Chapter 37: Betrayal!

They probably can’t resort to violence… not in broad daylight, at least.

With that thought, Song Shaocheng smiled faintly and met Chen Fan’s gaze.

“We meet again.”

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow slightly. “Are you here for my eldest sister?”

Song...

But as soon as Le Bing finished speaking, she flopped down and lay back, instantly erecting another layer of protection that blocked Shangguan Fei’s reaching hand.

Even though Akatsuki’s roster didn’t yet boast the many masters it would later have, it was still not an organization to be trifled with. At this moment, Orochimaru was still among them, though it was uncertain whether he was in Amegakure or not.

The crystal stone shimmered under the sunlight, casting a pale violet glow. To call it violet wasn’t quite right; it hovered between blue and purple, its color impure yet marking it as a fine spirit-refining stone.

Three days had passed. She’d kept increasing the dosage, yet after the initial symptoms of poisoning, the beast venom within him continued to suppress and gradually devour it.

“Really? Then… what’s your organization’s structure like?” Ye Binghan, failing to grasp the gravity of the situation, instead grew more enthusiastic.

“Alright, go take care of it!” Shangguan Chen tamped down the urge to sacrifice two attendants. They were formidable; without them, he’d have no protection.

Jing Ye let out a light laugh, flicking out his tongue to lick away the blood gathering at the corner of his mouth. To Lan Qingqing, watching him at that moment, there was something wild about this gesture. Her heart skipped in panic, and she turned to flee.

By all accounts, this was the worst prize. After reviewing the lottery rules, even the consolation prizes had three tiers: first-class was fifty ancient coins, second-class twenty, and third-class ten.

His red robe whipped fiercely in the wind, just as it had when they’d stood on the city wall, staring each other down. But now, their positions had changed.

A pull came from all directions at his chest, and the Beast Soul Pearl began to stir restlessly again. Xing Lian sighed, suppressing the agitation in his heart.

Never in his life had he fought such an opponent, nor could he think of any good way to swiftly defeat this seemingly invulnerable monster before him.

The two had crossed swords for years, laying traps for each other countless times. In truth, Lin had suffered more losses at his hands. Cunning and ruthless as Lin was, he’d never be so generous as to reveal Jin Zhi’s whereabouts for nothing.

Jin Zhi hesitated, still feeling a bit awkward. He spoke softly, “Jin Zhi, this is different.” She gazed at him, puzzled.

“Shuang’er!” Wei Fei, seeing Pei Shuang rush wordlessly into the Jade Mansion, could only hurry after her, calling her name repeatedly. Yet she seemed not to hear, weaving left and right until she slipped into the backyard.

Alice threw off her covers and got up. When she reached the door, she bent down to pick up the poor phone, checked the schedule, and saw that a morning alarm was about to ring—meaning it was time for her morning exercise.

Though it wasn’t a direct analogy of identities, their environments, goals, and survival styles in the wild were so similar that certain patterns could be inferred.

“Are you that strong? If you run into a Titled Douluo, I’d like to see you act so high and mighty!” one of the girls snorted, glancing at the corpse on the ground.

Alice had no objections; Lee Soo-man was better at this than she was. She shrugged to show her agreement.

“Here, for you.” Chen Yun stopped spinning the food in his hand, expertly sliced off a piece of meat with his knife, skewered it with a branch, and offered it to Chi Yan.

“…Does your master know how domineering you are? This whole table of delicacies must be for your master, right? Aren’t you afraid your master will be angry if you eat it all yourself?” Qin Shou arched a brow, leveling a pointed accusation.