34 Striving for Success

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The sounds of flesh striking flesh echoed through the hotel room, but Gu Tiancheng did not focus his gaze on the fray. Instead, the moment he heard the name "Song Tianyao" from Naikun’s lips, he lowered his head to look at Song Chunzhong.

Yet, even so, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse; places capable of nurturing middle-to-high-tier life forms can sustain themselves for a while longer, and during this period, those creatures might just be seeking a way out.

Shi Tian picked up a bottle of sake, poured himself half a glass, and raised it to his lips. Taking advantage of the slight buzz from the alcohol, he began to casually observe the entire living room.

Lost in thought, music suddenly began to flow through her headphones. Cui Xueli woke with a start, immediately pressed her headphones tight, and began to listen intently.

With a bleak and dark future ahead, and believing that a quick death is better than a long suffering, Gu Ye wisely nipped that budding thought in the bud. She would rather play the obedient "ostrich."

Even if Li Shimin conquered the empire, he would likely not risk the danger of assassination just to force a reclusive grandmaster into a dead end.

"Thanks, I can protect myself." It wasn't the first time she had encountered overly enthusiastic teammates, and most of the time, this was the exact reason she didn't want to use her microphone.

Within their minds, there was the chaos, confusion, and discomfort that comes with a massive influx of memories, yet their eyes were now distinctly different from before.

The puppet in the full suit of blue armor suddenly erupted with a flash of blue light. After its helmet cracked open, a middle-aged man’s face was revealed—a handsome, martial, and fierce-looking man with shoulder-length silver hair.

"Wait," Ou Yuanyuan suddenly called out to her. "Accompany me home for dinner tonight." His tone remained one of command, leaving no room for refusal.

Relying on soul-searching and his own trial-and-error experience, Zhang Cuishan knew that within these next two or three days, he would be able to draw in spiritual energy to slowly circulate the Supreme Taixuan Technique to heal his injuries.

Nangong Yun looked at the mass of energy before him, a grave expression appearing on both their faces.

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After the Black Wolf Society president finished speaking, his eyes were filled with regret. Li Wen had been abducted by them in the first place, with the hope that once she regained her sanity, she would be fiercely loyal to the Black Wolf Society. To them, Li Wen was a formidable weapon.

"Isn't it because this guy said he wanted to race me? We went out to the outer ring for a spin." Zeng Yi wore an expression that said "I believe you're an idiot," clearly implying that Big Mouth must have dragged Old Eagle out to race.

As the formation completely collapsed on the spot, the people within it immediately spat out mouthfuls of blood, their bodies sent flying backward.

He swept through everyone in Star-Shattering Valley, crippled two of their talented youngsters, and instructed the people of the Yichen Tribe to make life miserable for the valley, torturing them relentlessly.

With a series of soft clicks, his fingers traced milky-white lines in the air. The lines twisted and spiraled, coalescing into a complex talisman that exuded a vast and mysterious aura.

Wang Yuan, a name that once seemed so heavy, would likely become nothing more than a story people enjoyed gossiping about in the near future.

Wang Min let out a roar, and flames erupted from all over his body, incinerating the strange and terrifying plant. Unfortunately, Dong Feiyang on the other side would not let such an opportunity slip, hurling all sorts of spells at Wang Min.

He and Chang Long were thick-skinned, but the four outsiders—the middle-aged woman and Old Man Li—had long since collapsed onto the floor, sweating like rain but unable to stop themselves from bursting into loud laughter.

"Go find the spirit cat Yuya? Second Brother, she’s one of the murderers of our Eighth Brother. Isn't it a bit too much to go find her for information on the other killer?" West Rat asked, puzzled.

Yu Nu’s shoulders shuddered violently, and the tears gathered in the corners of her eyes fell with a plop. She took two steps back, hiding behind Bai Song and clutching his shirt hem, seeking protection.

Instantly, blood mixed with brain matter splattered into the air. As if by accident, some splashed onto the faces of the other team members, and they were immediately gripped by terror.

Han Xiao’s talent was not low; although not top-tier, with the aid of various heavenly treasures, it was quite possible for him to ascend.

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The task Lin Yu received this time was simply to survive. It seemed the mission had a certain level of difficulty; it wasn't about rescuing others, but about starting to save himself.

Repayment updates would also be based on these three daily chapters; he would not count regular updates as bonus chapters.

Yet, leaving the other party to their own devices was impossible. Her father was the current Heavenly Dao, and these demons were created by the previous Heavenly Dao; how could she just ignore them?

"My life is saved, but my feet are basically ruined. I’ll never be able to walk again," You Xin said with a touch of sorrow.

"If everyone’s wishes came true just by talking about them, our mouths would be the most magical things in existence," Li Rong laughed.

Ever since he learned that Wen Qingchen was actually Wu Jiu, the two of them hadn't spoken through the sound-transmission stone for a long time.

"And don't forget Great-Aunt!" Ying Sang wasn't being difficult because he was annoyed; rather, as a common tactic, picking holes in these trivial matters was the best way to intimidate the other party and prevent him from playing any tricks.

"A mere servant dares to be so insolent toward me? Does a wretch like you even know whose power you are using right now???" The King of Night’s voice echoed in Zhao Yi’s mind, filled with extreme displeasure.

A figure appeared ahead—appearing silently and without warning, suddenly leaping into his line of sight.