Chapter 30: Deep in the Night

At 1:30 AM, He Wenzhou emerged from a shower wearing black velvet pajamas, his hair damp and dripping. As he walked, he rubbed his tousled locks haphazardly with a towel, only to notice the lights were still on as he passed the living room.

He glanced back at the tightly shut bedroom door, squinting slightly, assuming Gu Sheng had simply forgotten to turn them off before retiring.

"What a waste of resources."

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As night fell, around the time dinner should have been served, Chu Tingchuan arrived with his usual punctuality. Visiting Mo Liang’s room at this exact hour had become a routine, so much so that it made her feel as if nothing had changed. Everything remained exactly as it was, save for the internal injuries she now bore—a realization that left her feeling inexplicably irritable.

The incessant chirping of birds roused Helian Nuo from his slumber. Over the past nine years, he had grown accustomed to waking to the sounds of the morning chorus.

Yet, he failed to notice the faint, enigmatic curve of Mo Liang’s lips after she collapsed. After all, she had not truly died from that meal; she had merely ingested a potion of feigned death.

This time, the selection was done by drawing lots. Over three hundred people held more than eight hundred numbers. They drew once, matching number one against number two, number two against number three, and so on. If the final person remained unpaired, they would receive a bye.

Vine: "Grandpa Tree!" This was the first time since they had met that Vine had spoken more than two words! It showed just how much influence Grandpa Tree held over the plants.

Luo Yishuo frowned. With her keen intuition, she sensed ill intent in the gazes of some of the people present. Could something have gone wrong with the program this time?

Even with a thousand frustrations, she could only comply, though one could only wonder how many times she cursed Mi Yan behind his back.

Zhang Fang sighed softly, scooped up the sleeping Helian Nuo in his arms, kicked dirt over the campfire to extinguish it, and strode off into the darkness.

Hou Xiaochun chuckled, not taking it to heart. He was only venting, sighing simply because he had missed out on so many good opportunities.

This was, in fact, a brand-new task: establishing a system manor. There was no precedent for it in the entire game, so I was very much looking forward to the content of this mission. However, as was customary, we had to exchange pleasantries after meeting Xu Qiu.

Yet, he still held his ground, staring at the entrance to the void passage, though a long time passed without anyone emerging.

Lu Ning moved with casual grace, taking five steps in succession. With each step, space twisted fifty times, allowing him to traverse fifty million units of distance in an instant.

Just then, the door opened, and Shen Yixin and her group returned from work, carrying groceries and laughing together.

High in the sky, the seven sages stood. Lao Jun appeared cold, devoid of human emotion, while the other six wore complex expressions. They were hesitant, wavering on whether to intervene. But after a single breath, their indecision vanished.

Ryu and Mirai piloted the GUTS Wing 1, while Marina and George piloted the GUTS Loader. Amasaki, however, remained in the command room this time.

Once he obtained the Primordial Violet Qi, Shi Yunkang’s prodigious talent would surely allow him to break through to the realm of the Immortal Emperor in one fell swoop.

It was as if he had come from hell itself, his gaze cold and clear, harboring a soul-captivating power that made one feel as though they were sinking into an abyss of endless torment the moment they looked into his eyes.

Zhao Zhu continued to walk through the darkness. As he moved, a shadow appeared before him. It was not a person, nor a ghost, nor any other miscellaneous entity. It was… a dog.

Hua Bin began to multitask, pinching here, grabbing there, all while channeling his inner energy to regulate her internal breath.

If he wanted to wield the Eastern Depot as his blade, he could not let this fellow continue to oversee it. He needed to find a suitable replacement, but which eunuch was fit to command the Eastern Depot?

If Daoist Huang Mu had helped Xia Xueyi at that time, regardless of whether his reputation in the martial arts world would have been ruined, he would have been forced to commit suicide with the "Blade of Abstinence" according to the rules of the Xiandu Sect.