Volume 1, Chapter 58: Mother-in-Law Falls and Asks the Ex-Wife for Care

The tall man, over one meter ninety in height, collapsed onto the boxing ring, his face contorted in sheer agony. His hands could no longer muster an ounce of strength, dangling like the severed strings of a marionette, broken backward.

It was only through the blessing of the system’s genius state, coupled with advanced mathematics, Nash equilibrium, and various other forms of knowledge, along with a boosted intellect, that he had managed a narrow victory.

He then posted a live-stream announcement on Bilibili to preview the upcoming broadcast content.

Jiang Bai didn't even bother getting verified on Weibo; after all, how could a Weibo verification hold a candle to the prestige of a Bilibili verification?

Yan Fei echoed in response. Yan Jin put away his sniper rifle, and Heng Gang also stepped out from his "fortress," the two of them walking over to join Yan Fei.

Jiang Bai went on a wild gaming binge for an entire day, seemingly trying to make up for all the console games he missed out on during military training, continuing right up until evening.

His gaze subconsciously flickered away for a moment. After falling silent for a while, he forced himself to brace up and spoke to Chen Yang.

"My name is Dong, and my ability is ice," Feng Yiyu said, finishing his self-introduction. Immediately after, another somewhat aloof, blue-haired man spoke up. His introduction was extremely concise, devoid of any superfluous details, yet giving off an impression of high efficiency and competence.

One hundred meters below this mass of azure fire lay a soft halo of light. Completely unfathomable and deeply mystical, this radiance was not dazzling in the least; instead, it offered the eyes a soothing sense of comfort.

Yet, despite feeling somewhat tempted, Yingbao remained very level-headed. She clearly understood that all her current achievements were ultimately thanks to Zhong Yunqing's hard work and dedication.

The veterinarian and the hunter walked back side by side to where the horses were tethered. The hunter went to hold the horse's leg, while the veterinarian took out a knife to strip the tree bark.

How immense was Xiang Hao's divine might! Once he transformed into a divine dragon, even mountains could not withstand his impact, let alone the Empress who was tightly bound by him.

The corpses and skeletons drenched in blood, having no idea what was happening, were suddenly attacked. Under such circumstances, instinct drove them to retaliate.

Across the boundless expanse of the Pacific Ocean, tornadoes rose from the surface, churning up towering pillars of water that shot straight into the sky.

Hearing this, Ye Chen instinctively turned around. When he saw Flame Princess and Irene kneeling on the ground, their delicate bodies trembling and their faces pale, he withdrew that terrifying oppressive aura. With the exception of the twelve Guardian Venerables, the rest felt as though they had received a grand amnesty. Their bodies suddenly feeling light, they clutched their chests and began to gasp for breath in heavy, desperate gulps.

The other Yellow Turban soldiers, however, did not possess such a mild temper. They glared unkindly at Yun霆, cracking their knuckles and flexing their muscles as if they might at any moment pick up their weapons and charge forward to skewer him from front to back.

The Taiwei Grotto-Heaven underwent three transformations. During each transformation, countless purple lightning bolts erupted, and even the stray arcs of electricity were enough to stiffen Old Zhu's physical body, rendering him completely immobile.

Among He Jin's subordinate officials, Yuan Shao and Cao Cao were undoubtedly the most prominent figures, and they were well-known to all players. Yet, not a single player dared to target them. A person's reputation casts as long a shadow as a tree; just as a cat picking fish always selects the freshest ones, naturally, one must pinch the softest persimmons.

This was sufficient to demonstrate that this man was cold-natured and emotionally detached, especially considering this was someone who had once taken him in. Perhaps, as some historians claimed, the fact that he could abandon his own wife years later at Changban Slope proved that his reputation for benevolence was entirely put on.

Li Yan and Pei Qing, clad in their onion-yellow and indigo cloaks, had already walked far out of sight, while Shao Qi still sat in a daze, utterly unable to react.

Muhua pondered the Emperor's true intentions. Most of the officials who were suffering misfortune and falling from grace at this moment were actually being protected by the Emperor. Of course, among them, there were inevitably a few whom the Emperor truly intended to take down; otherwise, how could he possibly deceive those scheming to churn up chaos within the imperial court?

The other three found it inexplicable that she was laughing so heartily, yet seeing her so genuinely happy, they felt a warm joy in their hearts and joined in the laughter.

The group shuttled through the opulent Chen residence searching for evidence. Ji Yunliu also took out a Luopan compass to inspect the premises, concluding that the feng shui of the mansion was exceptional and must have been guided by a master.

Shen Yuanfeng experienced a brief moment of disorientation upon waking up, only to remember shortly after that he was currently recovering from his injuries in an unfamiliar place.

Because Feng Ziming was far too proud and showed off with excessive deliberation, he once again subjected himself to the unloving scorn of his older brothers and sisters.

Thus began the Monkey King's arduous journey of seeking the Dao that lasted for several years. Along the way, it broke through wind and waves, slept in the dew and ate in the open, bravely facing demons and monsters, and enduring endless hardships.

However, practicing this demonic art came with a massive drawback: with too much negative energy accumulated, one was prone to being driven by inner demons and thus transforming into an evil entity. Later on, Yuanxun managed to counteract this negative energy by performing numerous good deeds.

The Emperor gently supported the Prince of Chengping, his demeanor cold and distant, completely devoid of the trust and reliance he had shown him over the past two days. Filled with regret and sorrow, the Prince of Chengping could not find the face to explain himself.

Seeing Feng Sheng gazing at her with deep, intense eyes, Luo Yangyang suddenly leaned forward and gently pressed a kiss onto his stern, handsome face.

If Master had truly gone to that place to find her and something had genuinely happened, there surely would have been some commotion. Moreover, lacking any evidence, she couldn't very well march straight up to that middle-aged man and demand a person.

Ji Wan could not afford to devote all her energy to Gu Nian'an. Having been in this world for so long, she had yet to lay eyes on Gu Ming, so leaving Gu Nian'an under the system's watch was undoubtedly the best arrangement.

Fighting back her grief, Li Han edited footage from Tang Huan's past live streams to serve as the conclusion for an autobiographical film.

This sentiment arose precisely because both of them had witnessed the elder Sheng's demeanor while working in his workshop.

Because of the incident a few days earlier, Shen Ji still held a deep grudge against Shen Qingge, accompanying his words with a sarcastic, mocking tone.

In truth, given the choice, Tang Huan much preferred interacting with someone like Song Ci—one didn't need to live in constant trepidation, nor did one have to rack their brains playing mind games.