Human beings are not the masters of nature.

Liu Yi counted the crystal cores once more and put them away, then went into the medical vehicle to gnaw on compressed biscuits and canned luncheon meat. In truth, under the polar night, the weather grew ever colder, and she longed for something warm—perhaps stir-fried dishes, roasted meats, wontons, buns, even instant noodles would tempt her. Yet amidst the ruins, all around were mutated plants, and she dared not light a fire at will. If she accidentally angered these blossoms and grasses, even with her spatial abilities to fall back on, escaping would cost her dearly.

If only she could find mushrooms every day, her household would have extra savings; then, even if the mushrooms stopped growing, she could go to town to look for any work she could do.

Gazing at the drop of bright red blood, Ji Mingchen’s eyes flickered subtly. His slender, well-defined fingers reached out from beneath a transparent umbrella beaded with raindrops, plucking the rose flower.

A mid-grade magical artifact starts at three hundred spirit stones; five pieces would be fifteen hundred. If they were a matching set, the price would soar even higher.

This farce lasted until noon. Yang Zhiming’s corpse was hauled away, and a man who looked like a captain came in to speak with Elder Zhou.

He then, with renewed interest, turned his gaze to the eldest son of the Liu family, Liu Pin’s brother, who was kneading dough and pulling noodles.

“What’s this? What nonsense are you all up to?” Shangguan Ming, seeing the bones carried out, nearly lost his soul in fright.

Zhou Yi had originally been worried that Jiang Ying might be implicated in White City, so he’d found an excuse to send her away.

One after another, cultivators practicing Qi entered. Wang Zhong inquired about the properties and uses of some artifact-making materials, but they only half understood.

The young woman, judging by her dress and appearance, did not seem to be from an ordinary family. Unfortunately, it seemed her business would not come to fruition.

After breakfast that day, Wen Yao decided to go out for a walk. She had barely exited the elevator on the second floor when she bumped right into Ji Mingchen.

Meng Fei was deeply moved. The magnesium lights flashed, dazzling their eyes. Meng Fei instinctively raised his arm to shield his eyes.

There were still four or five days before heading south, and he did not want to make it seem as if he was setting out too early, lest his movements be exposed.

Ghostbane did not wear a look of gloom or reluctance; instead, he seemed to be making a momentous decision. At last, he gritted his teeth, took out a jade seal from his chest, and placed it on the table.

Feng Tianyu was not afraid of Zhao Xiaodie, nor did he run ahead of Xie Yulan anymore. Instead, he stopped to argue with Zhao Xiaodie, and their voices were loud enough to be heard from far away.

Behind the county office, by several clumps of cultivated bamboo, Long Jie held Jia Qianqian tightly, wishing he could fold her into his very flesh and blood. Worry, anxiety, and longing could finally be released now—Qianqian was safe and sound in his arms, and at last his heart could settle.

Chu Tianzhao sneered with disdain, hooked his foot to kick the military saber at his side, and caught it steadily in his hand.

Wind Qian finished speaking and immediately departed the world of Tianhong, returning to the divine source world’s prison cave where Elder Qi was confined. He arrived again, directly casting a soul-calming spell to kill the two reincarnation experts guarding the prison, then walked toward the soul-capturing tree, which was only five yards tall and ashen-gray.

At this moment, Alonso was already beside himself with rage. He was frustrated by his tenacious Chinese opponent, and angry at himself for repeatedly missing critical opportunities, handing over his advantage. He had intended to make this match a gift for his compatriots, but it had instead become a stage for his disgrace, marked by repeated overtaking.

“Any plans for the May Day holiday?” Yuan Man suddenly blurted out, catching Su Qi off guard.

As he spoke, Dongfang Yuxuan’s gaze shifted to the coffin, where a man lay quietly inside.

He must not let the people below feel he was depriving them of power, even though he was the boss and could make decisions with a single word.

It turned out Xie Yao had simply left his shadow behind; from a distance, it appeared as if he hadn’t moved at all.