124, The Wei Family
“Since you are so reckless, I will send you on your way.” Musen looked at the two calmly and said.
“Let’s go, Brother Su. Lin Xiao’s match is about to start. That guy is reputed to be the top among the younger generation,” Chu Huaiyu said, then headed toward Arena One.
After bidding farewell to Master Shouyuan, the three did not linger but, accompanied by a thin mist, began descending the stone steps of the mountain.
“Brother Situ, I don’t quite understand why you did that. Logically speaking, you’re a zombie. How could you help a Taoist and lead him to prosperity?” I asked, puzzled.
“Wuliang Heavenly Venerable, Wuliang Heavenly Venerable, I’ve long heard that monks are lazy and fond of good food. The rumor is true,” Nan Feng caught up again and patted the fat man’s belly.
A towering, white-bearded elder, barefoot with feet like burning embers, his huge fists wrapped in steel hung by his sides. He had four eyes, able to see north, south, east, and west simultaneously.
Fang Jin continued, “Back then, these three tried and failed to steal the medicine, and were caught by you. I suppose you also noticed something strange.”
Sensing the young cultivator’s murderous intent, the attendant beside him unleashed a palm strike at Lin Feng. The force was immense; the surrounding seawater churned violently, with bubbles of true energy forming in the water.
“Su Huai will definitely win. I heard Shangguan Yunkai even gave away his personal sword—that’s a sign of high expectation.”
Han Ke watched this peculiar scene and thought: Meng Li’s Phantom Moon is truly formidable! He couldn’t help but glance enviously at the pipa in Meng Li’s hand.
Zhao Mingyue lowered her head, holding up her skirt, frowning in confusion and frustration as she whispered softly—this was her latest design. Could it be that spending too much energy flirting with a few demons had dulled her inspiration?
Hearing the faint complaints behind her, Zhao Mingyue teased gently, though no smile touched her lips, only an expression of puzzlement.
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“Thief, how dare you!” An old cultivator in the tribulation stage from the temple finally lost patience and charged out.
“Don’t you know this is the ‘Soul-Entangling Maze’?” Mao Renfeng looked even more surprised than I did.
“Excuse me, where do freshmen register?” Gu Zian glanced at the welcome sign for the economics department and smiled faintly. No matter how ambitious she felt, she had to handle the immediate task first.
Ignoring whether Mao Renfeng understood me, I grabbed the rope and followed Iron Courage as he jumped down.
Not long after, the one who had been living peacefully once again became the center of attention. Even at the capital’s university, rumors swirled—envy, jealousy, and resentment all mingled.
Mao the Madman’s pants had already been crudely torn open by Iron Courage last time, turning them into crotchless trousers, though stitched back up. If Iron Courage did it again, Mao would surely become the top ‘naked runner’ in the witch palace—a scandal sure to rock the excavation world.
When I saw Lu Ningmei dazing under the tree again, my heartbeat slowed. That beauty was something no one dared disturb.
Soft cushioned loungers, swings, hammocks, padded chairs, and fresh fruit on the table—all distinctly stood out. In the middle of the courtyard was a somewhat incongruous stage.
Ji Lingsheng sat at the cliff’s edge atop the mountain. The cold wind of the deep night stirred his restless mind. The cryptic words of a peer left him shaken. The once clear plan to drift aimlessly through life suddenly seemed uncertain, his future teetering.
He had already uncovered information about this like-minded soul when rescuing innocent wandering spirits, and was deeply impressed.
Qin Yang had no idea what kind of “trap” he had fallen into. He truly believed he had escaped from a cruel and mysterious villain intent on forcing out the hidden sect’s location, showing a hint of lingering gratitude on his face.
Hearing Liu Qi’s words, Li Ru, who hadn’t yet fully sat back down, rose again, bowed slightly, and cupped his hands in salute.
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Wan Shaoyou, having landed, calmed down and stood there dazed, motionless, as if struck by another blow. But Jun Yan knew he was gradually recovering, though a full recovery would still take time.
He had worked with Zhou Yu for many years and was quite familiar with him. Moreover, the Han army not only aimed to scale the earthen walls but also to break through the fortress gates, attacking on two fronts.
The room was small, furnished with a bed and a table. On the table lay untouched food and wine.
The Han forces, riding large ships and braving a hail of arrows, crashed headlong into the Lujiang water fortress.
Yun Ping wished her father held a high official position, but he had retired and had no connection to the capital.
In some sense, his attitude mirrored that of Li Wan’er’s father. Zheng Yu had long known this from intelligence reports and was not surprised.
Half-awake, I opened my eyes and looked outside. The sky was just beginning to brighten. Silhouettes moved faintly across the empty courtyard.
Even the early-stage Golden Core ice spirits, ice elves, ice demons, and ice flowers struggled to breathe under that oppressive aura, not to mention others clutching their chests, channeling spiritual power to calm their palpitations.
Of course, the final outcome depended on their efforts. At this stage, such grand measures indeed left many helpless, even exposing more humiliating sides. At this level, one must never look up in despair.
After Ouyang Feng left, the teachers immediately began testing the new students. Before Yang Fan could react, those behind him surged forward, preparing to test. Seeing this, Yang Fan smiled, shook his head slightly, and walked calmly toward the testing area.