Volume One, Chapter 81: City of No Worries

Su Tong took a Luminous Talisman from her bag and recited an incantation under her breath. The talisman paper ignited without fire, transforming into a bright silvery-white orb that hovered in midair, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

By the light, Su Tong and Murong Chen saw Zhong Wubing surrounded by a pack of weasels. Zhong Wubing formed a hand seal with his right hand, a flash of golden light sparking at his fingertips as a talisman shot forward, striking the lead weasel squarely between the eyes.

Andy and his companions were unaware that Ian was currently battling a horde of player-controlled monsters; they themselves were overjoyed, having gained a wealth of experience and gold rings.

Tang Fei’s training progressed with growing ease, yet, curiously, despite diligently cultivating the Heart Engraving Technique and practicing elemental sensing, he made no progress at all during this period of intense training. This left Tang Fei utterly perplexed.

Perhaps it was Dong Zhuo’s explosive fury, or perhaps the relentless drumming that seemed to reverberate into the hearts of all present. As the drums sounded again, more and more soldiers gathered, yet still, nearly one-tenth of them remained unmoved.

When everyone examined the attributes, they were all astonished. No one expected a defense as high as two hundred thousand; it seemed that to inflict significant damage, they would need skills with over four hundred percent effectiveness—such skills, however, had extremely long cooldowns and were exceedingly rare.

Yu Sheng and Ouyang Xue exchanged glances without a word, and the four of them made their way to the front lines. At their arrival, the soldiers instinctively turned their backs toward them.

Now Yu Sheng’s group of five had retreated together, fully aware of their formidable opponents. Any beast capable of taking human form was at least an eighth-grade magical beast, equivalent in strength to a Golden Immortal among humans. If they gave such powerful enemies the chance to defeat them one by one, their own survival would be impossible.

From the moment the fat man spoke, everyone in the room could tell he was not someone to trifle with. Now, seeing the expression on the escort’s face, the others left of their own accord without needing to be asked.

Qian Mo came to a halt. If things were as he suspected, their current situation must be anything but pleasant.

Dong Zhuo’s pause did not mean the army stopped as well. Previously, when Dong Zhuo halted, no order had been given for the army to rest. Now, after this delay, Jia Xu’s carriage had already passed ahead, continuing toward Zitong in the distance.

Yun Qiqi also stood, bundled the medicinal herbs she’d prepared the night before, and hurried after them.

Sun the Great Sage led the horse, and Pigsy carried the load. Two demons, one person, and one horse stopped at the bank of the Quicksand River.

Once Mo Ning left, Wen Yan grew even more bored at home. Mu Tingchen was busy as ever, and aside from playing with the cat, she had nothing to do. On her umpteenth sigh, Mu Tingchen silently produced a pair of earplugs and stuffed them in his ears. She had the urge to rush over and shout at him, but lacked the courage.

“Oh! I’m so sorry—I didn’t mean to!” Only then did she realize she’d bumped into an elderly gentleman. She immediately bowed her head and hurriedly apologized.

Chen Mu hastily withdrew his spiritual energy. Without it, he dared not show off by using just one hand, so he quickly used both to catch the object.

In other words, this arena granted them an additional chance to compete; if they could defeat Chen Yuan, they could still secure a place in the top ten.

No one knew how much time had passed before the clarity in Mo Huaijin’s eyes faded again, giving way to a growing confusion.

“All right, then I’ll keep this sword for now. I’ll head back first!” With that, Hu Mengyao leapt into the air and vanished from their sight in an instant.

He too had noticed the strange phenomenon in the sky. Such rumbling thunder had no place in this hellish abyss; it was obviously a sign of a powerful cultivator summoning heavenly lightning. But who could it be?

Director Min, usually calm and unflappable, was, for once, overwhelmed by frantic busyness. All thoughts of sipping tea and smoking were gone; both his mobile and desk phones rang incessantly, and as he answered call after call, his fingers rattled ceaselessly over the keyboard.