Chapter Eighty-Four: Success

But this time, at last, fortune favored him. After so long and arduous a struggle, he had persisted on the forest’s edge, striving to create a safe and stable environment for the woman within to cultivate. Perhaps it was this perseverance, or perhaps it was the woman’s own formidable strength, allowing her to withstand the chaotic surges of energy within her body. Whatever the reason, and however long it had taken—marked only by the sun rising and setting before their eyes in countless cycles—at last, with a gentle exhalation of turbid breath, the woman slowly opened her eyes.

When she opened her eyes—

Wenger entered the changing room with a grim expression. The pressure borne by head coaches far outweighed that of the players. While the players needed only to focus on their performance on the field, the coach was responsible for countless other concerns—such as now.

Meanwhile, Van Holmes was in London, chatting with Jin Yuan at a café. Naturally, their conversation revolved around this matter as well.

In the blink of an eye, the fifth day arrived. Including his time at the Floating Star Hall, Xiao Wen had already worked for half a month; the latter half of the month would be his time to rest.

Jin Yuan glanced at Wenger on the sidelines, his face set in a scowl. The players’ repeated attempts at long shots, which were in truth desperate clearances, had clearly aggravated him. With Frimpong sent off as well, the professor’s mood could only be imagined.

Lu Zongwang had already approached, squinting toward the hillside. Like before, he could only make out two faintly glowing figures—and even those were growing fainter by the moment.

Lai Hu'er frowned and fell silent for a while. Staying behind now would make it nearly impossible to return alive to the Central Plains. No matter how formidable the passes, they could not withstand the onslaught of three hundred thousand Turkic soldiers.

Though Guo Zhuocheng still firmly believed that war between China and the United States was inevitable—an inescapable price for China’s rise and its surpassing of America—he knew that merely sitting at the negotiating table would not resolve the fundamental differences between China and the West. Only war, that most brutal and sorrowful means, could bring resolution.

The flying vessel skimmed low across the ground, so even if one fell, it would not be a serious injury. Still, no one wished to take a tumble. While still midair, Xiao Wen and his four companions opened their eyes and each utilized their own skills to land safely.

Being a seven-tailed demon fox, it was naturally a creature of the highest rank. Slaying it would yield enormous experience—perhaps enough to raise his level in a single stroke.

Real Madrid was currently in excellent form, and Jin Yuan no longer shared Mourinho’s previous anxieties. He was indeed excited, but all of this was positive for Real Madrid. The first half’s score was proof enough that Jin Yuan was in great shape.

She ran about, hoping to petition the higher-ups of the Purple Gold Cavern—those who had once been enamored of her, who had hoped to win her favor in her youth. Yet times had changed; those days were long past.

Thus, he did everything he could to satisfy the Panda Brute, even if it meant giving his all—even if every step of that 500-meter, three-minute journey required him to grit his teeth just to make it through.

One rider’s color shifted from white to a dull gray—the hue of death.

In this war, it was customary to display enemy corpses as a warning. He did not want Hu Yanwei’s body to be further humiliated and exploited; sending it into the flames to be reunited with Hao Qingqing seemed a fitting end.

After countless practice sessions, he had mastered the art of refining the Qi-Gathering Pill. As claimed, the plump apothecary had even begun sampling the pill’s ingredients to better understand their properties.

Yet the indifference of the two involved did not mean the bystanders were unperturbed. At least in Lorelaiya and Weber’s eyes, such behavior was inappropriate.

Suddenly, the internal communication channel was filled with panicked voices, all clamoring at once in a chaotic din. Yet Duanmu Lei not only heard them clearly, but also saw what was happening.

Lisa nodded, and obediently allowed Mo Ren to store her within his personal space.

Just as with Cheng Mu and his companion, in order to ascend to godhood, they had paid a heavy price in favors—favors that, in the end, might well cost them their lives.