Chapter 74: (Must-Read) Ye Fanzhi, the Ideal of the Mortal World

Dunhuang, East Post Dunhuang Hotel.

Ye Fanzhi had arrived last night. The forecast had warned of bad weather, perhaps even a sandstorm, but now it was already two in the afternoon and nothing had happened. Ye Fanzhi was not one for patience; she could wait no longer, not even if knives were falling from the sky.

She walked out and hailed a taxi waiting by the hotel, one of those headed for the scenic area.

“Miss, where to?” the driver asked.

“This place,” Ye Fanzhi replied, handing over her phone. The driver glanced at it.

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“We’re in carriage six, right?” Guangyan asked, worry clouding his face at the mention of a fire in the announcement.

Strands of vengeful spirits and wisps of black mist tangled around the banner, a suffocating malice constantly emanating from above.

Yet today, since the village chief had sent Chengzi to extend an invitation, Doctor Zhang could not refuse. He brought his old medical kit and his apprentice to the Yang family’s house. As soon as they stepped into Yang Tianyi’s courtyard, the gathered villagers who had come to help paused their work and greeted him warmly.

Around him hovered a ring of stones—nine in all—suspended in the air by the power of his soul.

“Today, no matter what you produce, don’t think you’ll leave here alive.” Knowing he had no way out, Fu Weiping responded to the threat of the Scarlet Ghost Mother with nothing but a cold sneer at the corners of his mouth, though his eyes betrayed a rare gravity.

The void was dark and empty, devoid of sun, moon, or stars—yet it was strangely bright. Was this place not the Heroic Nexus that Kazama had not seen for so long?

Before a player undergoes their second class change, they may choose to inherit one known active skill from their first class; there is no limit on passive skills.

Su Feng was not slacking off; he was inscribing an array. Otherwise, on the day this miraculous medicine was completed, the fire veins upon which the entire Alchemist Guild depended might be destroyed in an instant.

Shen Huixian wielded an entire world as his body, performing the Sword Escape he was so familiar with. In that moment, the three thousand great Daos of the world fell into chaos.

Su Feng found a peach tree and lay down comfortably on the grass beneath it, savoring the idyllic peace of the scene.

Even if such a figure existed, the Insect Tribe would hardly risk sending them to assassinate Cheng Buyun—an immortal king of such caliber, infiltrating human ranks, was simply too valuable to waste.

Ye Haoxuan recalled that on Earth, in the Mortal Realm, the year should be 2027. But as for this Primordial Immortal Realm, the calendar must be different.

Luo Feng caught the space ring that flew toward him and nodded, knowing it must contain two more sets of armor beads, meant for his avatars.

When the coronation ceremony ended and peace returned, William wasted no time in summoning his closest ministers to strategize over Ireland and Wales.

“What about me? Didn’t you just do the same? Why didn’t you say anything then, but now you come to accuse me?” Facing Wang Tieta’s reproach, the tragic figure did not back down an inch.

After the first swamp sludge monster was killed, its surviving companion’s days were numbered. “Wheel Ghost!” At the death of the second monster, Xingchen gave the order. On receiving it, Xiluo charged at the swamp mudman attacking them from nearby.

William had to stabilize the Normans and Normandy as his power base before discussing anything else. He did not believe that, in this eleventh-century medieval world, the current nobles and commoners truly had such a strong sense of national independence.

Even when things were right before his eyes, he could not register them; the news from the Dinghai Navy had left him utterly shocked.

The knights who guarded Jerry and his companions had suffered terribly in their battle with Crete and the others. Their eyes were already red with rage, and seeing Jerry fall to the ground, they cast aside all caution and charged forward, swords at the ready.