Chapter Thirty-Three: What Does It Mean?

“Hahaha, exactly!” The burly leader’s subordinates on both sides laughed wildly in agreement.

Looking at the characters he had copied, Qin Junxi frowned; they lacked the spirit and charm of the original masterpiece he had been given by that great figure.

Qin Junxi understood that this inspection would take a long time, so he agreed with Mrs. Qiao Xin’s suggestion.

Ye Ming, seeing that his previous move hadn’t caused much damage, decided to try something more powerful.

Stretching lazily, Liang Hua wondered why his room was so spotless. He was notorious for living in chaos, and now he almost thought he’d entered the wrong room.

Ding Jingxi had no desire to know more. Now that he had secured the source stone and achieved his goal, he should leave.

Da Bai walked slowly toward the cheetah, his eyes without a hint of mercy. The cheetah closed its eyes, allowing Da Bai to deliver the final blow and spare it a painful death. With a single bite, Da Bai snapped its throat.

People of that era truly endured great hardships. Without their efforts, their descendants couldn’t have lived as they do now.

Feng Yuanxin was right—few swords in the world could rival its sharpness.

Ling Zhen brought Jiang Ling tremendous joy, casually tossing him a mid-grade Universe Bag worth dozens of silver coins, and even gifting him the Scarlet Heart Guqin—an instrument of perfect quality.

If there really was a secret hidden in this villa, connecting all the clues I’d gathered, the only idea that leapt to mind was the word “mechanism.”

“This isn’t your business—why are you getting involved?” Zhang Niu asked curiously.

“Boom!” Countless cracks spidered across the tempered glass. The man didn’t even have time to scream before he lost consciousness, blood spreading along the fractures and filling the hall with the stench of iron.

Though time seemed not to press, more than half a month had passed with little progress, but things were different now. The giant serpent had grown desperate and begun to strike out. Continuing as before would not work.

“Who are you, really?” Nangong Qiuyue’s voice sank, sadness rising in her heart. The friendship she’d so painstakingly built was now dust.

“Let’s go down. Be careful, everyone. As for you, Fatty, just use this fish net.” Zhang Niu turned to the chubby man beside him. He’d considered teaching him to catch fish, but decided the net was simpler.

He finally saw hope of escape; there was no way he’d let it slip away. He didn’t dare merge the Will Ring, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want out. He was thoroughly fed up with this place.

This exhaustion was dangerous—the longer it lasted, the more serious it became.

From Wolong Lake, the ancient farming tools—water wheels, looms, plows—were all genuine, many bearing the marks of long years.

“You fool! Are your eyes blind? You don’t recognize Prince Li of Zhongshan and the Han General of the North?” Lu Bu roared.

“Uh… Lord, do you really want to start archery practice today?” Taishi Ci interrupted Liu Tianhao’s flamboyant display.

Just then, the auctioneer finished his introduction, and a huge pink diamond appeared on the screen, displayed in a transparent showcase.

But for Lady Li and her companions, their loved one lay inside the operating room. Though only a door separated them, it felt like a mountain, chilling their hearts and filling them with anxiety.

I lay on the windowsill, gazing at the starry sky with melancholy. Was Jiang Xiuting also looking at this sea of stars, breathing the same air beneath the same sky as me?

A bustling crowd gathered outside the County Governor’s gate, where dozens of wagons were loaded with goods. At the front stood a beautiful woman, weary yet still radiant—who else but Mi Zhen?

“A bit of trouble sleeping in a strange bed.” Yu Li smiled, sat down, and began eating the meal brought by the servants.

Graybeard, like an enraged beast, picked up a chunk of ore and hurled it at Yu Wen with such force and speed that Jian Qi jumped in fright; it was at least the level of an eleventh-tier expert.

Liu Tianhao, the more he fought, the more bloodthirsty he became. He’d felt this before—his excitement, his craving for blood—but no matter what, he couldn’t control it.

Warmth filled his arms. The beauty trembled in fear, her soft body pressed against Luo Hebin’s arm. After a few minutes, Tao Mengyao blushed and finally lifted her head, leaving Luo Hebin’s embrace.

“Old Zheng, you and two brothers wait outside. Mr. Zhou and I will go in and take a look!” Wei Wuji commanded without room for objection.

Jin Feng was stunned. Chu Yunlian smiled with resolve, her eyes cool and clear. He realized he could not see through her—when had he ever understood her? Perhaps he never had.

Wei Wuji’s arrangement had deeper meaning; without a title, Zhang Qingshan was better off working under Xu Anhong, where he’d have a greater chance of making a name for himself.

“Congratulations, big brother, for winning the most beautiful woman of Tianlin!” Mu Ziqing’s false smile was accompanied by a secret glance at Liu Ma, who nodded slightly in return.

Unlike the world of gods, the Wildlands were teeming with powers and countless races emerging. Whether for survival or the continuation of their doctrines, none could retreat now. There had been restraint before, but once the waters of the Wildlands were stirred by schemers, war was inevitable.