Chapter Forty-Seven: The Indestructible Diamond (Third Watch)

“Raise the bet!” “Reveal the cards!” “No more changes!” “Grand slam!”

Pebbles rained down relentlessly, shattering the gambling table with lively mechanical clatters. The catgirl dealer crouched beneath the table, trembling uncontrollably. She desperately prayed that the high-ranking patrons in the hall wouldn’t notice her little feline presence, but reality was far harsher than imagination. A pitch-black hand, as dark as oil, pierced through the table right before her eyes. The catgirl screamed in terror as the hand yanked the entire table and smashed it aside, snatching away her only hope.

Ye Xue and Winnie, both practitioners of martial arts, naturally understood what it meant to be of celestial rank. The hall instantly fell silent. Though most present were either relatives or friends of Qiu Xuan, standing before a celestial-level expert stirred an undeniable unease within them.

“Herik will handle him. Malosus has no idea I was in that village back then,” Edeline said with a smug tilt of her head.

The ocean creatures that survived did so only to suffer varying degrees of genetic mutation due to nuclear radiation.

At this thought, a faint glimmer of hope flickered in the darkness, only to be extinguished moments later by the harsh reality of her cell—still imprisoned and branded a madwoman. The fragile flame of hope was snuffed out.

Meanwhile, a group of players, after taking screenshots, split into teams to level up. Rain Yun grouped two Wudang characters together, swapped their festive costumes for sect uniforms, then sent them off to the Matchmaker’s Temple to complete a couple’s quest.

“If Xi Yan doesn’t mind, then naturally I won’t,” Su Mo said. “By the way, since I just moved here, is there anything you need?” After all, it was her own place. As a friend, how could Su Mo object to Xi Yan coming over?

Unsurprisingly, Han Qiu’s vote count soared rapidly, hitting four hundred within three days, securing first place without contest.

An Nianchu gazed at him with a touch of grievance, then fell silent. In the company lobby, people occasionally greeted them with “Hello, President; hello, Madam,” making her feel as if she were constantly under spotlight. Even inside the car, she glanced back a few times.

Ahead, a faint light shimmered, and the power of her bloodline stirred subtly, drawn by an unseen force.

“Thank you for the reminder, General,” Hu Meier said as she stepped out of the tent, a barely perceptible smile curling on her lips.

The previous night’s heavy rain, coupled with the events involving Nalan Heng and Xiao Yuyin and her reunion with Cui Siyu, had made him forget something crucial. His precious medicinal herbs in the garden could not withstand such harsh weather.

Every day, waiting by the river for the one who never returns, those who see him and hear his song have turned it into an unalterable habit.

Xiao Yuyin felt the atmosphere was strange; Nalan Heng was acting erratically again. These past few days, his mood swings were frequent. She chose not to overthink it—better to avoid exhausting her brain cells. So, she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

After expressing sufficient satisfaction, An Min approached An Ruo, who was in the midst of a lively conversation, yet still interrupted them.

According to the data summarized by the system, Li Yunmu’s completion of the string acupuncture points increased the string force intensity to over 130 points.

Both sides conversed amiably. At this moment, Xia He had been elevated to Duke, granting him a status comparable to a Marquis, albeit with a lower noble rank.

The Divine Zhou Empire had devised a method to artificially produce celestial jade. Although costly, the output was unlimited. Taoist priests calculated rigorously that the energy consumed in manufacturing celestial jade was even less than that required for naturally formed jade.

Suddenly, their eyes brightened as they saw a shabby table with a man wearing a wide-brimmed hat dozing off upon it.

Watching the crystal-clear droplets of silver-like water fall from the sky, shatter, and dissolve into mist stirred an involuntary tightening of the throat.

Lost in thought, she lifted her head and saw a tranquil sleeping face resting against the sofa—serene and seemingly harmless.