14 The Ancient Civilization Contamination Zone (1)

Ten. Only ten units of time remained, and Shui Qingqian cherished every single moment alone with Da Ya, treating her with exceptional gentleness and indulgence. He dared not imagine—among those coming to rescue them, might there be someone who recognized him? Or worse, might there be someone with a connection to his enemies—a relative or subordinate—hidden among them?

“You grew up before my eyes. Do you think I don’t know what kind of person you are?” Song Qifeng said coolly. Song Jiaojiao could be a bit willful, but she certainly wasn’t the daring type, much less someone ruthless enough to disregard human life so coldly.

Shen Yuechen knew the Lady Qin was spoiled, and that she liked to pretend to be strong and put on airs. But no matter how much she could eat, she was still only one mouth, one body; in the end, all that food would be wasted.

Curious, I leaned in for a closer look. It was a room that seemed to have been abandoned for years, yet the door was not sealed with an official notice but with purple talismans forming a barrier. Purple talismans? Those were extremely valuable—so, just what kind of powerful entity was imprisoned inside?

The exact location of the fifth Underworld Tower was still unknown; it seemed we would have to revisit the other towers in search.

The old blind man, far from angered, patiently explained everything. My second uncle glanced at the rest of us, realizing the blind man spoke the truth, and so he said nothing more, stepping forward to stand in the center of the formation.

“The issue now is—where is the Demon Realm?” Tian Qi asked, looking at Yingluo. Since becoming a fox, his emotions were harder to read, his black eyes always shining with a wet gleam.

Hua Fenglian nodded, smiling. “I’m not one to meddle in the affairs of the harem, and you know I hate trouble more than anything.”

Not only Lei Tingting, but even Zhang Nianzu shivered. Back when Ah San and Ah Si were forty, Li Erhu was still just a boy of a dozen years, and they’d faced a wild boar weighing three hundred pounds. The fact that they survived was nothing short of a miracle.

“Fwoosh—fwoosh—” The flames atop the stone altar seemed to sense Qingyue’s presence and grew increasingly excited, spurting higher and higher, making the chamber hotter by the moment.

From the other side, a voice as cold as the underworld called out. Qin Xuan’s face changed instantly; with a flick of his sleeve, he scattered the flying arrows.

Walking down the corridor, the figures in the murals grew more and more complex, each stroke capturing the joys and sorrows of his solitude.

A blue racket slipped from Sang Yu’s hand, accidentally crushing a few brittle leaves left from winter. Her sapphire eyes, curled into perfect circles, still hadn’t regained their former look.

“Do you need to ditch that handsome guy?” Tang Long asked deliberately, watching for Qin Dandan’s reaction.

Hearing Huo Leide’s words, the villagers around them gradually calmed, yet as the flaming dragon drew nearer, fear returned to their faces and many could not help but cry out in alarm.

“He’s Old Zhang the Drunk, he’s Old Cheng the Drunk, he’s Old Wang the Drunk, and I’m Old Li the Drunk. We’re the most famous drunks around here,” Old Li introduced each of them to Jia Yuanyuan.

Nan Changqing easily understood the look in Qingyue’s eyes. With a wave of his sleeve, every fireball within the barrier vanished, and then the barrier itself dissolved.

Ling Fei, steadying herself, took a deep breath, gripped her talisman tightly, and followed the Yin Warrior with trembling steps.

They returned to their seats in the Glazed Realm, where thunderous applause greeted their victorious return.

Seeing how anxious she was—nearly biting herself—Gong Yuyue could not help but laugh and sigh. Clearly she had no intention of confessing the truth.

Suddenly, Rong Li heard someone calling her. Rubbing her eyes drowsily, she slowly opened them.

“What if she only saw my post and messaged me because I saved her?” Shi Qian pressed further.

Qin Yan, her nominal husband, had not only helped her reclaim her dignity and clear her name, but had also left her sister-in-law and brother’s family in utter disgrace.

Luo Qi retreated step by step, while Xi Jiu pressed closer and closer. When Luo Qi tried to push him away, Xi Jiu only tightened his hold around Luo Qi’s neck, kissing him with even greater, almost frenzied, passion.

Caressing her raised softness, his hand slid to her slender willow waist, lingering tenderly along its gentle curve.

“You just told He Chen you’d arranged a meeting with the director for me—wasn’t that something you made up on the spot?” Yu Fei guessed.

Su Yehui and Nalan Qi each used spiritual force to mark their own areas, establishing the boundaries of their rooms. This way, they could avoid running into trouble halfway through construction and ending up with their spaces overlapping.

She couldn’t accept a loveless marriage—let alone one born of a single night’s folly.

In truth, how could someone lacking presence ever become Yin Sicheng’s assistant—especially his most trusted one?

The platform stretched no more than ten miles in any direction, everything in plain view, already dotted with sixty or seventy figures scattered throughout.

“Brother! I have an eighty-year-old mother at home, a baby son who needs me—please, I beg you, let me out!” Chen Nuo screamed in utter desperation.

Jiang Lijun’s heart ached at the sight. Life was so cruel—no matter how powerful you once were, the day would come when you grew old.

Lan Qianyue smiled faintly and ignored the brute. Whatever he did, wherever he went, was now entirely up to him.

The Sandfire Venomworm King’s crystalline black sand body was so light and swift that it was nearly indistinguishable from its true form. But when it tried to fly, it found itself mired as if in a swamp, its speed reduced tenfold. In an instant, it was seized by a giant hand of spiritual energy conjured by Ye Ning and found itself trapped.