Chapter 30: Dead Silence

The freezing night air bit into the skin as the icy rain lashed against the ground, as if attempting to wash away the traces of something left behind. Upon returning to her dormitory, Jiang Shiyi curled up in her bed, cocooned in a quilt, her expression one of utter desolation. She held this posture for a long time; the pitter-patter of the rain outside the window finally offered her a moment of respite, allowing her to escape the chaos. After a long while, she lay down, her hollow, listless eyes fixed upon the ceiling.

Since the first time she laid eyes on Huo Yixun...

Upon seeing this news, Su Qing’s heart sank. Was her dream of so many years truly destined to remain unfulfilled? She had waited three years, and now that Director Wang Ze was finally beginning a new production, she was about to miss even the chance to see him.

After much deliberation, King Ru unexpectedly set aside his pride, returned with a beaming smile, and puffed out his chest.

The notice board displayed the general essence of the club and the necessary preparations required to establish one.

Nalan Yanran let out a hum of defiance. She would not admit to what she had done, yet the subtle arc of a smile at the corner of her lips made it clear that the matter was likely true; she simply chose not to acknowledge it.

To many orcs on the Pangu Continent, the Sacred Fire was an unfriendly force. Even the Dragon Hawk tribe, which revered the flame, dared not draw too close. After all, it was more ferocious than any wild beast.

Xu Yilan raised an eyebrow, yet she placed her bandaged hand upon his palm, curious to see what he intended to do.

Su Yunxiu smiled and nodded. As long as there was a place to stay for now, it would suffice. She did not wish to squander any more time here; she wanted a proper rest and had no appetite for wasting further moments.

Although Shen Hanlin had paid 8,600 for the car and offered so many extras, the wholesale cost of these items was actually quite low; all of them combined did not even exceed fifty yuan.

She had originally intended to ignore their conversation, but she heard them mention the name Hua Duo’er.

Seeing this, Huorong could only sigh inwardly. The path of the Chaos Demon Gods was no trivial matter! The laws of space were beyond the reach of any who had not attained the status of a Quasi-Sage; even if Zhen Yuanzi possessed the cultivation of a Quasi-Sage, it would likely be difficult for him to fully master the laws of space, let alone if he had attained the status of a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sought to deliver all sentient beings from hell. If he were truly to succeed, there would be no souls left to reincarnate into the Asura Path, effectively severing the very foundations of the Asura race.

However, although the Buddha Tathagata possessed vast and boundless divine powers, he was not a saint after all. Separated by hundreds of millions of miles, he could not see everything that transpired in the Jambudvipa continent, only catching a rough glimpse of the situation.

In contrast, among the five defeated men, aside from Ye Jin who had regained consciousness on the spot and suffered no major harm, the other four were injured to such an extent that they would not be able to get out of bed for at least half a month.

Seeing that Gude was unharmed, Rhode felt relieved, though his spirit remained tense. The next round would be the decisive one, and failure could not be tolerated. Although the Underworld had not yet decided on their representative, in such a situation, to ensure complete success, the "Severed-Finger Right Hand"—Sola—would certainly take the field himself.

It was the first time this consul, rumored to be the wisest and most eloquent in Roman history, had felt such nervousness. The negotiations had been underway for half a Roman hour, yet this Eastern "White Son" continued to listen to their terms with an amused expression, never once putting forward the true demands of Huaxia.

This incident was undoubtedly a severe violation of the law, and therefore, those involved must be held accountable and investigated.

"Brother Mu is too kind. This junior lacks such capability. If Brother Mu were to fly his sword over there directly, I estimate you could scout the information in less than three days, with no need for this junior at all," Gu Bao replied with a smile, having no intention of agreeing.

Given Bai Dong’s status and position, would he need to use someone like Yu Nu to put on a performance? If it were not a performance, what kind of person was he really? Why was he so benevolent and compassionate? Was this not the spirit of the light-bringers?