Extra Chapter 6: Effort

Looking at his hands, which she had swaddled like zongzi, Yang Yizhao chuckled and was about to make a teasing remark when a miserable, piercing cry drifted in on the wind.

Even with the permissions Wang Yuan had obtained, the post required level-two clearance to view.

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Once night fell, the Wang estate grew silent, the chirping of insects and the croaking of frogs sounding exceptionally clear.

When Zhou Chen sparred with me, he equipped three pieces of strength-attribute gear. As I frantically scrambled across the map, he watched my combat techniques with leisurely ease. He could not only counter every move I made but also pinpoint my shortcomings while we fought.

Abbess Jingxian, the current head of the Ziyun Nunnery, was a highly respected Buddhist figure in the Su-Feng and Kan'er counties. Having grown up in the Ziyun Nunnery, she received full ordination at twenty and later inherited the position of Abbess from the previous head, Abbess Ningyan. Under her guidance, the nunnery had enjoyed smooth sailing over the years, without a single mishap.

Last year, it had taken a multitude of excuses—the New Year, ancestor worship, a wedding, and so on—to finally summon Rong Yanqi back from his post on the border of the Xidan Kingdom.

The screen was filled with insults from the opposing team and teammates who refused to heal, so I didn't even notice the private message Murong Su had sent me. Then, he sent me a private call request via YY Voice.

This time, he had lost fewer than two hundred men. However, the five hundred soldiers from the Hua Family Stronghold and the five hundred from the rebel army had all perished, which provided him with some small comfort.

My uncle stood stunned for a long while, as if my words had struck a chord with his hidden thoughts. He followed slowly behind me, gently stroking the head of his bull-headed dog, hesitant and stammering for a long time.

Shi Lin’s gaze was immediately drawn to the sachet, and he snatched it up, stuffing it straight into his mouth.

In the future timeline, the strength Yang Mengmeng possessed when she met him likely came from that master of hers who had never met Chen Dazhi.

He Dingtian fought valiantly against the terrifying Great Wilderness Ape. At some point, he had produced an ancient pagoda from above his head. As the pagoda shook, purple energy surged across the sky like a river, crashing in all directions. The void tore apart like a tattered painting, unable to withstand the force.

Once purchased, the goods were wrapped in a large sheet of paper and tied with a knot, making them easy to carry without fear of spilling—quite environmentally friendly.

Although Su Fan had only spoken a few words to her, she instantly grasped several crucial issues through them.

Chen Dazhi suppressed his impulse and struck the back of the fat man’s head with the edge of his hand. The black-clad fat man, President Tang, rolled his eyes and collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

"Don't worry, I don't intend to do anything. I just want to bestow upon them a stroke of good fortune," Li Qing said nonchalantly.

"What’s wrong with being foolish? That is the wisdom that appears dull. The person I was before was the truly foolish one, always trying to appear different, which was actually just a sign of inner insecurity," Yu Xiao argued, puffing up his chest.

Weighing the pros and cons, Gester gritted his teeth. His massive wings suddenly unfurled, and he gripped the butcher's blade. The blade trembled incessantly; Gester felt as if he were holding a sun in his hands, with waves of intense, searing heat washing over him.

Before he could calm his shock, he felt a hand pat his shoulder. Chen Dazhi became alert; in his haste earlier, he had pushed open a random door and hidden inside.

Yang Lele did not dare return to her rented apartment, fearing Lang Kun might be waiting there to exact his revenge, so she had the driver take her to a colleague's place.

After driving A-Zi away, Ding Huo felt his internal origin power showing signs of instability, or perhaps the Residual Fire Heart Scripture was running on its own. He hurriedly channeled his Origin Technique to suppress the agitation of the ten origin beads within his body.

But more importantly, there was Aier's innate instinct—the ability to perceive the master's intended meaning through the nuances of a melody.

"Hey! You can hear me, right?" Aier said angrily. He had heard his own question mentioned in those echoing murmurs. Although he couldn't see anyone, he was certain some form of life was there.

The Divine Origin is the essence of a divine being's life; even if the physical body is completely destroyed, as long as the Divine Origin remains intact, there is a chance to reshape the flesh.

Hua Qingyi looked up at the still-bright moon and suddenly found that the moon, which had always been synonymous with beauty, now felt chillingly macabre.

On a stone table at the foot of the rockery sat a birdcage, where a parrot hopped about, repeating words aimlessly.

In truth, Lin Miwan did not care much for meat, but she had gradually grown fond of roasted chicken because of Mo Ziyun.

"Who said these people are dead?" the Daoist asked, looking blank, before a profound and inscrutable smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Back in my day..." Qianzi began, only to realize he had been led into a trap by Aier. He had never actually mentioned going through such an exam; Aier had simply deduced it from his job description.

To so effortlessly uncover the other party's background and lead them into a trap, while accidentally revealing one's own—and to find out they were the Hubie Independent Battalion—it was a case of Li Kui meeting Li Gui. This battalion commander of his really had some tricks up his sleeve; no wonder he could cause such a stir in Hubie and gain the attention of the higher-ups.

"Amitabha, Monk Wujie has no precepts in his heart; today, I want to eat roasted frog!" With that, he charged toward the toad with a gust of wind.

Gu Nancheng also smiled. Love, it turned out, was drinking poisoned wine with a smile. "You should go, A-Xun." There was not a trace of reluctance in Gu Nancheng's tone.

As soon as the big man finished speaking, the onlookers rushed to the recruitment office of Cangyun Academy to line up—not to sign up for the academy, but to join the Ten Thousand Mountains.

As for Brother Zhou, his immense financial resources combined with the prestige of being an outside developer made building a complex a simple matter for him. He was a professional in this field, and if problems arose with the project, he had his own ways of solving them; there was no need to worry on that account at all.