Chapter 47 (First Watch)

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Fu Qingze stared at his screen as it dimmed once again, frustratedly running his fingers through his hair. Both he and Bai Qianqian were busy every day with training and filming; they couldn’t even manage a daily video call, let alone meet in person. Often, after evening training sessions, Bai Qianqian would come home and fall asleep on the sofa, and Fu Qingze was no different.

No one dislikes praise—pleasant words, compliments—everyone enjoys hearing them, and Xia Xixi was no exception; he was just an ordinary person after all.

Moreover, although all the spatial channels on the right side were accessible, everyone still preferred the one used by Yang Guang and Wan Tao. The other channels were neglected and left unused.

Bai Qianqian was completely unaware of this. This time, she was genuinely hurt by Fu Qingze’s attitude and hadn’t considered the possibility that he might not compromise.

In fact, the “Hunting” operation wasn’t the only one underway; a similar construction was happening at the Jira base on the other side.

Upon hearing this, Bai Qianqian immediately searched on Weibo and indeed found videos of Fu Qingze that had been captured by others.

Lin Shi had negotiated with the robot for so long just to get it to voluntarily unlock the control core at the back of its head—after all, she didn’t want to be blown to bits.

Gu Changfeng was bitter and anxious, his face full of worry. He was a reincarnated King of Hell in a mortal body, his physique tempered by him, later refined by the Penglai Order to withstand the intense blood refining of the Blood Amber.

“May I ask, does Argentina have any new-model bombers?” a reporter seized the microphone and asked loudly.

Xu City was different. Both of these men were his mentors: one his instructor, the other a caring senior uncle. Either one encountering trouble was something he could never accept.

The old man was short, with dark cheeks and a square face like it had been carved with knives and axes, inspiring a sense of awe and distance in those who saw him.

Having finished speaking, he hastily pulled Zhang Ruyun toward the back of the temple, instructing him on the route with great urgency and strength, leaving no room for refusal.

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Yuan Chengtian knew he had been away from the Celestial Court for a long time. The mystical arts there had advanced rapidly, and he was unaware of how far they had developed. Taking advantage of the beast tribulation, the enemy was collecting five types of Yin Sha energy, though it was unclear what kind of divine powers or strange arts they were cultivating.

“Because it was half-price, I bought it first so we could all eat together,” Iijima Yui explained.

Later, Long Hai used his soul power to protect both their souls as they entered Feng Wuqing’s soul space.

Sprinkling these powders, the corpse writhed even more violently. The shaman continued striking the bronze gong in her hands, though the intervals were longer this time; each strike was met with a piercing cry from the black cat she held, and a black arm began to stretch out from beneath the corpse’s clothing.

However, due to their high profile, they encountered several unnecessary dangers during the process. The worst was being noticed by three seed-level copper-ranked enemies, resulting in the elimination of eight team members before finally saving Wan Hulin from being eliminated and escaping death.

Bai Yiyi and Lan Xian’er exchanged nods, temporarily setting aside past grievances to unite in facing the current situation.

Hua Shuo turned around to look at her. His eyes, like stars, held restraint and a forced smile. Yet he also saw a newfound resolve—different from before. Previously, when he pushed her away, she had stubbornly clung on foolishly. Now, she seemed determined to let go.

On the plane, Yan Xiaoxiao had lost her earlier enthusiasm. She knew Jin Guangyan was watching her intently beside her and feigned interest in her magazine.

The residents had kept Nagato overnight. Rising early, Nagato bid farewell to the townsfolk and set out on the final road.

At Jing Liu Yun’s suggestion, after their meal, the three of them went to Shanmo Weiyun Residence. Under Weiyun’s surprised yet warm gaze, Luo Huixue felt somewhat awkward and could only smile at her, receiving a smile in return.

“Still say if you ask why, just say you don’t know,” Fang Shijie said sincerely, as if trying to be candid with Qingrang. Qingrang could only laugh and cry at his fox-like cleverness—he calculated everything perfectly.

Seeing Shang Si’s dusty appearance, Ruoxin boiled water for him to wash and prepared the vacant guest room. Noticing his fatigue, she didn’t engage him in conversation and let him rest first, planning to discuss matters the next day.

“Nothing much, just thinking about some unsolvable problems,” Luo Huixue sighed, sitting up and gazing thoughtfully out the window.

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This could be considered their destination. Having made these changes, many possibilities could still unfold.

With Wang Sheng’s past mistakes in mind, I certainly didn’t want to keep Old Chen company while my brothers withered away in loneliness. I suddenly remembered the photos Li Tingting had asked me to get from Zhang Peng and immediately messaged her to see if she was available to meet so I could hand over the pictures.

“Since I encountered such a spiritual creature, how could I not take it?” A few days later, Wang Ze, that old monster, and Jinhua were heading to Snow Mountain. At that time, Lin He estimated he couldn’t wrest the Seven-Leaf Star Purple Lotus from either of them.

The endless farmlands and heavy wheat ears seemed to fill the air with the scent of the countryside, though there was no joy of harvest here.

Moreover, even the K-series submachine guns had long been phased out by the GN frontline troops. Four years from now, when we graduate, we certainly won’t be using them.

The clinic staff and guards blocked the rear entrance; no one dared to stop the Grand Princess’s arrogant behavior.

“Still on the eighteenth floor. Honestly, where have you been?” I took out a tissue and gently wiped the tears from her cheek.

The Ghost Emperor was actually weak now, having exhausted too much of his essence, but he still believed that even in his weakened state, killing Zhao Zhu would be no problem.

With the words of the divine physician Fang, he had a reason to report back—perhaps even earn a generous reward.

He just didn’t know that Jiang Sinan’s current body cultivated the Divine Path, not the Immortal Way.