang looked at the blood on his neck, mixed with dirt, and wondered what was going through his mind under the sunlight. Considering the current situation of the ancient clan, their original plan would take too long. The person Shen Yue had been longing for was in the room, An Ruoxi unveiling her veiled face, pale with a hint of illness—obviously injured. The golden halberd and the curved sword clashed fiercely, the backlash causing severe exhaustion to both their spiritual power and consciousness, forcing them to retreat. Among the remaining two cultivators was the leader, a late Foundation Establishment stage, who also possessed the formation disks and flags. With one less cultivator, their pressure increased, making their defense precarious. "Awoo!" The howling moon wolves released various spells at the barrier, but were silenced by the alpha wolf's commanding howl, their loyalty unwavering as they awaited orders. "I need to rest; this threefold battle-zombie's power is too overwhelming, I'm injured. Just…" Xiao Moyu sighed. "One day, my name will appear in the immortal ranks!" Qiao Wei's heart surged with determination. "That garish pink outfit of yours is too eye-catching!" Guan Sang frowned in the control room, watching Ye Qingmian's pink suit and shoes on the monitor—it was a stark contrast to his usual style, hard to stomach. In that instant, a berserk aura erupted from Su Zhan's body. By then, Lin Yi and Zhao Qiankun had already attacked to his front, their expressions shocked by the surge of power. "My main duty is to oversee military discipline," Guo Honglei said, naturally supporting his wife as they faced a hurdle. "Where's the keepsake?" Tuoba Yao had seen two strings of sacrificial red beads; the other, made with flawed ones, definitely wasn't A Rui's.