Chapter 36

The latter was struck with horror upon seeing this, never having expected Lin Yi to choose such a method. Yet, for the Bimu people, they were perfectly capable of handling such a situation. The Bimu person immediately lifted his right foot and stomped down directly toward Lin Yi, the movement accompanied by a faint whistling sound as it cut through the air.

Lan'er leaned close to Mu Yan's face, staring at her with wide, bright eyes, and whispered softly.

Feng Wuhan had not expected Wang Zheng to be so difficult to deal with, and that he was only ranked seventh; it seemed he would have some fun ahead of him.

What mattered was that the country had paid a great price to secure this exchange opportunity. Therefore, everyone should be thinking about how to acquire more knowledge and improve themselves, rather than running off to chase girls on the state's dime.

Ever since the Law Spring was transplanted here, the people of Martial Dao Mountain had no idea how to use it, leaving it to fend for itself.

Sigh... look at this. During working hours, everyone has something to do, everyone is busy, except for her—she has become an idle person with nothing at all to occupy her time.

Although the tension and anticipation had faded, she felt a strange, lingering sense of dejection in her heart.

Early the next morning, the temple was filled with a hubbub of noise. Judging by the commotion outside, it seemed as though batches of nobles were arriving one after another.

His disciple from the Silver Sect was so weak that he couldn't even defeat someone who was already severely wounded; wouldn't his reputation as a master of the Silver Spirit Mountain sect be completely ruined?

One must always be guarded against others; Lin Xuan understood this well. It was because his parents had trusted Li Xiang too much that tragedy struck, and Lin Xuan was determined to avoid such a fate.

What was terrifying was that the beautiful phoenix-tail skirt she wore had lost all its plumage, revealing the light pink petticoat underneath.

Gu Xi gasped for air, steadying his somewhat ragged breathing. Although the Thousand Sorrow Palm was powerful, it was equally exhausting; the strike just now had consumed too much of his Origin Energy, and even he could not unleash it repeatedly.

After dressing and lifting the gauze curtain, he saw Lan Duoduo sitting by the windowsill in her sheer robes, eating. One hand was supporting the plate—the only thing that had survived the night's disaster.

At this moment, Long Wu realized that even without using magic, the sheer strength of his physical body was enough to withstand the opponent's full-force blow. However, he could not reveal his true power, yet he had to ensure the opponent did not spot any flaws in his defense.

"Thank you, Prince, for the seat." Du Heng did not ask about the purpose of the visit; he sat sideways, as quiet and composed as always.

Just then, Lu Tianqi walked out, looked at Yan Bin, then at Iguaka. "Third brother, come with me this way. My father wants to see you." Yan Bin nodded, set down his food, and followed Lu Tianqi inside.

A sense of defeat subtly crept over Shopkeeper Tian. It was common knowledge that any pulse cultivator who had not broken through to the Three Pulses stage rarely lived past the age of one hundred and fifty. This meant Shopkeeper Tian had already lived through nearly half his life. It was almost impossible for him to reach the Three Pulses stage in this lifetime.

"Why not! For the sake of our goal, we are prepared to sacrifice at any time!" Chen Dong laughed calmly, as if it were nothing, unaware that the problem Dai Feng was worried about was how he would manage alone in the wilderness.

"Did you go to keep Qi Qi company yesterday as well?" I asked, walking beside Jin Yexuan. He merely grunted in response.

"I will not take this mission," Xuanyuan said in a cold, indifferent tone after clarifying the situation. He never wasted time on useless, trivial matters.

"The young master of the family has arrived." Whether it was an illusion or not, the servants of the Li manor were exceptionally enthusiastic, attentive, and fawning today. But then, Xuanyuan realized that since Lin Xuanzhu had passed the imperial examination as the top scholar, it was no surprise the servants were being so fawning.

Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly. He knew Ye Ziqin’s mother came from a prominent family, but she had died of a broken heart long ago. As for that side of the family, Ye Ziqin had never spoken of it, and he did not know much about it either.

Behind her stood a young scholar, his long hair flowing in the wild wind. He was elegant, handsome, and carried a unique, refined air.

I tightened my grip on the tools, pretending everything was seamless, stepped around them, and crossed the threshold of the school history room.

They had shown rare mercy by not striking while the iron was hot to eradicate the entire Xiongnu tribe; to think of trading with them and passing on the advanced knowledge of the Great Wei to help them progress? It was a pipe dream.

"The Crown Prince is narrow-minded, headstrong, and incompetent. If he inherits the throne, it will not be a good thing for the Great Wei. While we act for self-preservation, choosing a wise ruler is a good deed," Xuanyuan said slowly, setting down his teacup.

If Xuanyuan hadn't fought her and jolted her out of her gloomy, dejected state, preventing her from continuing to obsess over her own thoughts—if the Underworld had continued to let her sink into despair—what might she have done? And what would the final fate of the Underworld have been then?

Without a doubt, the long sword pierced straight into Li Xiaoyi's chest, blood trickling down. Under Cheng Yue's astonished gaze, Li Xiaoyi grabbed the blade and pushed it bit by bit toward his own heart, stopping only when it was a hair's breadth away. Seeing this, Cheng Yue made no move, merely watching him coldly.

But when she subconsciously tried to move, she was shocked to discover that her entire body was limp, paralyzed by a total sense of powerlessness.

Ming Chen held Mei'er in the Lotus-Viewing Pavilion in the middle of the lake. He gently brushed the hair from her forehead. The lotuses in the lake, which had already withered, suddenly burst into a thousand acres of green leaves, and the red and white petals unfurled one by one, filling the entire courtyard with a fresh fragrance.

Worried for Zi Xuan's safety, he had knocked out the guards, but after searching everywhere, he found no sign of her. He reasoned that with Zi Xuan's cultivation, dealing with these soldiers should be easy, so he stopped worrying and flew away from the palace on his sword.

Suddenly, a whistling sound cut through the air. Without thinking, Naruto threw a punch. With a boom, some unknown creature was sent flying, his fist feeling warm—it appeared he had pierced through the creature's body.

After sizing up Lan Ruoxin several times, looking at her bright, crescent-moon-shaped smiling eyes, the orc truly could not figure out which tribe she belonged to.

The man laughed, though his smile was laced with bitterness, fighting back the tears in his heart. Parting was inevitable, but to see his child grow stronger in these final moments brought him unparalleled comfort.

Lan Ruoxin swept a meaningful glance at Lance and Moduo. Seeing them acting perfectly normal, she felt that something was not quite right.