Chapter 41: Why Do You Have a Whole Pile of Divine Artifacts?!

The third match of the grand Temple Competition was scheduled for the following day, and it was a contest of domains.

Each of the six great temples would send forth three contestants to engage in a team domain confrontation.

Eighteen powerful individuals possessing domains would enter the fray simultaneously. Whichever side's domain could no longer hold out would withdraw from the trial, continuing until only the trio from a single temple remained standing.

This stage offered an exceptionally high point reward; the first-place finish yielded a massive five hundred points, with each descending rank reducing the bounty by one hundred, leaving the last place with nothing.

Gu Ming was just fretting over how to shake off Mrs. Zhang when someone proactively stepped forward to bail her out. Naturally, she saw no reason to refuse and instantly cast aside the polite and aloof attitude she had worn upon arrival, turning remarkably enthusiastic as she began appraising the jade bracelets for everyone.

"The melody is simple, catchy, and possesses unrivaled talent. This world truly can't stop him anymore," Old Wu said to Old Ge with a solemn expression.

After stepping out of the room, Mo Yinchen happened to run into Su Qing, who had come looking for him. Su Qing looked on in astonishment as Mo Yinchen emerged from Mo Jiayin's room, utterly puzzled as to why he would be coming out from there.

Although Wei Chuyang's expression remained courteous and modest as ever, both Ye Xinghun and Fang Yutong sensed the flash of gloomy intent lurking deep within his eyes.

Young Master Cai felt today was the most unlucky day of his life, having been bullied to such a miserable extent by this guy whose full name he still didn't even know. Although he was the one who had provoked the matter from the start, he had been the victim all along, hadn't he?

The hotels they stayed at were uniformly arranged by the organizers. When Gu Ming and her companions arrived, it was not yet too late, and they still made it in time for dinner.

In fact, Gu Ming's intuition was spot on. Huo Xinxin's ability was truly beyond doubt; while she knew fewer details than Gu Ming did, having so many clues laid out before her allowed her to trace various faint trails and slowly piece together some genuinely useful information.

Whenever Shuning thought of the final key point Tongying had mentioned, her heart would blossom with joy. This meant she only needed to continue playing the mediocrity card and hope to be eliminated during the selection process, sparing her the exhausting hassle of constantly trying to strike that delicate balance of performing well enough to be noticed, but not too well to stand out.

The longer people lived, the less they believed in coincidences. Wei Zijie was certainly no exception.

"Although the underground forces of Linan have all been absorbed by my people, the Black Dragon Society undoubtedly still has spies everywhere. If we were to mobilize troops and armaments for a massive offensive, they would only be doubly on guard."

Yet, she vaguely sensed that perhaps Lin Feng's deep-seated hatred for her might involve things she knew nothing about, tangled up within it.

The other bodyguard's expression shifted slightly. By this time, he knew full well that he had provoked a formidable adversary. Though a chill ran through him, his duty bound him, leaving no room for retreat.

Enmities and vendettas were expressed with even greater vividness within this game. Although Ami had never played it before, she still had a basic understanding of it.

Her countenance seemed to hold myriad unspoken words, her breath exuding a faint, orchid-like fragrance; her breathtaking and youthful beauty was so shy and gentle that it utterly captivated me, making me lose all sense of where I was.

Deep within the Divine Prison, a formidable power seemed to be summoning him, constantly reminding Xu Huai to capture more people and bring them into the Divine Prison.

"You don't say a word, and I won't either—who's going to know? Besides, Yarou is a refined young lady of a good family; she won't be so stubborn about a matter like this," Lin Feng said with a devil-may-care attitude.

I tossed the camera aside, rushed over, and delivered a swift kick straight into the stomach of Jiang the Pighead, sending him tumbling off the bed and onto the floor. Jiang the Pighead clearly hadn't expected me to show up; upon seeing my face, he cried out in shock, "Why is it you?"

Within the span of a few short minutes, he read the slip of paper a dozen times in succession, yet not a single word on it had changed.

He recalled asking Long Hao yesterday for his view on the raid against the pasture, only for Long Hao to give him a baffled look and state that he would not be attending tomorrow's funeral.

Countless flames drifted outward from his body until, eventually, even his physical form vanished entirely, leaving only a set of tattered garments behind. Puffs of dark smoke periodically seeped from the fabric, and the pungent, choking stench caused everyone nearby to cough violently.