Volume One, Chapter 26: Feigned Death?

"Ugh—"

The vision vanished. Lin Yun snapped his eyes open, the lingering taste still on his tongue, and the next second, he nearly vomited his bile!

"What the hell is this? It's disgusting!"

Lin Yun wiped his mouth, his face twisted in disdain. He looked down at what he had gained, and couldn't help but freeze.

Ability: Clairvoyance (Level 7)
Proficiency: First Layer (44/100)

What was going on? He had actually pulled a special innate divine ability from the prize pool of that deranged macaque superhuman? And it was a divine ability that enhanced eyesight? Even if it was only Level 7, it was still an innate divine ability! This was a gift from the heavens. Lin Yun knew deep down that...

The sound was deafening, clearly audible within a hundred-meter radius, and especially piercing as if spoken directly into one's ear. The two guards were stunned by this sudden outburst, and by the time one of them reacted to stop it, it was already too late.

A few days ago, Aige had felt regret that the owner of the Dragon-Steel Armor had chosen "Scale Armor," a design that consumed vast materials yet offered only average defense. But after wearing it for a few days, he gradually began to understand the brilliance of the design.

The monster saw the aura of Song Zheng kissing his long sword and felt a slight shock, but it did not feel fear. Because Song Zheng had already withdrawn his most feared weapon, the Purple Thunder Tyrant Spear; without the lightning power of the spear, the monster no longer feared him.

***

The inexplicable ambush ended just like that. This was the fourth time Aige had clashed with the savages, and the first time he had been caught in a passive ambush, yet, like the previous three times, there were no casualties among the Night Watchmen.

The two middle-aged men beside him, however, were somewhat oblivious, unaware of why their leader had suddenly shouted.

When necessary, I will have Chen Hao step forward to deal with Guan Peng, so he doesn't cause me trouble in the future.

The worm-like Essence Spirit Gu continuously absorbed spiritual energy from all corners of the earth to nourish Ye, so even without practicing the Nine Profound Treading Technique, the massive amount of spiritual energy was enough to assist his cultivation.

Upon hearing Qin Yu's words, A-Da involuntarily let out a sigh of relief. The nervous and fearful expression on his face vanished significantly, and he tentatively spoke up.

The moment he finished speaking, he reached into his robes and pulled out a high-grade spirit stone. Of course, he had taken it from the system inventory... but the moment he took it out, Qin Yu felt a tinge of regret.

"Alright then, let's meet tomorrow afternoon during the Shen period outside Fengqing Valley!" Lin Tianxue said to Ye Tian with full confidence.

The two lived in completely different environments; it was only natural that their perspectives, tastes, and cognitive understandings would differ.

"Liu Debiao, are you going to deny that I am real as well? Do you need me to prove it?" Meng Nanfeng said, stepping forward. Liu Debiao instinctively took a step back.

"There must be someone in this convoy who has awakened a metal-type ability," everyone whispered.

But Murong Ruo seemed to have no self-awareness of being a patient, instead using her recovery as an excuse to indulge in nightly revelry.

Da Dao was a former colleague and now one of his trusted subordinates. Wang Hu had given him an important position: captain of the convoy. Currently, he was the one driving the road roller.

She was an orphan who had never met her parents. Seeing this painting, looking at the face that resembled her by seventy or eighty percent, with nearly identical expressions in the brows, she suddenly felt a deep, inextricable connection to the person in the painting.

I don't know where Yuan Yati found these talented people. Tong Wuming's martial arts are on par with the world's top assassins, and Zhou Jing's ability to investigate intelligence is breathtaking. Fortunately, these people are friends, not foes.

"Okay." Ji Changhui knew Ji Changgeng didn't want to talk more to his ex-wife, so they didn't linger.

Upon meeting Lu Jingyu's gaze, Qiao Nuo's heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, aching with tension.

***

A breeze blew, and the flower wall rustled like surging waves. Nanny Sun frowned, lifted her lantern, and walked a few steps further.

Seeing Chen Xing remain silent, Lin Yupei felt somewhat annoyed. Being an assistant to the mayor was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but the mood had been dampened significantly. If the new mayor turned out to be some old geezer, it would really be quite dull.

"Tell me your solution," Shi Luo said in a low voice, his aura收敛 (restrained). At this moment, as if resigned to his fate, Shi Luo slowly closed his eyes, as if he had already anticipated what would happen next.

"By the way, Director Lin, do you know anything about the background of this new Mayor Chen?" You Quan asked Lin Hong as if casually. He understood Lin Hong's background, and he wasn't asking without reason.

The originally pitch-black blacksmith's hammer seemed to possess divinity, faintly emitting a silver glow in the night.

Some people, not wanting to be killed by the blood patterns and the Twelve-Winged Golden Cicada, turned to fight them, only to have the ice mist spread and be poisoned by the Millennium Ice Silkworm.

Shi Luo grinned, seemingly very curious about An Chen. Could it be that he didn't know his current situation? Even if the Yin Ghost Hall didn't help him, the Black Dragon's strength alone was enough to completely crush the opponent.

"The ancient path of alchemy, only in the Medicine Valley, open for me..." Following Elder Lianxin's shout, he casually threw out a stone tablet. The moment it took flight, a yellow-brown light emerged from the primitive stone. It then locked directly into a recessed slot in the center of the stone gate.

Thinking of this, the hair on Tang Yi's body stood on end. At that time, the motherland was caught in constant wars; there was no spare time to send geographers to investigate such a remote place. The only possibility was that the old chieftain must have been from the 19th century, which proved one thing: time here was distorted.

Tang Yi's answer stunned Ou Qianqian; it was too unexpected. She then gave Tang Yi a faint smile, shook her head slightly, and rejected him.

As for the 3,000-meter star-class conventional warships, their range could not reach millions of miles. They might be useful in subsequent close-quarters combat, but for now, they were just densely distributed in the void at the rear, simply there to bolster the momentum.

The sky-covering clear light surged, forming a massive giant turtle over a thousand feet in size outside the Mist Immortal Palace, looking like a floating island.