Chapter Forty-Nine: The Rescue

At this moment, Boss Qian was feeling extremely uneasy. He couldn’t understand what was happening—shouldn’t Zhao Yuan have withdrawn from the competition by now? Why was he still standing here? Boss Qian grew more and more anxious, worrying that Zhao Ling’er might have already been rescued. He quickly ordered his men to go back and check whether Zhao Ling’er was still there. Afraid she had been freed, he wasted no time in sending someone to confirm.

Soon, one of his subordinates arrived and asked, “Boss Qian, why did you call me over?” Boss Qian replied, “I’m ordering you to go and check whether Zhao Ling’er is still there. I suspect she’s been rescued. Go back and look right now!” The subordinate hurried to comply.

With Byakuya Kuchiki’s temperament, Zhang Han’s tactic of retreating in order to advance struck right at his most stubborn spot. Though he sensed the other’s ulterior motives, his noble pride and deep-seated arrogance would never allow him to utter words of concession or refusal.

Zhang Jun quickly picked up the medicine bottle from the ground, eagerly opened the stopper, and a single orange-hued elixir rolled into his hand.

Without the aid of the Bewilderment Array, the elves’ defenses around the “Well of Eternity” project were riddled with vulnerabilities, and the players of the Retribution Battle Group could invade at will.

As a brand-new world, New Huaxia had vast spaces waiting to be filled and required a great number of grassroots administrators, commanders, and peacekeeping personnel. In this extraordinary world, such individuals all needed a certain degree of strength to be suitable for their roles.

Naturally, no one paid Shao Xue any heed—in fact, even calling her for dinner was considered a waste of their precious time.

Sensing that the two people had moved far away and no longer threatened him, Xuanyuan Cangqiong was shrouded in a black-blue aura.

“Xue’er! How could you take out something like this so casually?” Senior Brother Lin’s eyes flashed with a trace of greed when he saw the black jade, though he quickly pretended to scold her in a show of propriety.

Although Chen Xingyun didn’t pay much attention to the world channel, he was familiar with these two. Fearing their quarrel would waste his time, he interrupted their conversation.

However, the Great Dimensional Slash had been expressly forbidden by the gods from being used in the siege of the royal city, and as for the Dimensional Spell—Oblivion, whether it could actually hit its target aside, Chu Nan would never want An Ruoxuan to experience the agony of complete annihilation.

To quell public outrage, the police made an exception by inviting many media outlets to the scene for a live broadcast.

“I know exactly what I’m doing. I don’t need your advice,” Zhu Qing said coldly.

“Ha, fine then…” Since she insisted, Limeng in front of her found nothing more to say.

Everyone watching felt their hearts pounding with fear, worried that Shen Jialan might end things for good with a single snip of her scissors.

Though this planet was desolate, its basic conditions remained. Life forms like humans could manage to survive here, but with no native flora or fauna, self-sufficiency was impossible.

In the Gu Poison Palace, most poisons had different antidotes, but many could be countered in a single way: by killing the poisoner. This was why the middle-aged man in the blood-red robe turned pale when he heard the name.

Any force or industry even remotely connected to Lord Qin would inevitably face his wrath and reprisal.

However, Dongfang Yuping was a cheerful and optimistic person. If something couldn’t be figured out, he decided not to dwell on it.

“Don’t worry, I just invited Lin Feng for tea and a chat, nothing more,” the advanced mathematics teacher smiled gently at Yuan Xinxin and Wen Lan, sensing Yuan Xinxin’s anxiety and quickly offering reassurance.

As a master of ancient martial arts, Lin Feng could easily see the changes in Mike’s body. Not only had he become an ordinary person, but from now on, he would never be able to practice cultivation again.

Unless they were fortunate enough to be favored by a powerful aristocratic family, the sons of impoverished families in the Wei, Jin, and Northern and Southern Dynasties had little chance of rising. Even if they did gain such patronage and entered officialdom, they would still be scorned by other noble clans.