Chapter 43: Entering the Giant Tree Forest and Plans for a Tree House

"No, absolutely not, I swear," Lu Nansheng said with absolute certainty. Seeing a glimmer of hope for survival, his spirits revived.

"Master? Master, is that you?" Long Yu spun around abruptly, only to see a figure standing on the steps outside the grand hall. The silhouette bore a striking resemblance to Taoist Kongling.

At Old Man Chai's cry, all the villagers crowded around, eager to ask about the situation in the Taoist temple on the mountain.

Over the past twenty years, the realm had enjoyed peace and prosperity, and King Pingxi, Wu Sangui, had accumulated a considerable store of grain, provisions, and troops.

"Officer, we've just come into town to procure some goods for the upcoming New Year," Gou Dan said as he slipped a string of copper coins into the inspector's arms.

Between her and him lay a hatred deeply carved into their very bones, and a cold detachment buried deep within their bloodlines.

Yet, deep inside, he was utterly thrilled. Because Gu Yan, such a monstrous genius, originated from their Purple Saint Continent, and he dared to affirm that Gu Yan would undoubtedly reach astonishing heights that surpassed all his predecessors.

Yang Feng nodded and said, "I never expected the Jade Emperor to be so insidious." Thinking of how his parents were still in the emperor's hands, a wave of discomfort washed over him. He made a silent resolution: once the matters here were settled, he would go straight to the Heavenly Court to rescue his parents.

The Zhong family had once been aristocrats of Guanzhong, but they had fled during the chaos of Dong Zhuo. After Dong Zhuo's defeat and Cao Cao's takeover of Luoyang and Guanzhong, they had returned. They certainly had no desire to be cast adrift in foreign lands once again.

If Taimin's attack was a sharp blade, then Zhu Jun's was a massive warhammer. Even though that previous blow failed to shatter Taimin's dragon scales and seemed to do no damage, the subtle reverberations were bound to have an effect.

"Stop struggling in vain. If you know what's good for you, hand over your identity soul tablet, and I'll let you leave with some dignity," Feng Fan said with a grin.

Sure enough, Bi Chenggong wore a look of utter astonishment for a split second, followed by a gaping mouth, momentarily at a loss for words.

"Since you don't know, how could you know I was just being polite to you?" In truth, she really didn't want to be too polite to him at all, hehehe.

"He really is a bastard. I've told him repeatedly not to provoke his wife. If this keeps up, even the gods won't be able to save him—" Suddenly recalling what Pei Weilen had admonished him, Xie Wuhen abruptly swallowed the rest of his words.

Sang Yi had been prepared. Seeing Xuan Yuanxiao step inside, he immediately hurled the Earth Spirit Seed. Just as Xuan Yuanxiao had anticipated, even the dog-like expression of absolute certainty on Sang Yi's face was exactly as he had imagined. With a look of disdain, Xuan Yuanxiao hurled a reinforced brick with all his might to block Sang Yi's exploding earth attack.

However, when Qingqing returned, travel-worn and dusty, to the temporarily rented home of Xu Hongwen, she found the front door tightly locked. "This is truly strange... Could Elder Sister and Brother-in-law have stayed the night at Baohe Pharmacy?" Frowning slightly in thought, she retraced her steps to Baohe Pharmacy, only to find its doors tightly shut as well.

"Brilliant, my foot!" Duanmu Yaqie broke out in a cold sweat, nearly frightened to death by the scene. Had she not been continuously protected by Xuan Yuanxiao's spiritual energy, even if she escaped being slain by the sword Qi of the Xuanyuan Sword, the sheer pressure of the supreme treasure's spiritual energy alone would have crushed the mother and child to death.

After Ye Bingyin finished speaking, everyone looked toward Su Wang, as not everyone knew what Chen Kun and Su Wang had been discussing.

Looking at the Bull Demon Emperor's unblemished arm, Qingyun's expression turned somewhat solemn. Through two probes, he could basically judge that the toughness of this Silver-Horned Bull Demon Emperor's physical body likely reached the caliber of a divine artifact.

He Yuzhu usually had a sharp tongue, and with the Second and Third Elders sitting nearby, the scales of their emotions certainly wouldn't tip in his favor.

The city had completely returned to normal, showing no signs of having experienced a tsunami. The owner of the roadside breakfast stall had already begun bustling about, yet Xiao Fei still sensed something amiss.

The three of them suppressed their nausea, steeling themselves to grab those filthy things with their bare hands, closing their eyes and pretending they were just playing a video game role.

Mr. Daimu opened his wristband's projection and switched to the feed of the first camera. However, once the transmission began, all he saw was dirt and blood; the wearer of the camera had clearly been taken out by someone.

As she played the zither, Liu Qingluo seemed to be enveloped in an aura of ancient tranquility, making her normally delicate and pretty features appear profoundly serene, much like a noble, otherworldly orchid deep in a secluded valley.

If there were any completely new herbal species, she could take them back to the Mei family to enrich their compendium of materia medica.

A man's voice bellowed from outside, startling the boy so much that he shivered and tried to hide beneath the table.

A quarter of an hour later, a hint of a smile finally appeared on Han Dong's face. Although his cheeks remained frighteningly pale, at least his condition had stopped deteriorating.

Lin Nan wasn't deaf; the moment she stepped into the room earlier, she had heard Lin's mother declare that she wouldn't give her a single penny to take to the countryside.

Cheng Lai thought of Xiao Guoliang, his comrade from the transport team. He hadn't managed to visit him during his hurried trip last time, and since he was going to be staying in the provincial capital for quite a while now, he simply had to go see him. He discussed with Lin Nan about visiting him tomorrow.

Shiro's arrow had been gathering power all this time. Unable to find an opening in Berserker's defense, firing blindly would only result in defeat. He had poured his entire focus into this single arrow—mind, eye, and hand united into one. This was the moment Sakura loved to watch the most, the moment when Shiro was most earnest.

Sers, having handed over the invitation letter, saw that Roland and the others showed no intention of leaving, and a faint sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

At that very moment, a gap tore open right in front of Youxiang, and Yakumo Yukari poked half her body through, greeting her with a smiling face.

Singularity F was essentially a beginner tutorial level, and none of its stages were difficult. Players simply needed to progress through them in the order the anime aired, so very few players were willing to waste genuine time lingering there.

Yet, given his abilities, the chances of him currying favor with Ye Nan were practically nil. Therefore, now that he finally had a rare opportunity to butter someone up properly, he naturally wasn't about to let it slip away.

He Menglin was also speechless; she didn't know how to face her good friend. Being with Tang Feng dragged even her sorrow down.

For an emperor to be admired by his soldiers did not necessarily stem from exceptional military talent, but merely from the status of being the emperor. Zhao构 was revered by them entirely because his capabilities were so formidable that everyone knew in their hearts he was peerless.

The moe art style from twenty years ago was long outdated. While the character personalities didn't need to be redesigned, the character visuals had to adapt to contemporary players' aesthetic viewpoints.

Therefore, all he could do was remain alert to every single movement, unwilling to miss the slightest rustle. What if a battle broke out outside and reinforcements arrived? If they were foolish enough to hole up in here until then, the ultimate end would certainly be grim.