Volume 1, Chapter 30: Undercurrents at the Grand Banquet

Back when she was still at the Lou residence, she never cared much for socializing with these young ladies, maintaining only the most superficial of acquaintances.

Xu Qing’s gaze darted between the two of them, filled with confusion, until she finally asked Lou Hongling, "Do you two know each other?"

This indicated that not long ago, on this very planet, the starship had been destroyed before it even had the chance to retreat.

It was not without its flaws. The first was that the subject was too young; for this reason alone, its value was greatly diminished. Those who practiced demonic modification purchased cauldrons for immediate utility. For Li Mo, it was akin to acquiring a seed—one that required arduous cultivation before it could bear fruit. Beyond the immense expenditure of energy, it was fraught with risk, causing its value to plummet.

But they were unaware that this reduction in quotas was, for Lin Yang, actually good news. Only in this way could he stretch his wings without exposing his true identity.

Despair looked down into the case at the several "Abyssal Radiation Capsules" marked with the "Flame Demon" insignia, and his heart immediately settled.

Yet, just as a bitter smile touched the corners of Lin Yang’s mouth, a voice suddenly emerged within his consciousness—a sound like the babbling of an infant—which caused his expression to shift into one of shock as he stared at the black bewitching object, Qi, on his arm.

Technology had reached such a level that it was as if they were treating the laws of the universe like mere yarn, to be played with and kneaded at will.

Many of these workers had relied on the sea for their livelihood for generations, and they held genuine admiration for such a hero who could dive down and catch fish.

Among these, the most valuable were the two categories of "Heavenly Realm Cauldrons" and "Demon Realm Cauldrons." Within the latter, the most precious were those that had yet to lose their primordial yin, possessed spiritual roots, and were brimming with spiritual essence.

At the rescue command center in Elm Tree Village, the police chief, the forest armed police detachment commander, and the fire chief all breathed a sigh of relief as they saw the helicopter streak across the distant sky.

Violent explosions erupted deep within the "Radiation Well." The once-seething surface of the lake instantly burst into massive waves of radiation, revealing a spectacle where heaven and earth seemed to invert and the celestial river appeared to hang upside down.

"Wait a moment, I'll get it for you right away," Chen Haoran hurried into the bathroom to fetch the hair dryer.

At this thought, Fang Han’s heart grew inexplicably hot, filled with an urge to try his hand at it.

Forget it. The priority now is to explain things to him. After all, given my experiences during this period, the failure to complete the mission is somewhat excusable; he should be able to understand.

Fortunately, having become a civil servant last year, he was no longer a workplace novice and could at least maintain a steady composure on the surface.

Old Mother Wu let out a sigh of relief. It was better if there was nothing; otherwise, if Yao Shao’s belly were to grow, she truly could not bear the pointing fingers of others.

One was dressed as a refined young nobleman in wide robes and broad sleeves, wearing a hairpiece that had been deliberately dyed green.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar erupted right beside Heimu. Two Japanese soldiers were reduced to a bloody pulp. Stunned and knocked to the ground by the blast, Heimu’s mind went blank, filled with a terror that made him feel as if death were creeping ever closer.

"Do you think you’ve won? Just wait, I’ll make you lose face... Ouch! My stomach! Ugh... ugh..." Ye Yushuang clutched her stomach, retching as she scrambled toward the latrine.

"Commander, what do you think would happen if we put on the Japanese uniforms?" the military surgeon asked.

Hearing a "thud," the crowd turned their heads in unison. The people, who had previously been filled with boredom and disdain, suddenly had their eyes bulge in disbelief. What was happening? It looked like... the monkey had actually knocked him down with a single punch?

The Crown of Knowledge, situated at the very top of the Tree of Omniscience, served as the headquarters for the Ohara Scholars. The entire group was currently in the assembly hall, discussing their plans for the coming days.