Volume 1, Chapter 49: Acquiring the Gold Set, Reaching the Twenty-Sixth Floor!

At this moment, whether among the spectators in the Trial Tower Plaza or the citizens of Jiang City watching through live broadcasts, every face was lit with a surge of exhilaration! The historic record of the Trial Tower had finally been broken! Trial Towers in every city were not only symbols of civic identity but also marks of strength. The higher the record of breakthroughs in the Trial Tower, the more extraordinary the city's geniuses were deemed, heralding the city’s future power. They could even become the city’s guardians!

For a long time, Jiang City’s Trial Tower record had stagnated at the twenty-first floor, unchanged for decades, ranking near the bottom among neighboring cities. Since Han Boyan took office, although Chen Xiyuan wasn’t her ideal choice in her heart, his conditions were still decent, especially considering he had rejected Ye Chu during matchmaking. This battle was a trial for Shi Fan, sharpening his courage, skills, and ruthlessness to a whole new level.

Yi Feishi, however, did not rush out to seize the Supreme Sea Seal or prevent the Sea Tribe from harvesting souls. Unless absolutely necessary, he rarely acted beyond his abilities. Now only a Golden Core cultivator, going solo to snatch the Supreme Sea Seal was a deathly risk. After hearing everything, Chen Hao frowned deeply. Asking for all the spirit stones on me? For Chen Hao, who was in dire need of money, this was nothing short of fatal.

To gain the chance to study abroad, she abandoned her first love and turned to another’s embrace. Even when that boy slit his wrist for her, he never once visited him in the hospital—what future did a coward who only knew how to use suicide as a plea have?

In Jinghua City, Xuan Yue ordered her troops to rest for a day, then set off the next day toward another conquered city.

Unexpectedly, the stubborn Zhang Tai, upon hearing the names of me and Li Banxian, without a word, handed over the Bone Jade Buddha with trembling hands, his face turning pale.

“What exactly are you trying to say?” the chief elder of the Pei family sneered, frowning at Chen Fei. He did not understand the meaning behind his words.

At this moment, Lu Huai was terrifying, exuding a chilling aura that seemed to freeze the very air. Everyone lowered their heads even further, afraid to provoke him.

Stepping out the door, Yilan had already placed red tea on the table. Kuang San absentmindedly lifted the cup and took a gentle sip.

The words conjured a vivid image for Takahashi Azuma, who seemed to see a lone leaf adrift in the city, lost and helpless but forced to accept everything.

The coffin lid slowly opened, revealing a hand clad in black gloves gently pushing it aside. A suit of deep red armor, a handsome face, and jet-black long hair gradually emerged from the darkness.

No wife, no fiefdom, no children. No crown, no pursuit of glory. The sleeper petrified under sunlight, the ice flame standing firm against the cold. The night watcher beneath the moonlight—the 1024 Night Guard.

Tears streaming, Shixiang smiled! Purple light in her hand transformed into a sword—a sword that shattered magic.

“If possible, I’ll do my best.” The Lord Wang set off once more, but outside it was unusually calm.

Therefore, when Ichigo faced Lin Lang’s assault, he mostly adopted a defensive stance. Lin Lang’s attacks were always dodged or blocked by Ichigo’s timely counters.

Ichigo’s calm tone momentarily caused Kalifa to furrow her brows. Though she did not reply, her demeanor strongly confirmed that Ichigo’s words were true.

Drunken silence floated midair as the Magnetic Escape Spiral Sphere dissipated from his hand. In his deep blue, profound Divine Rebirth eyes, waves of light shimmered—no one could guess his thoughts.

The self-important French chef finally lifted his gaze, looking at Mu Qiu in the arena.

This was a phrase both had long heard from Zhu Ciren—no matter what the teacher said at the Maoqin Hall, this ready-made response never failed.

The main materials should have been purchased by the construction team together. Ning Qi intervened out of selfishness, hoping to save some money.

Soon, a squad approached from afar—it was the Datong army led by Li Hongji.

Li Luyi quickly chambered bullets, replenishing ammo, handing a Mauser pistol to Wogua. Wogua, who had been using an M14 rifle, had run out of bullets; there was no more to be found. Now, aside from the two Mauser pistols and several hundred rounds of ammunition, they only had their light and heavy machine guns left.

They believed they upheld the truth of the world, but what truly was truth? Humans had their views; demons had theirs.

He was an elderly man, seemingly in his sixties or seventies, yet agile and sharp-eyed, full of vitality.

His two fingers roamed over the faded, yellowed map, first pointing at Pidao Island, directing Zhang Pan to designate an East River army landing route, then moving to where Juehua Island lay.

In contrast, he and his accompanying officials were dusty and breathless, hardly looking like imperial envoys—they resembled wandering merchants passing through.

General Wang interjected, “The Sea Division’s General Chen remains calm, lips curling in a slight smile, seemingly preoccupied. The only one he pays attention to is General Wu, treating him with gentle tolerance.”

In the 2007 entertainment industry, actor talent was crucial, followed by agencies and production teams. Other factors also influenced success, but which one would create a star? No one could guarantee.

Then the five left the White Bone Valley, bypassed the Ghost Valley, and logged off near the Phantom Desolate Tower. It was full of ghost monsters; apart from quests, players preferred to hunt monsters and level up elsewhere. It was arguably the quietest, most deserted place near Ghost Valley.

Originally, the five great empires maintained a balance of power on some level. But just now, Ji Xixin, with her once-in-a-millennium genius, shattered that equilibrium.

Before they exchanged many words, Ji Feichen’s phone rang. Seeing it was Lei Zi, he put the call on speaker.

Ye Feng stood beneath the three buildings. The dormitory was surrounded by lush greenery, a hundred meters from the second building. Outside the window lay Moon Mirror Lake, its shimmering surface with a lone green tree rooted beneath the water, growing mysteriously.

Ye Feng did not deny he had wanted to savor many delicious foods. Though burdened by heavy debt, he wasn’t short of a little money now—and indeed, he truly wished to eat.