Chapter 131: Do Me a Favor! (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Votes)

Gazing at the passive skill before him, Shen He sat on the sofa, still feeling somewhat resentful as he gripped the bronze harpoon. While it was true that a damage-reduction passive was a godly ability, the power to ignore unit collision volume was nothing to scoff at either. He lowered his gaze to the active skill. According to the description, as he wielded the harpoon in combat, he would continuously accumulate an icy energy known as the Tide of Frost. Only after reaching a certain threshold could he unleash the primary effect.

The family was masterful at stir-frying, though they had a peculiar temperament; they forbade Qin Jinyu and the Third Master of the Qin family from eating that particular dish, claiming it was prone to poisoning. He had encountered similar knowledge in the 31st century—it seemed like a fleeting, unimportant detail, yet it felt vaguely connected to the Crosson Show training.

No sooner had the words left his lips than Xiao Kai hung up the phone, leaving Fang Yiyi no chance to explain. Staring at the handset, Fang Yiyi felt as though her heart were being shredded by a meat grinder; even drawing a breath became a struggle.

Xize turned and dashed downstairs. The moment he pulled the door open, he caught sight of his pale face and disheveled hair in the mirror.

After the man departed, Su Zhenming curled his lips into a smile. In high spirits, he glanced at the phone on the table and pressed one.

Yi Yuanfei was equally decisive, sending word to the Zhou residence to inform the "King of Hell" Zhou that someone was trying to swindle his son, even if that son was a fool.

He knew he could not stop her directly; given her temperament, she would surely flare up at him if he tried.

"Haha, the return of the Mo family bloodline is the best and most surprising gift for an old man like me." In the awkward silence of the hall, Elder Mo suddenly burst into laughter. Far from showing any distaste toward Ye Moxing, he instead stepped in to smooth things over.

The Marquis of Bolu had failed to find the silver left behind by the Gao family. Perhaps he assumed it was being kept by an old acquaintance, or that at least some portion of it remained.

Su Min felt both helpless and amused. Seeing Su Wushuang’s nonchalant expression, she realized he would not change his mind. She shifted her gaze to Leng Jun, but seeing he had no intention of questioning Su Wushuang, she felt her efforts were in vain and plopped back down in a fit of pique.

After hanging up the phone, Mu Xinyu still felt no fatigue. She walked into the bedroom, curled up on the bed, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.

Dozens of clan heads gathered to deliberate. Yuan Shao, whose family had held high office for four generations in Jizhou, belonged to the most senior and prestigious clan in the region, boasting the greatest influence and numbers. Yet, these clans had never had much to do with the officialdom.

To minimize casualties, the head of the Qiu family and others successively conjured Moonstones, holding them aloft to illuminate the pitch-black, miasma-choked tomb.

The young man’s Five Elements spiritual pressure surged forth, entangling the enemies before they could even touch the ground, striking them down in an instant.

"Senior Danqiu, you discovered this umbrella-shaped Fallen Spirit Artifact; you should take it." Chu Ge, having unleashed the seven primordial powers to easily suppress the artifact, handed it over to Chu Danqiu.

Jiang Ruoxi, Leng Yan, and Kaikai sat on the plane. "Mommy, we’re going to see Grandpa and Uncle Qi—don’t we need to call them beforehand?" Kaikai asked from his seat.

"Qi Xuerou." Just then, the classmate called in to identify the person suddenly pointed at Qi Xuerou. At that, the members of the Chen family could no longer remain calm.

At home, Father Ling and Mother Ling had already finished their meal. They were wondering why their son was working so late and still hadn't returned, when they heard the sound of hurried footsteps rushing up the stairs.

In the three years since the founding of Baihui Mountain, how many had sought to ascend the peak to consult the Diviner? And how many had lost their lives to the beasts or the poisonous mists?

She said nothing. She truly wasn't hungry—when the heart is dead, how can one still feel hunger or pain? That numbness was like having one's soul hollowed out; she could no longer feel her own existence. Was everything before her eyes merely emptiness, a hallucination?