Volume 1, Chapter 64: The Deposit

"Besides, you happened to spot it the moment I put it out—if that is not destiny bringing us together across a thousand miles, what is?"

If Posephany were to submit to such a destiny, he might as well be dead. No, he couldn't die; instead, he would be cast into an eternal slumber.

In the blink of an eye, Qi Wandao and Liu Ruye's figures merged into the mountain forest and vanished from everyone's sight.

Squatting before the six-fold melting furnace, Tang Wan held a pile of bizarre weapon-refining materials and let out a soft sigh.

Qianhu dusted the dirt off his clothes. As a man-sword, his role was to expel the souls residing within the ancient gods. Meanwhile, Jeanne wiped down her spotless knight's armor; since she was responsible for excising the flesh of the ancient gods, that viscous, chaotic sensation was rather repulsive even to a corpse-specter.

"Those two outsiders were actually terribly arrogant—quite a rare sight." Qin Dahai, who had been badly startled by Li Shen's firewood chopper, was still feeling lingering fear.

Posephany was now eager to obtain that divine spark, so he began the process of conferring attributes upon water.

She had to see Xining's major affairs settled before she could rest easy. Otherwise, if she were to pass away one day, this child would be left utterly alone and helpless. As she grew older, no matter how attentively the palace attendants served her, her body grew weaker with each passing year—ever since the start of summer last year, she could clearly tell her vitality was waning.

"Never heard of him!" A man of about seventy odd years old replied instantly, without even turning his head.

Fu Sanniang dared not reveal her true background; the Red Sleeve Opera Troupe she came from was quite famous in the capital.

The moment Posephany entered the Agricultural Temple, he wanted to explain the situation to Demeter.

Right, "What goes around comes around." Su Xin felt this saying made a lot of sense; sooner or later, whatever you owe others must be repaid.

Yan Buhping was the head of the household, yet he had been talked back to by Mo Ming repeatedly, and right to his face at that. How do you suppose he would react?

Heh, look at them now—all thriving and standing at the absolute pinnacle of their respective fields. Those former "big shots" who used to look down their noses at everyone now had to curry favor and grovel just to catch a glimpse of their expressions.

Yan Yue followed them to the habitat of the badger-beasts. Sweeping his spiritual sense across the vast grassland ahead, he saw clusters of badger-beasts gathered together.

After casting the Cloud-Rain Technique five times in succession, the spiritual energy in his dantian was completely exhausted. Even so, the drought affecting roughly an acre of cornfields was temporarily alleviated.

He did not feel he was being excessive in the slightest. After all, the world worked this way; there was no such thing as going too far—this was all simply what the other party owed him.

"Where did you get this news? The entire Ghost Valley City knows a spy has sneaked in, and furthermore, this spy is right in your estate. Don't tell me he is some relative of yours," Yan Miansheng said.

Before Mo Ming took over this body, "Mo Ming" had been cowardly and incompetent, constantly bullied by these people. Now that Mo Ming had arrived, naturally he held no good impression of them and felt compelled to put them in their place.

Ji Feng sensed the fortune energy of the minotaur and the half-man, half-machine male who had just died, bringing his total harvest to the fortune energy of thirty monsters.

By the time he snapped out of it and gave chase, scanning with his spiritual sense, there was not the slightest trace of the Immortal Master to be found.

It was in that year, upon finally uncovering the "truth" that the Tianyuan Sect manufactured biological mechas, utilized brain-computer interfaces, and powered them using human spiritual energy sources, that those stern and piercing eyes were revealed.

Unlike today, when competition among teams was cutthroat and professional players faced overwhelming pressure, leaving most of their time consumed by training and tactical research, resulting in dwindling communication between players of different teams.