Chapter 65: The Triggered Special Quest

Mo Qianxun and the others waited in Zhao Jianguo's office for 008 to return. Not one to sit idle, Mo Qianxun took out the spirit plants she had previously gathered from the mystic realm.

"Look at these! I picked them all from the mystic realm myself. Sister Meier said the spiritual energy in this realm is exceptionally rich, so the grade of these spirit plants should be quite good. I specifically selected the ones that didn't have any guardian beasts nearby," Mo Qianxun said excitedly.

Without a second word, Zhao Jianguo glanced at them and—

However, he was completely unfamiliar with the map of this world and lacked any satellite navigation system. By the time he realized it, he no longer knew how to get to Yuguang City.

"Satisfied, extremely satisfied!" One of the outer sect disciples replied hastily, wiping away the drool that was still lingering at the corner of his mouth.

The power unleashed from the Gate of Tianwei had almost entirely destroyed the Blood-Stained True Monarch in one fell swoop, yet in the end, it still allowed the monarch to escape, seemingly aware that it could never truly be slain. As an entity akin to a deity, it naturally possessed its own methods of self-preservation.

Yet, Zuo Qiuchen's illustrious reputation sounded like grating harshness to Hao Shu's ears. Now that everyone knew how Hao Shu had been defeated by Zuo Qiuchen in just a few moves, the realization drove Hao Shu to the brink of madness.

In reality, however, all of his attention was completely focused on the Dani thief from the opposing Shadow Moon adventure team.

"My children, charge!" Arriving shortly after were the subordinates of the Macaque King and the Spirit-Macaque King, who had been lying in ambush within the mountain forests. Hundreds of thousands of monkeys swarmed forward together, brandishing spears and clubs with a truly formidable momentum.

For flesh-and-blood life forms, whether their bodies were composed of solid, liquid, gaseous, or mixed states of matter, none could be dispensed with. The absence of even a single one would lead to the death of the organism.

Sister Huanghua had been waiting, but just a few minutes before the start of the thirty-sixth round of competition, there was still no movement whatsoever from the forest. She immediately contacted a player known as 'Ghost Wheel'.

"I know that Xiaoye is also within Cangyuan's territory. This operation targeting key areas was directly requested by the municipal party committee leaders and personally supervised by the bureau chief, so we have every justification," Ling Qi tilted her head slightly. Having limited understanding of Xiaoye's background, she wanted to hear the other party's further theoretical elaboration.

This man had hanged himself, using the very same hemp rope that had been used to carry the coffin upstairs that day, and that exact coffin was positioned directly beneath him. The mother and son had passed away within three months of each other, both meeting unnatural deaths. It was only then that someone had advised his son to seek out an enlightened master to take a look.

And which of those who had climbed to their positions wasn't an astute veteran? Putting things together with the situation when Xiao Zhenglong left, they had all managed to guess this much, though they remained entirely in the dark about the specifics.

The Frost Sword encountered an obstruction, as if something was blocking its path forward. Jiang Yi halted his steps, inspected the situation closely, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

The very moment they stepped upstairs, the hands of all the gamblers below sorting their tiles froze completely, for they had just waited for a few big fish to arrive.

For a moment, the entire hall fell into absolute silence. Apart from Master Yunqi, the eyes of everyone else were filled with shock, envy, and, naturally, a trace of jealousy.

This fragment of a low-tier purple-grade primordial skill was the primary goal that had driven Lan Feng to endure untold hardships to join the Fierce Martial Academy.

"Brother Lan Feng, let me carry you instead." Logar's figure flashed as he appeared by Lan Feng's side. Grasping Lan Feng's arm, he suddenly accelerated with a piercing sound of tearing wind, and the figures of the two vanished from the sight of the crowd almost instantly.

"Both you and that blind man got hit? Why am I totally fine?" Chaozi still seemed somewhat disgruntled that he hadn't fallen victim to the trap.

Zhang Yang's and Wu Yu's flames originated from the same source. Ever since they met, Wu Yu had rarely used her own flames, leaving Zhang Yang unable to gauge the true power of that black fire.

Time frozen, space halted, heaven and earth unmoving—what kind of phenomenon was this? Zhang Yang had once pondered such a possibility, but he had never truly believed that such a scenario could ever occur.