Chapter 34: Playing Hard to Get

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Ning Lu brushed past Lu Hongyu, striding toward the exit with visible dissatisfaction etched on her face.

Just as she reached the threshold, a forceful grip clamped onto her wrist. She whipped around, startled.

"If you dare to betray me, you will never see your sister again for as long as you live," Lu Hongyu hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes burning with fury.

"You lunatic! ... Do you have any idea? For this mission, I took a bath, put on fresh clothes, and even brought out my 'Demon Slayer' war chariot. Are you playing me?" Fang Yun’s face was dark; it was clear he was in no mood for pleasantries.

"Did you find anything good?" Phantom Butterfly asked, eagerly reaching for Liu Xinghe’s storage bag as they traveled.

"If that’s the case, once the Demon Army sends reinforcements, the soldiers who entered Fuyang City will be caught in a pincer attack. Besides, I doubt getting into Fuyang City will be that simple," the red-faced man sneered, his tone dripping with disdain for Feng Yufei.

The exaggerated true damage and critical hits left both men collapsed on the ground, mangled beyond recognition. This was the chasm between a Transcendent and someone without a Domain—in short, if they wanted you dead, you were dead.

Back in that humble thatched cottage, Feng Yufei sat by the hearth near the window, draped in a heavy fox-fur cloak. She toyed idly with the charcoal ash in her hand warmer, her slender fingers moving rhythmically as she remained silent for a long time.

"It seems we have no choice but to use this move! Everyone, retreat!" Li Yue shouted, extending his right hand toward the group.

"As for you two, since we share a dorm, I’ll go easy on you!" Leina said, snapping photos with her phone.

Xue Chen looked like an Asura risen from the depths of hell, his entire being radiating a thick, suffocating aura of death.

Yet, as Ning Yue gazed through the crude illustration, the scene reflected in his eyes seemed to shatter the shackles of time. His surging consciousness traversed a thousand years, returning to the battlefield of the narrative, witnessing firsthand the awe-inspiring charge of iron-clad cavalry and the ruthless slaughter that turned the ground into a river of blood.

Gu Wanxue gripped Gu Beichen’s hand tightly; her emotions were like crashing waves, turbulent with anxiety and nervousness.

Lili siphoned a portion of everyone’s power, directly boosting her original cultivation from the sixth level of Foundation Establishment to the ninth.

Although the aura of this Qing Dynasty corpse was not as terrifying as that of a thousand-year-old specimen, it was not far behind.

A puddle of water remained on the table. There was no rain, and it was impossible for dew to form indoors, especially since I had just wiped the table clean—where could this water have come from?

Only when he saw the attire of Sun the Great Sage and his companions, and understood their identities, did his joy upon arriving turn into utter misery.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but shake my head in regret. I had once thought the name Xue Qiancheng sounded so beautiful, never imagining it held such a backstory.

Youli nodded gently. She understood what Mili meant: Mili wanted her to have a heart-to-heart with Elensa, to explain why she had acted that way, and incidentally, to ask her to comfort Elensa so she wouldn't keep targeting Huabei'er in the future.

As for Lu Xi, burdened by her "cool older sister" persona, she could only sit on the set, anxiously waiting for Su Ran to send her information.

Aside from the chainmail taken from the three soldiers he had killed, the inventory contained only fifty old spears and no shields.

Black Impermanence gritted his teeth, clearly frustrated by the thorny problem that had plagued him for so long.

The old beggar, Hong Er, tried to muster the strength to continue the fight, but before he could make a move, the "Double Dragons Playing with a Pearl" tattoo on his back began to fade, and his robust physique withered away, reverting to the form of the mad beggar he had been before.