Chapter 117: Nothing More Than a Protective Shield

"Establishing a foothold in the Imperial Capital this time will undoubtedly face obstruction from the Long family. I fear that fully integrating into the capital will be a long and arduous journey..."

"Jiang Chen, once we go to the Imperial Capital, there will be very few opportunities to return. We could delay our departure; why not stay at the old Jiang family estate for a few more days?"

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He did not finish the song with the Magic Red band. Instead, just before the chorus, he leaped straight off the one-meter-high stage. Looking at that beautiful face he had not seen for over a year, he found her as intoxicating as he remembered.

The rest of the group, including the Swordsman, had indifferent luck—sometimes good, sometimes bad. Only Qin Wuyang had decent luck with the treasure chests, so they didn't bother looting the corpses. Tang Qingmeng, looking completely unconcerned, stepped forward and picked up the items.

However, after that, there was no more sound from the room. It was as if the person inside had vanished; there was no movement at all.

A pair of twins suddenly appeared on the competition field, naturally drawing countless gazes. Even spectators from the neighboring arenas could not help but temporarily abandon the teams they were supporting to turn their attention here.

One must understand that the open ocean is different from coastal waters. Ever since Houtu ascended to the position of Earth Sovereign, although she had continuously utilized natural creation to nurture and shape the ecosystem, the world—relative to the Prime Material Plane—was not yet fully covered by life, let alone the seas far from the continent.

"But in the end, they only harmed themselves. Even with my help, they still suffered heavy losses." Lan Haichen shook his head; the performance of the police tonight was truly disappointing.

Lone Dragon's pain sensitivity was set strictly according to the system's recommendation, at only two percent. Yet, a sudden barrage of bullets hitting his body still caused a slight sting, not to mention the psychological impact.

However, despite the preparations made, Ling Yun still felt uneasy and insisted on conducting an actual inspection to ensure there were no oversights.

As for these descriptions of top-tier spiritual treasures, Ling Yun had known them for a long time. He was somewhat puzzled as to why Creation would bring them up.

Sharp-eyed players immediately noticed that the materials required to enhance an artifact were actually higher than those for enhancing blue-tier gear. The first enhancement alone required ten pieces of furnace rock carbon and seven hundred and twenty gold coins.

Before Wei Qianyou could say anything else, Yun Shao cut in, "As her mentor's wife, it is my duty to help teach Wan'er kung fu. After the Fourth Senior Brother finishes teaching her, I will accompany Wan'er in her practice." Since Hong Yin did not like her, winning favor with Chai Xiuren was a decent alternative.

She was afraid that the newcomer would use their status to intentionally inflate prices and make exorbitant demands. Given Liu Zhaohua's temper, things might very well turn into a scene.

Rookie players are all arrogant and proud. If they get an opportunity, they feel it is a natural result of their own strength; if they don't, they feel they are being undervalued and their talents are being wasted.

Wei Qianyou’s mouth twitched. Fortunately, the old man never learned it; otherwise, Master would have suffered the same fate of being forcibly abducted. Thinking of this, Wei Qianyou sighed and shook his head. When he was dragged out of Jinling by Yun Shao all those years ago, he had been utterly unwilling. Now that he thought about it, he wouldn't even be able to experience it again if he wanted to.

He had not expected that this ancient era would have something similar to a bank, known as a money shop. As long as you deposited money there, you could withdraw funds in any city that had a "Tongbao Money Shop" by presenting the receipt.

Seeing that the members of the Jin family were trying to escape, the Holy Envoy was furious and wanted to cut them off at the root, but Jin Changkong stood in his way.

He turned to look at the drunken man. The numbered tag that originally belonged to Haibara Sumi was now in his hands, yet Haibara Sumi herself was dead. This was clearly suspicious.

"Qianyou, what did you just say?" Yun Shao suspected she had misheard, or perhaps she was dreaming.