Chapter 62

During the battle with Jidamuji, the elusive feeling of reaching the Grandmaster realm that he had been searching for over the past many days suddenly became crystal clear.

The person Kim Tae-hee and Park Jin-pu referred to as Master Lee was actually named Lee Jung-hyun, also a leading figure among the younger generation of the three great families in the Republic of Korea. Tall and strikingly handsome, he was currently looking at the two of them with a faint smile, somewhat enjoying their flattery.

As for Ye Yu, he intentionally wanted to build an unfathomable and mysterious persona for himself. Although he always approached this world with the relaxed mindset of playing a video game, he still needed to use his wits a little to ensure he had a good time.

"Zilong, is there any pressing matter?" The old man did not stand on ceremony; uncle and nephew had no need for such formalities.

Though they both belonged to the World-Sweeping Alliance, different destinies had led them down contrasting paths. Yet Nie Feng still regarded Duan Lang as his close friend, occasionally bringing roast chicken and other meat dishes to him.

The northern territory of Jiangsan City was a rare and fertile plain capable of producing all kinds of goods. To the west lay salt wells, which the barbarians frequently mined for table salt. To the south was the Liangdu Cavern, which produced silver; much of the southern barbarians' silverware was smelted from the ores mined there.

"My level is still too low." Lin Jun could not help recalling his past life when he was approaching level two hundred. Back then, if he allocated his talent points to attack power enhancement, relying solely on the divine artifact Ice Emperor alone, Lin Jun could guarantee that his attack would break through one hundred thousand. The advantage of having high base attack power lay right here.

As a gifted supernatural being, even if he had not boarded the train of the Sea of Clouds, he could still have thrived solely on his own abilities and lived a life he previously wouldn't even dare to imagine.

With a crisp "clang," the blade of the Asura clashed against the opponent's fingernails, producing a sound as sharp as striking hard metal.

Cao Cao detailed the current situation in Jianghuai, the Central Plains, and Hebei, asserting that Yuan Shu's defeat and demise were imminent within days, with zero chance of survival. In his letter, Cao Cao advised Yuan Shu to face reality and surrender as early as possible in order to spare the people of Jiujiang Commandery from the ravages of war.

Seeing this scene before him, almost everyone's eyes were filled with undisguised shock, and waves of clamor continuously echoed by Ye Su's ears.

Watching that phantasmagoric army circle around and charge back again, Shangguan Fei was instantly frightened out of his wits. He had been completely demoralized by this wave of onslaught; having always been the one to crush his enemies and achieve easy victories, when had he ever been slaughtered like this?

While excitedly watching the massive surge of prestige points, Ye Su simultaneously solidified his future path in his heart.

However, Fang Xun simply did not want to come to this place anymore. One must know that his retirement back then was not merely due to his chronic reclusive tendencies.

The red-haired man smiled calmly at the middle-aged man, then turned around and vanished without a trace.

Seeing that things were about to get real, Su Mei perked up, immediately notifying her men and preparing for action.

"Li Jin, you two traveled thousands of miles back to your hometown for your honeymoon, and the main purpose is to bring joy and auspiciousness. But things haven't turned out as wished; Mom feels that some vexing matters are preventing your wishes from being fulfilled, so Mom still hopes you can understand," Liu Lan said, still harboring lingering resentment.

Feng Feng narrowed her eyes and continued to scrutinize the scene, vaguely sensing a discordant voice being emitted.

The destiny chart showed a total lifespan of one hundred and thirty-seven years. Breaking through here only increased his lifespan by one hundred years, whereas an ordinary person advancing from the second realm to the third realm would gain five hundred years.

Even Immortal Venerable Dingxuan was this astonished, let alone the others. The numerous cultivators present were all dumbfounded and struck silent.

"Honestly, they all ran off." Momo muttered discontentedly, looked at the person still fussing over flowers and plants, and marched right over to pull them up.

"As long as we cherish the days we spend together"—such cheesy words of affection were too embarrassing for Dongfang Ruoxue to speak aloud while blushing under her modesty.

"Let's wait a moment." Chen Qingdi chuckled faintly, his expression calm. Shangguan Feihong raised no objections and dutifully accompanied him by his side.

However, now was not the time for complaints; if they failed to make proper arrangements, they would probably really perish here this time.

"He'd better not come back, or I'll beat him up," Xu Zaoyan said through gritted teeth, feeling extremely dissatisfied about having to wait over and over again just to see Ye Kaiichen. Normally, whenever he wanted to see Ye Kaichen, he could see him instantly; it was never as troublesome as it was now. Rubbing his fists with a resentful expression, he looked ready to beat someone up.

This was her first thought, and in fact, she released Qin Lang's neck the very first moment.

She knew her son was a responsible person just like her. After all, with so many people depending on him for their livelihood below him now, it was only right that he was busy outside.

"Director Zhang, I won't go!" Before Yang Bogang could speak, Wang Bao blurted it out first.

Just as Xu Zaoyan was letting his imagination run wild, his target finally appeared. The car belonging to that director drove out from the apartment building, and through the half-closed window, he could see that the person driving was indeed that famous director.

"Creak..." A piece of the pentagonal circular notch shattered. The spots where Nangong Chen was gripping with both hands loosened slightly.