Chapter 28: Apologize to Me

Perhaps he found it bothersome to keep checking for messages, feeling it made him look rather foolish.

Pei Qiaonian, imitating the others, started a livestream right where he stood. He adjusted the camera angle to capture his flawless face from every direction.

He continued peeling an apple with a watermelon knife.

Smiling at the camera, he said, “Brother Hua, where are you now? Come see how fast I can peel with my watermelon knife.”

The comments below his livestream exploded:

“Is he serious? That Hua…”

Nian Ping aimed his slingshot at Wu Juexing, but hesitated to release the pellet. After a moment’s pause, he shifted his aim slightly, targeting Wu Juexing’s flattering backside.

Lin Chuan, knowing they had many questions, didn’t wait for them to speak. He took the initiative to explain why the Ninja Sect’s spiritual energy was so abundant and shared some of his experiences since his reincarnation. Of course, he only spoke of what could be revealed, keeping certain secrets to himself.

Handling the food supply for these people was something Wen Xianzai needed to do, both as a matter of public duty and personal responsibility. It's often said that one should not take on a role without considering its responsibilities, and now that Wen Xianzai was a noble of the Empire, enjoying the privileges of his rank, he was equally obliged to help shoulder the burdens of the state.

“As for the name? Let’s call it ‘Yiqi’ brand soap. Every wooden box should be engraved with the characters ‘Yiqi’,” Wen Qihang said, lightly licking his lips.

“Could that really be the World-Guarding Disk? How is that possible? Hasn’t it been lost for thousands of years? How could it appear here?” one of them exclaimed, trembling.

Liu Tang turned to Zhu Ming, his gaze cold. “I know you may not be seeking the real culprit just to avenge the King, but I don’t care what your reasons are. As long as you keep your promise today, my worthless life is yours, as you wish.” With that, he kowtowed three times before the tomb and slipped away.

Linghuo City was not exactly near, nor was it far; the journey would take at least a day. If it were a contracted web novelist in the Signing Realm, they could probably arrive within three hours.

With each trial Lin Yun overcame, he felt increasingly attuned to the Heavenly Dao Tower. A subtle sense came over him, making his perception of the laws of heaven and earth even clearer.

This planet’s diameter was roughly twenty times that of Earth, which meant its volume was likely thousands of times greater.

After he finished speaking, he led Sato Miye forward. Though his stealth technique was formidable, Sato Miye’s skill was not on the same level.

In truth, it wasn’t that the two of them were too weak, but rather that their opponents were too strong. One adversary was a ninth-level disciple of the Shattered Realm, the other an eighth-level disciple. Even with their cultivation suppressed, Su Ling’er and Xia Siqiu were no match for them and had to forfeit their chance at the headquarters selection.

“A points leaderboard?” Li Yuyun looked at the newly appeared ranking with some curiosity.

However, this change was so subtle that only a Supreme Realm powerhouse could detect it; even a peak Sub-Supreme would sense nothing amiss.

At this moment, above their heads blazed the Demon Sun, beneath their feet stretched the Sea of Mist, and aside from the three brothers, no other humans, demons, or spirit beasts could be seen.

A wave of exclamations arose around them, and Wu Enqi instantly became the center of attention for passersby. Yet, under the crowd’s gaze, Wu Enqi froze. To his mind, the Demon-Devouring Bard Kaige should never have greeted him so warmly.

The final slaying of the Abyssal Slug was worth more than the contribution points, for it yielded a vast amount of experience, along with the loot of a boss-level monster.

“It’s just that the girl’s cultivation is too low. I wonder if she can withstand Dou Li’s assault,” Zhan Hao said with a hint of regret.

Wu Enqi, after a moment’s thought, circled behind the burial mound and cast upon himself the shamanic spell “Breathing in Mud,” then alternated between “Swamp Spell” and “Stone to Mud,” tunneling his way through. The burial mound’s soil cover was not thick, so with his mud magic he quickly dug a passage and slipped into the dim tomb chamber.