Volume One, Chapter 65: Fu Xueting, Please Come With Us for Investigation

Fu Xueting was the first to cry out in alarm and rushed into the living room.

“Ah! Mom, Dad, Big Brother, our home! We've been robbed!”

But what lay before them could no longer be described as simple theft.

It was utter ruin—there was not a single spot on the floor or walls left undamaged.

It was like a wasteland, a pile of wreckage.

They had only left home for five or six hours, yet in the blink of an eye, all had become like this.

“I’ll say it once more, and for the last time—let me go!” Adeline’s voice was edged with anger, clearly provoked.

“There’s no plan for now, but rest assured, Your Highness—so long as we work together, opportunities will present themselves.” Qi Yuzhen’s confident smile suggested that victory was already within her grasp.

Can Can wore a look of utter misery, clutching the Blue Enchantress as she walked toward the door—only to bump into Alisa, who had earlier spilled food all over her.

Nangong Ling spent the night at Shanya’s side, afraid she might wake at any moment, not daring to sleep himself. Only when exhaustion truly overcame him did he collapse by the bedside and doze off.

“Manifestation of Heaven and Earth—Seal!” Chi Yi tried to leap back to the Purple Sky Sword Sect, but Meng Xingchen unleashed his magic; a formless aura twined around Chi Yi, making his movements excruciatingly slow.

Bu Hui retreated swiftly to avoid the threat of the self-propelled artillery, glancing at the tank information in the lower left corner—he nearly wept. The driver was dead, and the sighting scope was broken.

Looking at the message he had just composed, Qiao Muchen felt no sense of foreboding. Instead, he waited calmly for a reply.

“I’m just afraid my mom will lay a hand on my dad,” Guoguo said worriedly, gazing upstairs. After all, when he’d just come out, Can Can’s emotions had seemed far more intense than Dad’s.

The severity in Huangfu Lei’s eyes gradually softened. He did not evade, allowing Yu Zinuo to act spoiled as she pleased, a rare, relaxed smile appearing on his face.

“Hey, wipe that look off your face. You’d think I owed you a few million.” Finally reaching the secluded Restful Pavilion, Yu Zinuo could breathe at last, but Li Mo’s grim expression quickly put an end to her good mood.

“Big Brother, do we all need to enter the Forest of Cloud and Sky together? If…” a man in yellow robes asked hesitantly.

Xu Qingfeng had noticed too. While more fossils were better for their research, their time was limited. If they spent it all digging here, they’d never reach one hundred percent completion on their mission.

The young man in hunting attire crossed his arms tightly over his stomach, his legs occasionally trembling with spasms.

The once laughter-filled Golden Merry was now shrouded in loneliness, leaving Wu Liang momentarily absent-minded.

Gradually, people began to lose hope. They withdrew one after another, leaving behind the corpses of more than twenty thousand cultivators, abandoned here forever.

Upon seeing the pills, Lu Chen could not help but marvel. As an alchemist, he understood them far better than most. With his current skills, he could never concoct pills of such caliber. He surmised that these were likely Grade Six, perhaps even Grade Seven pills.

It was said that, in legend, a late-stage Tongtian Realm expert using ethereal stones to teleport could at the very least move at half the speed of a Life-and-Death Realm master.

The group had entered a temporary truce to face the Sound Ninja Village together, yet the battle showed no sign of improvement—their opponents, after all, were disciples of Orochimaru.

Huo Ting squeezed his eyes shut, and when he opened them again, the feverish madness had vanished, replaced by calm composure. Rising, he gently lifted Zhuang Qingqing from the bed, loosening some of her restraints and suppressing his own emotions.

No matter how the admiral looked at it, this scene was worth capturing for posterity—if only he’d brought a mobile device with him.