Chapter 131: Pink Bubbles

Risk, risk, and more risk.

Since Qiu Ying was so keen on discussing risk, Li Wanbai decided to have a proper conversation with him about what that word truly meant in the dictionary.

"Old Qiu, if your brain were functioning even slightly normally, you’d realize that some things simply don’t need to be done, and there’s no need to expose yourself to those risks in the first place." Li Wanbai clapped a hand on Qiu Ying’s shoulder, speaking in a carefree manner, his eyes and heart filled with such frustration at Qiu Ying’s stubbornness that he completely overlooked Yu Baichuan standing nearby.

"Ten rounds are enough. I don't think I’ll have the chance to be the dealer anyway!" Ling Xiao replied with unbridled arrogance, waving his hand dismissively.

Lin Tianxuan leaned against his legs, found a relatively large tree to sit behind, and concealed his body, peeking out just enough to observe the movements ahead.

"Led by two Shadow Guards at the seventh level of the Mortal Shedding stage, and supported by five others at the fifth level, they are now prepared to depart for Soul-Severing Mountain," the man in black replied respectfully.

Xiao Wuxie was indeed clever, but his intelligence manifested mostly in his devious and cunning nature. Meng Shenji, however, was the one with true wisdom; with a single glance, he saw through everything Xiao Wuxie was thinking.

His sliver of spiritual consciousness was extremely fragile. Even the slightest exposure to the light of the sun, moon, and stars would cause him immense damage, and if it lasted any longer, his soul would dissipate into nothingness, leaving no trace behind.

"Liusu, do you recognize which member of the Xiao family this boy belongs to?" Polang asked, his expression calm and unruffled, as if the matter were of no consequence.

Though the many Ming army generals and soldiers could not see the reinforcements—separated as they were by dozens of miles—the smoke and fire rising in the distance made it clear that chaos had erupted in the enemy's rear. In such a critical moment, no one had the luxury of overthinking; they assumed the reinforcements were real, and morale was instantly boosted.

The two white-robed Domain Wardens were clearly unwilling to give up. They had plotted for a long time and even gained the support of sects from the East Jiangnan Circuit, but they could not have imagined that this treasure pouch would be completely sealed. They simply could not fathom how, if it were sealed, the treasures were placed inside in the first place, or how they were to be retrieved when needed.

The four of them continued their search at the foot of the cliff. According to Zhong Yan’s analysis, the terrain here was steep and inaccessible to ordinary people, but the Raccoon Martens were agile and thrived in such environments, perfectly matching their natural habits.

When extracting the materials, they did so one by one, finishing each before moving to the next. Only by working in this sequence could they ensure perfect extraction, high purity, and a lower chance of failure.

To reach the rank of Battle King at the age of sixteen—such talent was considered top-tier even within the four great domains.

Duanmu He was well aware of Tong Meng’s skills; one could say that among those around Wei Jie, aside from Zhang Xiong and Wang Zhen’e, Tong Meng was the strongest—even Duanmu He was no match for him.

In reality, mechs inevitably experienced mechanical friction during operation, so their movements could never achieve the agility seen in games. This was especially true for the military’s "Guardian" model, which was only a third-generation mech; naturally, its performance lagged far behind the fifth-generation models everyone was accustomed to in the game.

Yet, when the giant pillar was destroyed and the protective immortal array was forcefully broken, no light orb was found. What could be the meaning of this?

I looked behind me; it was pitch black, and without a light source, I couldn’t see a thing. I hurriedly stepped closer to my grandfather.

He had thought that a single Azure Cloud Pill would be enough to make Tang Haotian relent, making the annulment of the marriage less of a struggle, but it appeared the man cared nothing for such things.

Chu Chen, like Xiang Yu, entered a state of deep, closed-door meditation. The only difference was that Xiang Yu’s state was passive, while Chu Chen’s was active.

Chu Yan cupped his hands in salute, fully aware that in the presence of this terrifying entity, he had no chance of escape.

Putting aside the danger, his wife was so beautiful—what if someone else tried to woo her?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. Finally, Lan Yanfeng decisively swallowed the remaining portion of the soup in his mouth and forced himself to put on a normal smile.