Chapter 29: The Truth of the Matter

The system quickly scanned the updated plot and relayed the sequence of events to Lu Mingyue.

"This Du Zhongyu is truly scum. Not only did he snatch the child away, but he even intended to sell him to human traffickers."

Qiu Ju staggered, nearly collapsing to the ground. She bit the tip of her tongue to force herself to stay conscious; she could not afford to fall now, not when her son was waiting for his life to be saved.

Lu Mingyue asked, "What is going on here?!"

It turned out that while Du Zhongyu was gathering... they had not only gained nothing but had also squandered many of their own immortal treasures.

At this point, everyone except Zi Yuxiao was struck with shock. They had not expected that the Soul-Bewildering Letter contained resources like immortal medicine—something known to be nearly impossible to find across any plane, whether in ancient or primordial times.

The Golden-Eyed Eagle bowed its head, staring at the uneven ground illuminated by the campfire, watching the shifting shadows within the pits and hollows of the earth.

He had to find a way to detach his consciousness from this place and return to his physical body; otherwise, he would be trapped here forever, while to any onlooker, he would appear as if he were still in a state of deep meditation.

If he ultimately failed to overcome him, it would create the impression that he was evenly matched with his opponent, inadvertently elevating the latter’s status.

Although the Holy Mother of Taiyuan had taken extensive defensive measures, the results were negligible. In the end, the fetus she bore turned into a malformed mass of flesh containing chaotic essence.

After rolling upward for a hundred meters, the purple fire dragon erupted with another surge of heat, smashing down violently following the gesture of Lu Qinglou’s descending hand.

Yet, strangely, the child vanished in full view of everyone, as if he had never existed at all.

At this moment, the Heavenly Dragon did not rush to answer. Seeing a clear, crystal-blue "Azure Cloud Pond" nearby, he bent down and took a deep draught of the water. But it was no small matter; he had drained the entire pond in a single breath. The Heavenly Phoenix was bewildered, unsure of what game the Heavenly Dragon was playing.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance drifted by. Long Yue sniffed the air sharply and swayed toward the direction from which the scent originated.

"This, too, must rely on Master Xiao. As for the expenses, Master Xiao need not worry," Wan Donglin said.

Lin Zejun had previously provided the basic profile for Xu Qibo: eighteen years old, a rebellious high school student who was combative at school and frequently caused trouble and fights, giving his family endless headaches.

It was a pity that Qiu Mingyan, having escaped death, returned with a face as pale as death and a frame extremely gaunt. His eyes remained closed—perhaps due to the lingering effects of medication, or perhaps because he was simply too weary of this land and had no desire to look upon it ever again.

Although there were few people around, mostly wealthy young men who frequented the club, they all knew that Tao Xiu and Ding Le were the owners, and sometimes they couldn't help but spar with them.

With an orthopedic professor visiting daily to check on him, the condition of Tao Bin’s legs had improved significantly. Coupled with Gu Qingya constantly singing his praises, and given their existing bond, Lan'er gained confidence. She came to see Tao Bin every day, and as his spirits lifted, the frequency of his outbursts toward Tao Xiu diminished.

Henshi’s tone when speaking to Chishan was relatively polite, devoid of the sinister chill he usually reserved for others.

"Ten thousand!" Madam Pei exclaimed, her expression crumbling completely as her face turned as white as a sheet.

Hua Fo was not to be outdone. Wrapped in Buddhist flames, his fire dragon roared with immense impact. The Glazed Eight Treasures provided a massive boost to his physical form, and he forcibly held his ground, his eight arms thrusting outward in all directions to prop up the suppressed space.

"The Emperor Realm, the Emperor Realm! Someone in the Forest of No Borders has broken through to the Emperor Realm!" Old Turtle muttered to himself repeatedly.

However, after exchanging notes, everyone discovered that the identities and personalities of the NPCs they encountered were completely different. Even for those who chose the same professions and the same workplaces, the company names, interior styles, work atmospheres, and even the names of their colleagues rarely overlapped.