27 Crisis

"I think you're overthinking it; three months at most!" Jiang Haotian took back the blueprint. He had originally intended to say three days, but upon reflection, he realized that if he didn't have his fantasy-shaping ability, he would actually need that much time. He settled on three months to balance his own peace of mind.

She felt a vague sense of regret now, mingled with a touch of grievance. All the pain of these many years poured out with her sobs, falling into the shadows of the distant, fading past.

Zhaoxi had no elders present here; they had decided to marry on their own initiative. Her master and grandmaster were both away, and Shen Fei had no family at all, so they invited the village elders to represent their parents.

"Father-in-law." Liu Datong personally went to the estate gate to welcome Master Wang inside. When Madame Wang learned her father had arrived, she tidied herself up and came to the main hall, though her eyes were already too swollen to be seen.

Fu Xinghan followed behind Ling Yunpeng, hurriedly pulling the Countess into Room 2006 before locking the door behind them.

Li Jian patted his pockets, failing to find his cigarettes. He paused, unable to help but chuckle at himself.

In this world, who holds the wealth? It is none other than the nobles, merchants, adventurers, and the Church. Among them, the merchants’ money is the hardest to earn, as they must extract their own profits from the common folk and the adventurers.

Legend has it that in the primeval era, there were no Three Realms, only the Primordial World, which consisted of only two realms: Heaven and Earth. Back then, wandering souls roamed the mortal realm, and ghosts, spirits, demons, and humans lived intermingled. Consequently, the souls of those who died on the battlefield had nowhere to return to and often wreaked havoc across the Primordial World.

Zhang Chi offered a perfunctory reply, sticking to the plot. If he recalled correctly, the Canhe Manor was currently occupied by some minor characters seeking revenge on Murong Fu. Naturally, he would have to drive them out, while also dealing with the henchmen who had arrived upon hearing the news: Feng Bo'e, Gongye Qian, and Bao Butong.

The Empress Dowager carefully recalled her younger self; every time she was at the Eastern Palace, she was full of laughter and chatter, as if her days were vibrant and full of life.

These matters were essentially no different from what Feng Yi had told me. Feng Yi had once said that the Underworld belonged to another realm entirely. Regardless of what happened to Earth—even if time changed across all parallel worlds—the Underworld would remain unaffected. I suspect the Otherworld is the same.

As it turned out, the father and son had been running this hundred-kilometer logistics route for the Wang family for many years. Over time, they discovered that the goods they were transporting were immensely valuable—far more so than hard currency like gold ingots, and many times more precious than high-purity drugs.

"Watch closely, this is how you fight!" Using his affinity for all things, he channeled energy into the magic wand, and it erupted with a dazzling white light.

A massive amount of water vapor instantly diffused in all directions, shrouding the cave until nothing could be seen. The high-energy, scorching nuclear power reached temperatures of thousands, even tens of thousands of degrees. Under such an energy attack, almost nothing could remain unscathed.

Turning back, I saw the Slime monster hopping toward the Headless Knight. At first glance, the Slime was truly massive; if the Headless Knight was a tall man of 1.75 meters, the Slime was its equal in height, only several times larger in volume.

"Instructor, Instructor, where are you?" Shi Min’s anxious voice came through the communicator.

"How could you do that? What if you hit something!? You must never do that again! Do you hear me?" Ming Jing walked up to them, both worried and angry. The two nodded obediently.

Shi Xiaofeng was overjoyed and grabbed Fei'er's hands. Fei'er instinctively pulled back, but then let him hold them, her face filled with shyness.

"What exactly happened? Could all of this be related to Yangyang? Who is he, really?" Xue Junyi sat alone on the bed, deep in thought.

For these past few months, the robot had accompanied her, and she had truly treated it as her husband.

It was unreal, and that was that. Even if it pulled at me, even if it could threaten me at any moment, it remained unreal.

Luo Dingxing slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw being a cold tombstone. He was startled and tried to stand, only to find his body devoid of strength. He looked around in panic, realizing he was sitting in a wheelchair, his hands tied tightly behind his back.

"You are a killer. If you were truly assassinating me, you might pose a threat, but unfortunately, you are a coward who fears death. That is why you intend to face me head-on, hoping to avoid unnecessary risk, which is why you keep targeting Yun Xinyan to threaten me, thinking you can kill me easily." Ye Tian narrowed his eyes.

A fierce glint flashed in Ye Chen's eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he charged straight ahead.

Ye Tian sighed helplessly and stood up. He had been a bit too harsh in teaching that rich kid a lesson earlier, and now he felt an urgent need to relieve himself.

When a mage uses the Levitation spell on themselves, it is easy to fly; this is related to the mage's strong mental power and their ability to commune with wind elements.

After calling out several times, the door creaked open, and a stout man walked out. He wore thin clothing, and his shoulder-length hair was tangled and messy, clearly unwashed for a long time. The man surveyed the group in the courtyard with a somewhat dull expression.

Wu Yang was that powerful figure; whether people liked or loathed him, it would not change his status as a master.

Dai Huadong said nothing. After finishing the sweeping of the corridor, he tossed the broom aside and ducked into the laboratory with Xu Yiyi.

A wave of intense pain suddenly surged from Uchiha Itachi's left hand, striking his brain without warning.

"No, I have to go back to Salt Wasteland Village. If Grandfather doesn't see Tiger, he'll be worried." As Tiger spoke of his grandfather, his eyes filled with tears.

"Fate is just like that, isn't it? It’s as if everything were arranged by the heavens." Chen Zilong began to speak with intentional ambiguity, wanting to see Gu Luozhen's reaction.

Qin Sinian was suspicious, guessing that Sister You must have hit her head; had she completely abandoned her boss-lady dignity?

Wang Huai’s expression shifted constantly. Even as a high-level cultivator at the late Nascent Soul stage, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief, while gradually, certain thoughts began to take root in his mind.

After receiving the reply, Chen Zilong was even more excited. He felt proud of his choice and his own talent. That afternoon, he specifically put on the long gown his sister, Chen Yun, had made for him and, according to the appointment, went to the "Carefree Teahouse" to hand the manuscript to Gu Jianyin in person.