Chapter 120: The Comprehensive Acquisition Theory of White Jade Capital

Bai Yujing drifted into a long-overdue slumber. The spirit wine served at last night’s banquet, brewed from scriptures of the life-path, was potent enough to intoxicate even a ninth-rank spirit master who dared to overindulge. He allowed the gentle warmth of the alcohol to flow through his limbs, savoring the rest. Naturally, sleep did not compromise his defenses; any fool arrogant enough to attempt an ambush while he slept would find themselves tragically naive. As the first light of dawn touched the horizon, he awoke with ease.

"Good!" This time, Jia Sidao was exceptionally focused from the start. Perhaps due to the effects of the high-intensity flashlight, the surface of the jade Guanyin, which had appeared smooth and flat, began to reveal a subtle, uniform luster.

Various skills vied for dominance as everyone unleashed their signature techniques, refusing to be outdone. Time and again, they neutralized the boss's attacks, while Garuru and the Gatling Tyrannosaurus focused on countering the support fire from the Evil Treasure Ship. After some time, the boss's health was whittled down to 40%.

Leili Xinya sprang up, her eyes sparkling with excitement. If this were true, she would gladly serve for three hundred years, let alone thirty.

"I thought the arrival of those three would give us more leverage, but to think a single fake has caused us so much trouble. I shudder to imagine the consequences if the real one inside Feng Yi were ever to emerge."

"Shopkeeper Urahara, you knew my mother?" Ichigo asked, surprised as he scrambled up from the ground.

The Specter’s expression shifted violently, and in a fit of madness, he hurled Yueji toward Ye Ling.

"Bastard!" Compared to the sturdy Battle-Walker, his opponent fared far worse. Even with a hidden class, there was a limit to how resilient one's body could be. The moment the Battle-Walker began to swing his great axe, his opponent already foresaw his own demise.

Xiaoyan crossed her arms over her chest and quickly crouched in the corner of the bathroom, head bowed to avoid looking at me, shouting loudly. Though I could not see her expression, I could easily imagine it.

The subsequent matches had nothing to do with the China region; they were all-out clashes between world-class powerhouses. Intense displays of magic and swordsmanship crisscrossed the arena, further igniting the already fervent crowd.

I followed Lin Mo into the room behind her shop. It was decorated warmly, with pink wallpaper, pink lighting, and egg-yolk yellow bedsheets, upon which a fat fox lay sprawled.

"Why didn't you say so? I thought you had a Valentine's Day gift for me. Turns out you didn't—thank goodness I didn't come," Nie Wanluo said, feigning a casual tone as she walked away to pull back the heavy curtains. The lights of S City were already beginning to flicker; shrouded in a fine, silken drizzle, the city felt cold and desolate to its core.

Chuxiu believed that given his status as Prince Cheng, Nie Peixiao would certainly never act as a matchmaker for a concubine-born son of the Yun family, especially for a marriage so incompatible with social norms and propriety.

Explosions of high damage continued to erupt, and having lost half its health, the Hell Dire Wolf—the Red Dagger proving remarkably effective—yelped in pain, immediately abandoning the White Tiger King to lunge fiercely at me.

It turned out that the day after she had contracted the plague and moved to the detached villa, a maid named Yueju had died in Yunqi’s Jinlu Hall. Seeing that the plague had reached the inner courts of the Yun estate, the Old Madam made a swift decision, ordering the burning of the entire courtyard where Chuxiu and Yueju had lived, strictly containing the fire to prevent it from spreading.

Hanging up the phone, Qin Feng sighed internally. It was exactly as he feared; a restful break during this trip to the Qin Family Village seemed impossible. He would be grateful if things didn't end in utter chaos.

"Yay! You hit it! Cousin Qin Feng is amazing!" Huo Xiuxiu clapped her hands in delight and ran over to pick up the pheasant. It was still alive, but its leg was injured, leaving it unable to fly. As Huo Xiuxiu held it, it let out a few helpless cries.