Chapter 143: Mushrooms (Part 1)

Five years into the apocalypse, with humanity no longer engaging in rampant fishing, the ocean’s ecosystem had greatly recovered. Over these years, the population of large fish had multiplied many times over.

This time, at the Zhaohua Hall, the Queen Mother held a banquet and unexpectedly invited the Tea Immortal, the Matchmaker, and the Goddess of Silkworms.

“I prepared several bottles with varying dosages to see which effect is best. Once categorized properly, they can be sold at different prices,” Lin Jie explained.

Helpless, Lin Jie spotted a brightly lit, lively tavern ahead. Taking a deep breath, he slowly walked forward.

Handsome Hua stomped his foot impatiently but had no choice but to follow Liang Chen’s steps, retracing their path. Yet, after the same amount of time, they stopped at the end of the same blocked passage.

Cen Fanxing nodded, though reluctant to admit it, her heart still clung to him. After hearing their words, her pain deepened—she had to see him.

Qiao Yu felt embarrassed but resigned; after ending the call, she phoned Coach Lao Pan. Giving up on the snowboard event brought no mental burden, since without cheating, defeating Shaun White was nearly impossible.

Thinking this through, they absolutely could not leave the grasslands. They had to stick with Tang Ning; otherwise, it would contradict their master’s wishes.

Gu Xining picked a translucent jade-green crabapple-shaped pastry and fed it to Qin Shangyun, her heart sweetening with the gesture.

Upon leaving, Shen Xihe’s eyes were still red. Feng Feichi turned around and caught her hurriedly brushing away tears.

At the critical moment, a cough rang out, and Su Xiao, who had collapsed in a chair, slowly sat up.

The emperor always watched, but for Qin Shangyun, the brotherly affection was merely a facade for outsiders.

Peeking around to ensure no one was in the stable, he moved closer to the horse feed.

The physician gave instructions to Gu Lanji and the others, then the group slowly exited the pharmacy, supporting Yang Mo as they walked down the alley.

When the suddenly appearing Lian Jin showed up, Shu Ya instinctively wanted to call security. Just as she opened her mouth, he spoke first.

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Chang Ge wielded dual butterfly knives, also known as the Eight-Slashed Blades. His technique was extraordinary—both offensive and defensive, swift and ruthless. The blades were uniquely constructed, sharp everywhere along their length.

Yiziqian, watching Xu Rui’s demeanor, felt irritated and unwilling to continue the entanglement.

A low rumble emanated from beneath his feet, spreading outward like ripples in all directions.

The True Dragon Sword Intent howled atop the Listening Sacred Platform. All below saw a purple dragon slowly rise within the black misty abyss. Even through the platform, many disciples could feel the cold, noble aura the dragon emitted.

“Third Brother, what are you saying?” Yu Jin blinked, slightly confused, her eyes clear and bright.

Jiajiao never allowed him to intervene, and he understood why.

She had been cherished by her family since childhood—how could she not care for their lives? Yet to survive, she had to be at others’ mercy. Neither she, her grandfather, nor her uncle would agree to that. The Li family had never been cowardly or afraid of death.

Li Changlu was troubled. At that moment, he noticed a sneaky figure on the corner tower of the scoundrel’s house.

Zhuo Yingdi received his mission card and announced it immediately. Yu Mumu craned her neck to see it was to “play the owner of a coffee shop on the verge of bankruptcy.”

Someone had arranged for Yu Mumu to join the show through Zhang Qingya’s team, but nowhere in the contract did it say she was brought in as a control group.

Perhaps because her husband had left a few days ago to attend a film festival, today when they met, their son was unusually talkative while eating breakfast.

From Jin Nanyan, it was learned that among the six dramas he starred in, one was a major hit. However, after offending the male lead, it was abruptly cut.

In Zhou Yang’s eyes, the company’s most crucial departments were security, research, and production.

Hearing this, everyone gasped, their gazes toward Chen Guoliang and Liu Laodi shifting.

With a creaking “squeak-squeak,” all the doors along the corridor swung open to one side.

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“Which Kong Xuan from the Shang and Zhou periods?” Hearing this, Nie Yu shuddered with excitement. The old Taoist before him was, astonishingly, a fellow earthling!

Mo Shui’s heavy sword had also been forged. More and more people completed their weapon crafting, but Wan Yushu and Fei Lie continued, until only the two remained.

“Ye Fan, I’ve prepared ten million pounds of essence to help you break through the Four Extremes Realm. But whether you can shatter your shackles and compete on the Emperor’s Path depends on you!” Just as Nie Yu was filled with emotion, Jiang Taixu suddenly spoke to Ye Fan.

Limited by my knowledge reserves, I cannot fully portray them, nor depict those truly grand “wars.”

This includes art scenes, music and sound effects, character models, story cutscenes, and more.

One by one, they shamelessly care for delinquent youth who gamble and cause trouble—what about the victims’ feelings? Who has ever cared?

For a while, the daylight seemed somewhat lost and forlorn, a sight that stirred pity.

Because the Zhou brothers and others still concealed information, their group faced the first wave of attacks before deep night.

The Demon Wind Cliff was like one edge of an endless abyss, naturally vast. Even as he clung to the cliff’s face descending, there remained a long distance on both sides. He often changed directions to avoid monsters and to scout for new developments.

Zhang Hao did not move. A beam of light shattered the sword aura, leaving a red blood spot on the demon lord’s forehead.

Cui Ning, sound asleep, was awakened by Qing Xin. Still drowsy, she got dressed and went out under her care.

Qian Zheng was startled, not expecting the Silver-armored Guards to resort to such tactics. Unprepared, he took a hard punch.

The idea flashed through his mind. The guide man took a deep breath, accepted the map, and began studying it.