Chapter 40: A Match Made in Heaven

The secluded residence of "Wind and Cloud."

The food on the table consisted of dishes Su Tang had never seen before, and she couldn't help but feel a spark of curiosity. However, sitting beside her was the Huang family son—the one who claimed to have bumped into a wall—so Su Tang politely served him some food, then did the same for Liu Yaoguang. Whether the Huang son had really collided with a wall or had been beaten, her system remained silent, implying it had nothing to do with her.

"Many thanks, Shopkeeper Su," the Huang son said.

"Younger Sister Su is certainly very kind to Wenzhao."

What was even more staggering lay ahead: on this vast expanse of ice, hundreds of crystal-clear, sharp-edged, colossal ice pillars rose from the ground, supporting a jade-like dome above. Under the illumination of a bright red glow, they refracted a brilliant, dazzling light.

Chekhov himself believed that Zhong Ling might be a fool, for he had already assessed Zhong Ling’s strength and found not a shred of magical power within him; he was, in every sense, a truly ordinary person.

The young man did not reply; he took off his glasses to check if his clothes were soiled. Unfortunately, as Qiu Jingchen had been eating earlier, oil stains had remained on her hands, and a distinct smudge was visible on the corner of the young man’s garment.

Returning to Dragon City and settling everyone in, I took Zi Bing’er to the seaside in RZ City to inspect the progress of transporting the Federation citizens. The progress was extremely smooth; with the addition of dozens of ships, the efficiency of the transport had increased several-fold. It seemed that in less than a month, all the remaining Federation citizens would be safely delivered to the Chinese Federation.

With a few leaps and bounds, Hachiman Hikigaya’s agile figure appeared in various parts of the street. The flash of a blade appeared periodically, each stroke claiming the life of a monster.

Under normal circumstances, given Qiu Chong’s tolerance for alcohol, drinking two or three catties of spirits would have been no problem at all, and the same went for Qiu Shaoze. Yet this time, after only two or three catties, both their faces had turned flushed and red.

Xiao Rang swept his spiritual sense over the old man, and everything became clear: he was at the Transcending Mortality Upper Clarity stage. He couldn't help but look at the Zhou family with newfound respect. The old man’s cultivation was neither high nor low, but as a manager of the outer sect, it was enough to reflect the depth of the Zhou family's heritage.

PS: I should have anticipated this when I set out on a long trip, ignoring my doctor’s orders to get seven days of IV drips, just for the sake of an anime convention and a concert.

As they let out thunderous roars, powerful sound waves impacted everything in the vicinity. The air rippled like the surface of a pond, spreading outward in circles. Even some third-level zombie birds were affected by the sonic interference, flapping their wings frantically as they nearly plummeted from the sky.

I walked to the side. The bone wings on my back had grown longer, larger, and tougher. A couple of flaps stirred up a gust of wind, kicking up the dust from the ground.

Wang Xi lay on the bed, unable to sleep. The scene of leaving the novice village played on a loop in his mind. With just a little thought, he knew it was the system performing a format, yet the reactions of the village chief and Niwa were highly unusual.

As he spoke, Lin Ying released his sharp, intimidating aura, causing the members of the Magic Rain Alliance who were guarding the perimeter to turn their heads, ready to draw their weapons. Cheng Mo waved his hand.

In past attacks, due to a lack of long-range capabilities, the bear-men would often swarm to the base of the tall stockade gate, becoming easy targets for the fox-men. How could they be like they were now, calmly conserving their strength and waiting for the moment to launch a full-scale assault?

"Oh, what does she look like?" Lie Zhenqing asked, unsure if the person who had arrived was Yin Ling, and hoping to confirm his judgment through the gatekeeper disciple’s description.

Wang Xi set the date for the day the original owner met with disaster; firstly, to have time to prepare and improve his martial arts, and secondly, to pay tribute to the original owner.

Fang Li explained his inner doubts to Guo Ping in detail. Guo Ping secretly speculated: could it be that after cleansing his marrow and cutting his tendons, the boss intended to do the same for him? Ding Xian’s words still echoed in his ears; if he were granted such a fortuitous opportunity, given his own aptitude, reaching the next realm in a short time would be no difficult task.