Chapter 51: I Am a Transmigrator Within a Novel—Do You Believe Me?

Wen Miaohan gave a fake laugh and said, "No need. With all those endorsement schedules Jiaxue has, she'll probably have to pay a hefty penalty for breach of contract. You'd better keep that generous gift for her to handle emergencies!"

With that, Wen Miaohan hung up the phone directly.

"Miaohan, you're practically playing with your cards face up now. Aren't you afraid they might take preemptive action?" Wen Mating took the phone and asked with concern.

"What is there to fear? In the face of absolute evidence, no amount of sophistry is of any use."

Because these individuals were elite hunters selected from the Hunting Guild by Guild Master Signer, all holding a hunter rank of seven or higher, they were fully capable of hunting Purple Water Beasts independently to obtain materials, rather than resorting to such "stealing" tactics.

"Slinging mud!" A rough, middle-class man's voice barked over like a dog's yelp.

The toxicity of Ximen Duanjue's blood spreading through his body was beyond his anticipation. It was just that when that blade pierced straight through his chest, a few mere drops of toxic blood, inadvertently spattered onto his hands upon withdrawal, seeped through his skin and into his bloodstream almost instantly, surging straight toward his heart and nearly causing him to capsize in a drainage ditch.

"Grandpa Immortal: Does that really mean the lives of the Eight Talents of Jiangnan are in danger?" Yuan Yuan Xue'er asked softly and carefully.

Many things had remained unchanged. It was just like Jo'an's father, who was as drunk as ever—sleeping when drunk and drunk when sleeping; just like Nari, who still only blew battle tunes during hunts and almost never drew her weapon against monsters; just like Guild Master Signer, who had been gone for two years without a single piece of news; and just like that dream that had lasted for two years.

Litchis are not exclusive to Chuan-Shu, but those from Chuan-Shu are also quite famous, mostly concentrated in the southern Sichuan region. Leshan happens to belong to southern Sichuan, so naturally, it has litchis.

The Ci'an Palace stood as lofty and solemn as ever. At this moment, it was brightly lit, and the lively sound of chatter from within radiated warmth, dispelling a fraction of the winter night's desolate chill.

Even Ouyang Mier's own divine soul, having secretly flown back from the battlefield, still had to first rest quietly within the Primordial Heart Void Palace.

"The reality is that our openly deployed personnel simply cannot enter Pokke City. That fellow Thor has ordered the guards to keep a close eye on our people, and for this matter, we even exposed several deep-cover agents we had planted for a long time." Masegi felt that this operation's gains did not outweigh its losses.

One must know that in the final battle, it had suffered severe damage, compounded by the fact that it was itself one of the Twelve Supreme Divine Artifacts. To take it away—even with its active cooperation—was something a cultivator at the Nascent Soul realm could not accomplish; only someone at the Dharma Idol realm might have a chance.

Tang Feng grinned grimly and directly crushed the young man's wrist bone—from this day forward, the young man would never be able to make a living as a pickpocket again.

Qin Lu actually still had no intention of stopping there, determined to implicate the Chen and Tang families. If Qin Lu had uttered such words beforehand, all of them would have thought he had lost his mind and probably laughed their heads off.

Li Xuan casually made a remark. Ye Wang, Jeanne, and the subordinates of both were no weaklings, and even that pseudo-god from India was on par with Li Xuan.

Bai Yuechu cast a surprised glance at the Third Young Master in the air, his gaze gradually turning icy. No wonder he had always taught him the spells of Aolai Kingdom in the past; so this was what he was plotting?

The more Li Tian listened, the more wrong it felt. Being familiar with the original work, he already vaguely sensed who they were talking about.

Back in those days, a peak Houtian expert was considered the absolute pinnacle of might, while cultivators were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, and a Xiantian realm expert was utterly unseen.

"Last night was truly perilous. How are Li Tian's injuries?" Uchiha Fugaku asked as he sat down opposite Li Tian.

"You mean, there's a Machamp that constantly harasses you guys, but that Machamp is extremely sleazy—it runs away immediately after showing off, leaving you all distressed. So you plan to hire me to drive it away, right?" Ling Huang said.

Yang Ruoqing patiently pushed the cradle while stealing moments to look at the group bustling around the table.

However, when the red line on the scale jade pillar wobbled past the number four, almost everyone stared at Lu Pengfei in astonishment, their mouths agape in disbelief.