Chapter Forty: One Against Three

Just as Zhao Yuan was watching Wang Dao, Wang Dao, who was busy leveling up his spirit beast, sensed that someone was secretly observing him. He glanced over and saw that it was Zhao Yuan. Wang Dao then said, "Zhao Yuan, why are you sneaking around here watching me? What are you really thinking? Do you even know what you want? Do you have some motive towards me?"

Upon hearing Wang Dao's words, Zhao Yuan laughed and replied, "I'm not as bored as you lot. I'm just here to cultivate my own strength. I don't think as much as you imagine. I really have nothing on my mind. As for observing you, what could you possibly be doing that's worth my attention? You’re overestimating yourself. Don’t you think your assumptions are ridiculous?"

Back to the story: when Lin Lili heard someone call her name, just as she was waiting for death to arrive, she suddenly jolted awake.

After the spring playoffs, AG was defeated twice by Wolves, and the sting lingered in their hearts ever since.

Usually, teams prefer the blue side, but Wolves' red side is exceptionally strong, so AG specially reinforced their red side BP this season.

Liu Yongji rushed forward, delivering a flying kick right to Chen Jiucheng’s nose. Chen Jiucheng’s head buzzed, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

Ling Yun wore a red team uniform today, a faint smile on his face, radiating youthful energy.

Looking at Qi Yan’s white shirt and the transparent glasses perched on his nose, it was clear he had returned to his usual polished appearance, which made her feel even more unsettled.

Yet, to be fair, Liu Qingyou always treated her family’s maid with arrogance. Isn’t it possible the maid, out of fear, never told her mistress the truth?

At this moment, Pei Qingyue’s mind was consumed by thoughts of Jiang Yu’s unborn child, the scene of blood-stained hands etched in his mind, agitating every nerve.

Since the King of Miao learned the Sixth Prince had taken refuge again in Witch Village, he clenched his teeth in hatred but dared not act.

Meanwhile, Wei Zheng was having dinner with his family in the general’s mansion. Ever since the new emperor ascended the throne, their household had been isolated because of Wei Zheng, and the general himself had become a powerless official in name only.

Ma Chao knew clearly that if he advanced further, the army behind Bai Chuan would charge forward without hesitation.

Song Qingge’s talent and fortune were a bit inferior compared to Mu Mayi and Wenren Yu.

The Sect Leader of Hao Yue Sect gazed helplessly at the sky. He thought he’d better step down and retreat to a secluded corner for closed cultivation. Whoever wanted this troublesome position could have it.

She didn’t seem to think her words sounded mercenary—nor did she think Pei Xihe would see them as such.

The leader among them had a scraggly beard, so tangled from years of neglect it formed knots. His hair was the same, his clothes tattered—he was worse off than any beggar on the street.

The project manager nodded, glanced at Gu Jin before leaving, curiosity and astonishment outshining even admiration.

He collapsed weakly onto a nearby chair, his eyes hollow, like a soulless specter.

His expression remained calm; after all, having even one immortal seedling was a blessing. It wasn’t a useless spiritual root, so why aim too high and end up with nothing?

Hiss—what’s happening? Jiang Yinxie suddenly felt a wave of malice directed at him, as if someone was plotting against him. Turning around, he saw Ling Qingqing glaring at him fiercely.

In contrast, Qin Liangyu, when facing Ma Chao, remained untouched by a single leaf, making Gao Shun truly impressed.

He thought he could simply wait for Gu Yunchang’s resignation, but after just one night, everything far exceeded his expectations.

Think about how fragile and easy-to-push-over Ah Yi’s useless body is, and you’ll know how high the price of this treacherous nen ability really is.

During this period, Gu Qingyun and the others were heartbroken, with many matters handled by Gu Chuan Ke.

Chen Baiqi seized the chance to slip away from him, hurriedly opened the door, and looked up to see Feng Xuan standing outside, dressed like a grizzly bear. He was momentarily stunned.