Chapter 52: Task Four: Rising to Prominence!

The golden foundational breakthrough pill lay quietly in the backpack compartment, signifying the completion of her system task. Now, only one cultivation advancement task remained on the mission panel.

[Task: Mastery and Integration! Comprehend the essence of the Primordial Palm at the Forget-Heart Stone (10.9/100)]

“Huh? Why did the value suddenly jump so much!”

Di Qiu was stunned inwardly: “It was only 1 a couple of days ago, and overnight it surged to this?”

Unfortunately, it was only three days later that Jiang Ming realized he had been deceived by Old Huang. The sword Old Huang gave was merely a remnant strike amid ruins, meant only to buy three days’ time.

The brain-computer interface—no one knew when it would be ready for practical use. Such cutting-edge technology always felt unreliable.

From this incident, he gained much insight. Keeping Susan close had both its advantages and disadvantages.

Yi Yun knew this time there was no hiding it, but after so many years, his temperament had become indifferent to all matters, so he didn’t mind.

As DeRozan’s long-range shot missed, the Bucks, on their home court, relied on Wang Jin’s late-game explosion to snatch a last-second victory over the Raptors.

Though Barkley scorned O’Neal’s boasting, even he had to admit that Nian’s move was brilliant—just a single crossover to shake off the fierce Wang Jin, a perfect example of using minimal effort to achieve great effect.

This play exposed a coordination issue between Wang Jin and James; after all, this was a hastily assembled team.

“From now on, take good care of yourselves. If you need my help, just say so. I’ll come see you as soon as I return.” Chen Ge suddenly slowed his speech, delivering words that sounded like a final testament. Xingxing and I exchanged glances.

After wandering around Frank Island once, he had a rough understanding of the layout and distribution on the island, and saw no need to continue exploring.

“Alright, let’s hurry.” Aiqier was helpless. Although they didn’t kill them, this at least slowed their pace, buying enough time for them to escape.

“Danger! The Prince of Yu is in trouble!” Ye Kai was about to break free and help but was suddenly surrounded by two enemy soldiers, one in front and one behind. “Go assist the Prince of Yu; I’ll handle this!” Zhao Kexin flashed past not far behind Ye Kai and charged into the battle between Fan Yi and the Prince.

Yang Renhong, inside the villa, felt dizzy and nearly collapsed upon hearing the news.

He could only silently pray that the young slave would run as far as possible, and once recovered, they would seek retribution with the Hall Master of Yao Guang.

“The Fiend Star Ren Lai challenges you to a duel! Defeat him within three moves, or upon returning to Heaven, you’ll have to relinquish your Fiend Star position! If you can’t, someone else will!” The Jade Emperor looked at me and ordered the Fiend Star to fight.

Jiakula was stunned for a moment. He hadn’t expected such magnanimity—letting go of past grievances—and felt somewhat ashamed, uncertain whether to accept that scale.

Following closely behind, Gu Yufei also accelerated madly. Unfortunately, the performance gap between their cars was significant. The lead car they had just closed in on quickly pulled away again, leaving her clinging tightly to Hou Kaifeng’s tail.

It wasn’t that he wanted to keep secrets from Yan Hongjun; rather, he disliked casually discussing others’ private matters.

“Will Elder Fulou still uphold his teachings from now on?” Hearing the words of Elder Mohe Jiaye, I turned to look at Elder Fulou.

But that was just a moment—Zhou Geng recovered quickly, simply saying, “You’re bluffing me,” before raising his spear to attack.

If the process of wielding it were likened to a traditional opera, the first seven acts would be serene, gentle, and soothing to the soul. The eighth act, however, turned cold and bitter, full of turmoil and heartbreak, while the ninth act was abruptly cut off, its performance unfinished.

“What? Even someone of your caliber cannot preserve yourself? Then what kind of catastrophe must that be?” Chen Qiuyai felt a chill in his heart. If a king-level powerhouse could barely survive, then someone of his own Xuan level—or even lower spiritual or mortal levels—would be nothing but a flickering firefly amid the torrent.