Volume One, Chapter 45: I Give Up, Brother, I’m Not Running Anymore

He was beginning to regret it now. If he had known this would happen, he should have just let himself be caught, saving him from running such a long distance.

For the first time, he found running to be this exhausting.

Countless times he wanted to give up, but whenever he looked just two meters behind him and saw Ye Lin still waving cheerfully at him, he simply could not bear it.

Keep running.

Finally, after half an hour of such a grueling chase, Wang Jun could no longer run. Stumbling forward a couple of steps, he collapsed face-first onto the ground.

His body curled up into a ball, and he began to retch violently.

"Blech—"

Seeing Wang Jun vomit, Ye Lin felt a wave of nausea as well and stepped back a couple of paces.

He only walked back over after Wang Jun had finished vomiting.

Squatting down, he said with a grin:

"I'll help you up. Let's keep going."

Wang Jun's...

Seeing that not only were they unafraid, but they even wore expressions of agreement and went so far as to praise her, the apprehension in the Wood Spirit's heart instantly vanished into thin air.

Although the chaotic magic suppressed the polyhedral entity's mental pollution, years of fel energy invasion had left her critically ill, and she could transform into an unspeakable monstrosity at any moment.

Because of what happened in the afternoon, this former gamer clearly had not yet figured out what attitude she should adopt when facing Salis next.

Inside the Huang family hall, the members of the Huang clan had already gathered, and even Huang Xuanmin was among them. At this moment, all of them wore solemn expressions, looking as though a great battle was imminent.

It had taken countless years for the Qi family gully to produce a university student like him. The entire village had pinned their hopes on him, and after finally managing to break out of the impoverished mountain hollow, he had ended up right back in another impoverished mountain hollow.

Yet Ye Han knew that if he showed even a shred of leniency, the opponent would exploit it, turning it into a leverage point to create further opportunities.

Just by taking her pulse, he could tell she was wearing padding? Wu Hui refused to believe to her dying breath that such miraculous medical skill existed.

Yu Nuan admitted that she had nothing to do with the other man, but she tacitly accepted her relationship with He Tingzhou.

Yet, starting from God knows when, he had begun to change, no longer being the person he once was, and turning driven by greed and ambition.

They were unrelated strangers; even if Xuanye had developed other feelings for her, a man like him should have known his boundaries.

Soul-cultivating clans in this world were strictly divided into three tiers: upper, middle, and lower. The imperial Liu family of Great Qi and Prime Minister Zhou's estate were both lower-tier clans.

His primary course of action: directly raid the Yi family, make murderers pay with their lives while providing compensation, and exile the remaining members of the Yi family to the borderlands between Jiuzhen Commandery and Rinan Commandery.

Su Qianqian pressed her lips together and abandoned the thought of further advising Ye Su. It had been presumptuous of her to flap her tongue about court affairs when she understood nothing of them. Since Ye Su had made this decision, he must have had his own considerations.

Astaroth led the way ahead. Due to the expansion of mineral deposits, the original layout had been altered to open up new areas, making the route somewhat winding.

The very existence of city walls served this purpose; if an intact city wall stood, the probability of urban residents suffering harm would drop to a comfortably low level.

Jinyang smiled and said, "Buying it is out of the question; this stuff is far too rare and not for sale. However, since we're all friends, I can treat each of you to a small taste to celebrate the successful arrival of the first tourists to my ranch." With that, he took out nineteen bottles contained in a basket and handed them generously to Ella.

"What the heck!" Not only the audience in the studio, but viewers in front of their televisions as well were shouting those very words. Looking at the guests in the audience who looked ready to hurl mineral water bottles at the stage, Cao Fang merely laughed heartily.

First, the shop signboards were all brand new. Second, most of the shops clearly looked freshly renovated and much tidier. Finally, the shop names were all properly standardized.

Su Qianqian looked over and saw Ye Jiu standing and glancing around the palace furnishings, acting as though she did not even see Jiang Shufang.

The other two men were in no better shape; the fugitive on the right had his nose bloodied from the impact, while the driver had smashed his head directly into the steering wheel, triggering the airbag.

Those outsiders were the sacrificial offerings for their return. They had been hiding all this time, but now they could finally emerge into the open and completely sweep up these people in one fell swoop, thereby officially seizing control of the entire Lost Land.

After a long while, the hesitant Li Zheng let out a long sigh and, with the air of someone marching heroically to their execution, stepped into the hospital.

Just in case, Jiang Chen locked onto the Abyss Demon Frog with his draconic potential lock, making it easy to settle accounts with it later.

Within the grand array, only Ying Cai'er guarded Chen Fan's side, while Zhuge Kuangzhan, that belligerent fanatic, charged straight out to participate in the slaughter among Nirvana-realm experts.

Seeing these people arrive, Zhang Li seemed to have found his savior and immediately shouted excitedly to the security guards.

In an instant, boundless power of faith surged forth from every corner of China, ultimately converging around Chen Fan. The sheer density of it made Chen Fan marvel once again.

Liu Ying kept repeating that single phrase. Gradually, "its" tone grew increasingly eerie, and its speech pace slowed down considerably.

Seated in the seat of honor as a guest, the white-haired, goatee-wearing old man looked full of vigor, seeming thoroughly pleased by the utterly defeated appearance of Puli.

"Since when has someone surnamed Tang broken a promise?" Tang Feng scoffed. Cleaning up Han's intelligence network might be a great achievement to others, but to him—the transcendent Chief Instructor of the Shadow Dragon Guard—it held little practical significance.

An Jiu's words already carried a hint of exhaustion. For so many days, she had tried countless methods; although she thought very highly of Chu Xinglang and did not want to give up on him, what else could she do?

Although Qin Ming possessed Heavenly Fire and formidable true combat power, capable of even fighting experts of the Fifth Tribulation of Yuantai head-on, Lianshan Yue could still tell that Qin Ming's own cultivation was merely at the Second Tribulation of Yuantai, and he might not necessarily be able to handle this manifested lightning.

Having finally finished the meal, Xie Yunxi no longer wanted to entangle herself with such people, so she prepared to return to her own courtyard. She still had to tend to Xiao Junluo's legs today, and she needed to hurry back to prepare some supplies.

In the evening, the snow fell even heavier. Such heavy snow was a rarity in Shanghai, leaving a thin layer accumulated on the roads and rooftops. Nanxi bustled about in the kitchen, washing and chopping, while the hotpot on the table had already come to a boil, continuously venting wisps of steam.