Volume 1, Chapter 40: You're Too Thin, Eat More

There must be some underlying pattern to these seven false suns that he could follow; if he could only uncover that regularity, he would find the true sun.

In Loulan Hehe’s view, Feng Yin had clearly fallen completely into the demonic path, descending into madness. Even he could not pull him out of this deep mire, could he?

More than a thousand people had traveled from thousands of miles away to the Phantom Void Mansion, yet across the entire Cangyi Continent, only fifty remained!

Even if they failed to gain recognition from the Phantom Void Mansion after two years, it did not matter; in those two years, they would still learn a great deal within the mansion.

The two walked away, talking and laughing. The wind and snow had suddenly ceased that day. The midday winter sun, like a golden disc, cast countless particles of gold onto the lake, creating a charming, shimmering expanse.

Hearing Zichu say this, not only did Jun Yufeng’s eyes light up, but even Chang Xiangyu felt her interest piqued.

Ling Yichuan breathed a sigh of relief. He was clever; he rushed from the balcony to the door, grabbed a pair of shoes to put on, and then, feigning a knock, pretended he had just returned.

The two raised their sharp blades and pressed toward Feng Beilie. Suddenly, Feng Beilie curled his extended fingers, and sword energy flew from his hands, changing its straight trajectory in mid-air to zigzag and strike the opponent’s spine.

By now, he had walked over and sat down beside her, his arm naturally wrapping gently around her shoulders.

Following closely behind, Situ Cheng, Shangguan Yao, Li Shuran, and Ling Chenfeng burst into laughter at the sight of Ji San wiping Young Master Xiao’s face.

Upon arriving, he did not enter immediately but waited outside the secret chamber. Only after both his older brothers arrived did he suggest they enter together.

Qingluo and Xuelai, one after the other, changed into new clothes and descended the stairs in high spirits. Xuelai, in particular, scrambled past Qingluo to reach Zhang Zhen first.

He had intended to take a case of beer and a case of mineral water, but realizing the bicycle could not carry so much, he had to settle for tying the case of beer to the back seat.

Zhang Shan opened his eyes, glanced at the manor with a flicker of fear, and then—feigning courage—looked toward the source of the sound. Seeing that Mai’er had lit the lamp, he appeared flustered again.

With his figure obscured by the Invisibility Talisman, compounded by the stealth and aura-masking effects of the Phantom Mask, Ye Haoran finally felt completely at ease. He took flight once more, circled a hundred miles outside Black Ink City, and approached the city again from a different direction.

After speaking, Shi Feng knelt on the ground, crossing his hands in a strange gesture—likely the highest ritual of the Stone Clan.

According to the intelligence provided by Daoist Qingmu, every fixed monster den served as a sentry post for a demon general; seeing them meant they had entered the general’s territory.

Witnessing this, Ye Haoran summoned his Heaven-Piercing Eye, grasped his sword with both hands, and charged straight into the evil dragon’s maw. A flash of light pierced the dragon’s body, and the sword continued through, striking the chest of the Phantom Sword Daoist.

Faced with such a die-hard, foolishly loyal follower, Eunuch Wu was driven to distraction. Had he not personally chosen him and passed down his martial arts, he would have killed him regardless.

Seeing them look back, the Wolf King Da Ha met their gaze, revealing a sinister, eerie smile and licking his lips, where a trace of blood still seeped.

But it didn’t matter. He believed that returning as a hero would garner him enough popularity, fans, and support; he might even use this to leap into the ranks of political stars and hold a key position in the future United Government of Humanity.

The super-brain was his original innate talent, a result of the two souls merging back into one. Of course, whether it had been further optimized by the Eye of Evolution was hard to say.

“So, System-sama, what functions do you have?” Weisuo asked, eyes sparkling with greed, hoping for divine artifacts or ultimate martial arts so he could dominate the city and conquer the social scene.

The surroundings were pitch-black, and the depths beneath his feet were unfathomable; only the stars hanging in the firmament revealed faint light, illuminating this space.

“Who told you to look for me!” Leng Bingbing did not give the newcomer a warm welcome.

With the enemy in the shadows, one had to admit this was one of the reasons Uchiha Chong dared not act rashly.

Through the long-term persuasion of volunteers and Neil-Sa’s minions, most patients accepted this attitude. After all, there were no better treatments available, and if they could reach a better zone after their condition worsened, that was considered fortunate.

Her red lips parted again, but she said nothing. She pressed her hand firmly against her chest, unable to name the dull ache, but her eyes darted about, never daring to look at his expression again.

Dong Kang, Dong Baige, and Dong Li were born amidst nature, unaffected by the city walls, and immediately landed in the Great Six, a place surrounded by the essence of plants.

A group of foreigners thought these were precious items and opened them one by one, only to be astonished to find dried vegetables that had been soaked and sun-dried. They couldn’t understand why Zhou Nan had traveled thousands of miles to bring such things back to the country.

With the original plan ruined, Tony had no choice but to tell the other superheroes the truth so they could work together to resolve the nuclear bomb crisis.

“Thank you so much, I was just getting hungry!” He rose to pull out my chair and poured me water, looking to be in a good mood.

Su Chen bowed respectfully to Mr. Wan Liu, his face showing a measure of reverence.

“Sister, you don’t know, do you? You’re a huge hit in the capital right now! Several of my classmates want your autograph!” My younger brother held up his phone to show me.

“A small token of my esteem; I hope Lord Tao will not despise it!” Su Chen’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The guy beamed instantly, and while waiting for the traffic light, he planted a kiss on my cheek.

When dealing with sticky rice mortar, physical force is ineffective; the best method is strong acid. A syringe is used to inject concentrated sulfuric acid into the joints of the mixture, dissolving it in minutes. Experienced grave robbers all used this method, a craft later inherited by the archaeological world.