Chapter 58: I Accept the Challenge and Trial

Ying Shu opened the window and looked down to see Old Lei shouting downstairs with a large crowd of people.

Among them were young women, children of a few years old, and elderly people in their seventies and eighties, acting as aggressive as debt collectors and attracting a large group of onlookers.

"What on earth happened at the Ying household? Why are so many people here to cause trouble?"

"Uncle Ying's health only improved a few days ago, and now he is in trouble again?"

"Lately, Uncle Ying's daughter-in-law has been dressing up like a wealthy lady everywhere..."

That was a landscape of utter devastation. The earth stretched out endlessly, boundless and vast, yet it was scarred by countless fathomless chasms reaching tens of thousands of feet deep.

The victims were the innocent Qingcheng players all around. People tend to follow the herd mentality; once someone started casting spells, others would eagerly imitate them.

At this moment, Jiujian Jiutian had just stepped into the domain of the Azure Waters, accompanied by a deafening roar from the green flood dragon.

Ah, the boundless worries of parents! Sha Biliang sighed inwardly, choosing not to disturb Wei Wei's deep contemplation. He turned and walked over to the windowsill, quietly gazing at the dark street below.

Originally, Li Zhiqiang and the others had still hoped to protect him. Although he did not know why Li Zhiqiang was being so kind, at least the other party had that intention.

"I'm sorry, that is a matter between the two of you. I do not need a nurse here!" Chen Xuanwu's tone dropped, carrying a thirty percent impatience and a seventy percent displeasure.

Though weak, it was at least capable of transforming the special thunder-attribute holy spiritual energy within his body into the level of "special immortal spiritual energy."

Taking stock of his equipment: the Ninth-Tier flying sword, Sun-Soul Sword; the Eighth-Tier natal flying sword, Pure-Feather Sword; the Eighth-Tier Azure-Water Dragon-Singing Sword; the Eighth-Tier Hundred-Spirits Immortal-Slaying Sword; and seven Seventh-Tier Purple-Void Thunder Swords.

Although Yuan Huisong had anticipated this, upon hearing the reports from the two of them, he inevitably felt a tinge of disappointment.

Due to the team composition, Yang Weisong sat there, staring intently at the big screen while appearing extremely nervous.

For a moment, he suddenly felt as though life had lost all meaning. He never dreamed that this affliction could be contagious. Following the other party's publicity, everyone's favorability toward Doctor Shen began to increase infinitely.

The Ink-Jade Qilin was utterly speechless, feeling deeply wronged and wanting to cry. It looked pitifully at Qingwu, but after receiving a glare from her, it had no choice but to nod and admit that it was the one who had "injured" Gaimie. After all, Qingwu was its true master!

After shattering Cheng Qingjia's Ocean-Traveling Token, the two waited for a long time, yet the surroundings remained completely dead quiet.

Having nothing better to do, they found themselves growing quite "idle," and thus everyone gathered around the Azure-Blood Jade-Leaf Flower, which they had managed to save with such great difficulty, busy tending to it.

Walking along, Aunt Gu suddenly stopped in front of a fruit stall. She paused for a moment and slowly turned to face it.

Facing such a terrifying magical treasure, even with all her magical power unleashed, Bixiao found it utterly futile, like a drop of water in a bucket.

Jiang Ziya, you have finally used your brain for once: luring me into Xiqi City, surrounding me with a massive force, and ambushing dozens of swordsmen in the banquet hall. With the dropping of a cup as a signal, at the sound of the order, you intended to hack me to pieces with wild blades and execute me on the spot.

Xia Zhao was always daring and preferred to act on impulse. Now, infected by Doctor Shen's spirit, he flew into an immediate rage in the face of that corrupt and muddled imperial court.

True to his word, Lu Tinghan did not break his promise. Early the next morning, he personally drove Xu Qingyao to Silence Entertainment.

She believed that Aunt Yun thought being a scientist sounded very prestigious, and that behind many professions lay hard work and a certain degree of innate talent. If he did not enjoy it, it might not be the best choice for Yuncheng.

Lian Zimo truly felt that Yao Yun was quite useful. Ever since he began following him, Yao Yun could view many matters from a different perspective and advise him, helping him stay prepared.

A housewarming was naturally a joyous occasion that called for a grand celebration, and it was also time for court officials to familiarize themselves with the path for submitting memorials and discussing matters in the future. Therefore, the following day, the Crown Prince's Mansion hosted a banquet to entertain various princes, high ministers, and personal friends, making for a very lively and bustling event.