Chapter 3: The Weeping Star Envoy

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To be honest, there was no other way. In the underworld, if someone loses a fight or begs for mercy, word spreads quickly, and they can no longer survive socially. According to the street code, reputation always outweighs everything else.

“Follow only the Way; the Way’s law is natural; non-action transforms by itself; the Way gives birth to the law,” Ling Feng murmured, repeating after Chen Yun’s account.

Xue Zheng pointed toward Cheng Su, who nodded slightly at Xie Ci, thinking to herself how remarkably striking the young man looked.

She was born blind and had no idea whether she was beautiful or not, but those who knew her often praised her appearance.

“Any information can be transmitted directly into Tamil’s mental consciousness through the system’s power; this is a fundamental function of the system,” the system seemed insulted, emphasizing the words “fundamental function” heavily.

Yet just as the unicorn green moss thought it was about to die, it realized nothing was wrong.

The twenty-square-meter bedroom contained only a double bed, a wardrobe, a dressing table, a computer desk, and a bedside cabinet. These few pieces of furniture filled the room completely, leaving no space even to lay a mat on the floor.

Now the sky was beginning to lighten. No matter how hard Chen Yun tried, he couldn’t extract the finger bone unless he severed it himself, which was absolutely out of the question. After pondering for a while, he gave up, thinking quietly, “Perhaps this is a kind of opportunity.”

While he was bathing, Shen Yue was dragged into the room by the fat man. Their room was directly opposite Xu Ning’s.

A powerful and domineering fire energy surged forth, instantly infused into the male Asura’s body by Chen Junjie. In that instant, Chen Junjie was slightly stunned; he clearly felt his True Fire of Samadhi had become more ferocious and destructive than before.

“I’ve discussed this with Sister Zhen too. We both feel there’s some force suppressing me. Alas, the Heavenly Dao is so elusive and intangible—how can I possibly break free from it?” Yu Wan sighed.

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“Stable—very stable!” Jin Shenggong was flying for the first time; when he was captured by the Sai Tai Sui, he had no idea what had happened.

Whether he was Tang Seng or the Golden Cicada, he was a devoted follower of Buddhism, almost obsessed with the sutras.

“This village is indeed small, but surely there must be children? Judging by the elders’ rejection of outsiders, it doesn’t seem like they send all the children away,” Ming Ye stroked his chin, analyzing aloud.

“Right, those Chinese we just killed mentioned there’s a thousand-year-old ginseng here. If we find it, we’ll be rich,” Jin Zheng said excitedly, gazing toward the forest ahead.

Besides this, constructing a lunar base would become much easier. The bottom of this meteor crater spans nearly 100,000 square meters, ideal for building a lunar base.

“Wing Guillotine!” Wang Dong said expressionlessly, unleashing his first soul skill at the enemy as a yellow century-old soul ring slowly ascended.

He thought Lu Xiao would just say a few comforting words and not abandon him, which was already considerate, but he hadn’t expected such bluntness.

Even if these forces were unwilling, they dared not act recklessly or oppose, for doing so would give Qin Tiange an excuse to strike directly.

As the spaceship fully emerged, one after another, spaceships from various vortices in the starry sky burst forth in a frenzy.

Glancing sideways, Jun Yan discovered the cause of the chill running down his spine. Yan Fengfeng, the sect leader, withdrew his gaze, ruining Jun Yan’s best chance to evade. Without looking back, Yan Fengfeng returned to the palace to continue his affairs, as if Jun Yan’s matters never existed.

Meanwhile, Black Big Guy and the others were completely different from their previously arrogant selves—they smiled slyly, uttered flattering words, and spoke of taking care of business.

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Youthful and naive emotions ended prematurely. Ji Lingsheng felt a pang of emotion but no sorrow; for someone like him, whose tears had long dried, crying for outsiders was worthless.

Family? Do I have a family? Who cares about family? Family brings no warmth, only forces me into suffering. Do I want such a family? Am I a fool?

Seeing Jun Yan finally stop looking at them, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly fled this place of trouble.

A soul so difficult to even communicate with—helping it fulfill its lingering wishes would be nearly impossible, especially since it probably didn’t even know what those wishes were.

“Well, then forget it. I don’t think I’m cut out for cultivation,” Wang Zhen said awkwardly.

Unable to control his emotions, Wang Hai stepped forward to wake his elder brother and get some answers.

She was no longer the fool from her previous life. Having died once, her courage had multiplied several times; what was there to fear about Yun Shiji? She would never be afraid of him again.

The sky began to darken, signaling the approach of night.

“Haha, Hao Ruo Ruo,” Leng Shaochen said happily, giving her a hearty kiss that made a loud sound; even her lips were red and swollen.