26 I Knew It Was a Spider

At this moment, the battle within the arena was unprecedentedly intense. The sound of violent explosions echoed everywhere, and even the arena, constructed from specialized materials, had become riddled with holes.

By now, Li Yanyan’s consciousness had grown hazy. Her entire body felt agonizingly itchy, as if she were being crawled over by a swarm of ants.

Before even two breaths had passed—let alone ten—all two hundred or so talented individuals had gathered.

Zhang Feng’s eyes were cold. Though he was not a native of this Great World, he was still human, and naturally, he could not remain indifferent.

The Great Luo Sect was a prestigious and righteous faction among the Seven Great Sects. Its strength was top-tier, its reputation the most resounding, and it boasted a constant stream of talented disciples and formidable experts. Every year on July 1st, the Great Luo Sect held its recruitment day.

He stared at the pile of shredded paper on the ground, his emotions complex. The wild rumors circulating outside had reached his ears; he could never have imagined that his father would write such lewd and obscene verses, and directed at the Khatun, no less.

However, Zhang Feng did not rush. Instead, acting on a sudden whim, he decided to test a theory: he used the bead as a head and attempted to perform a soul-searching technique.

At the time, I had already prepared for the worst. If I had truly allowed the Violet Thunder to detonate first, I would have jumped immediately. Even if it meant starting all over again, it would still be better than losing my life just like that.

Therefore, the data Zheng Yichen produced was not entirely reliable. At best, it served as a reference, providing their side with at least some information regarding "transmigration." Even if it was just simulated experimental data, it was still better than knowing nothing at all.

Yet, nothing is absolute. As the Night Owl approached, the distance between us fell within the range of its spreading psychic fluctuations. If the Night Owl were to have a sudden whim and unleash another wave of psychic energy, we would be exposed immediately.

Furthermore, the Ming family had not harmed a single person since the trouble began. Not only had they refrained from violence, but their employees had even been slapped by the troublemakers until their faces were swollen, yet they never once fought back.

Just as he hesitated over whether to put his arm around Yu Qiluo’s shoulders, she suddenly pursed her lips and began rubbing against Zhou Shaobai’s arm, wiping all the grease from the ham she had been gnawing on onto his sleeve.

The elegant maid in green collected their answer sheets, gave a slight bow, and turned to walk up the stairs. She entered the room and closed the door behind her.

Although there was surveillance in the sky, the vast wealth gap in Lisbon meant that public security was only average—while robberies were not frequent, petty theft was quite common.

Su Yi’s blatant scheming against Zhou Lingyun was nothing more than an attempt to make her suffer a hidden loss, tarnish the Gu family’s reputation, and force the Zhou family to pay a price.

"How is it? Have you finished trying on the clothes? Do they fit?" He Chenyi’s voice was gentle; it had been a long time since Tang Youran had felt such long-lost warmth.

To put it bluntly, the benefits I gained in the Rebirth Pool today could be achieved after a year of training outside. There was simply no need to endure such agony just to increase my strength.

Helm, the God of Guardians, is a Lawful Neutral deity—cold, vigilant, and so protective that he does not even remove his armor to bathe or use the latrine. Helm’s followers are merciless toward their enemies but incredibly friendly toward their teammates, often possessing a spirit of self-sacrifice.

Dungeons are places where players grind for experience and equipment while practicing coordination. The AI of the monsters in these dungeons is not particularly advanced; their movement patterns follow certain rules, and their spawn locations and times are fixed. Therefore, as long as one dodges to the correct spot at the correct time, one can certainly avoid the boss’s attacks.

Upon seeing the Jade Emperor, Yuanshi Tianzun let out a cold snort, appearing dismissive, to which the Jade Emperor responded with a sneer.

As one of the top ten beings in the Immortal Court, possessing a high-grade defensive immortal artifact was hardly inconceivable—it was far more acceptable than Xu Fei possessing a divine sword.

These living beings, just like him, were walking through the chaos toward the only place where a light shone.

No wonder Luo Qin had given him repeated warnings after discovering his identity: he must never let his true self be exposed. Perhaps attracting the attention of the Heavenly Emperor was only one concern; the main issue was that the Evil Sect bore the label of traitors, and his identity as the Evil Emperor would surely invite endless pursuit.

Ever since he had taken in Abu, Master Fan had been in a foul mood. Now that Abu had made a mistake, Master Fan finally had a way to vent his frustrations.

"Are there medicinal herbs here?" After scanning the area, he found the cave completely empty. There was no sign of concealment, nor were there any traces of herbs.

In fact, Wang Yong had watched Qingcheng’s growth over the years. Following Wang Ru’s passing, it was as if Qingcheng had grown up overnight.

"No, I just came to give you the card. I’ve already left it at the front desk. I saw the assistant who follows you around; she will get it to you. Everything is fine," said Zhao Donglai.

Then, a man wearing a silicone prosthetic mask walked in. Upon seeing that he looked exactly like Arthur, everyone was astonished and filled with wonder.