Chapter 25

I spread my arms, gently fluttering my wide sleeves as I rose gracefully. Every movement was calculated to be as light and ethereal as possible. I swept my gaze across all the "egg-sons" with a smile, my gentle expression brimming with alluring charm. Three delicate pink peach blossoms landed on my jet-black, lustrous hair, and a single red plum blossom struck my brow, leaving behind a bewitching cinnabar mark.

Seeing the clumsy and awkward way he kicked at someone, the group of delinquent students surrounding Wang Sicheng immediately erupted into raucous laughter.

Ruzhen sneered, closing in on Hanye step by step. A cold, shimmering short sword appeared in his hand, and without a shred of chivalry or mercy, he attacked Hanye directly.

Lin Zi saw that everyone in the room had their attention fixed on Qian Duoduo, so without waiting to look closer, he quickly slipped out and carried Lu Xuan away.

I did not answer, nor did I turn around, fearing that the slightest movement would cause it to leave.

Regardless of everything, this was a rare learning opportunity. Lin Huizhen nodded, preparing herself to perform another surgery.

The true energy within my body flowed ceaselessly through the twelve main meridians. As my body swayed and turned, the long blade in my hand moved like a soaring serpent through mist, striking where it had to and stopping when it must, blocking the two flashes of cold light heading my way.

As it turned out, Wang Daoyi and Zu Tianjue were so intimidated by Yang Yunjun's formidable martial arts that, even knowing he was riddled with lethal poison, they remained cautious. Fearing that Yang Yunjun’s desperate final strike might cost them their own lives, they deliberately held back their offensive.

However, Ding Yaozu had been struck on the head moments before and was now unconscious, slumped there without a stir, looking as if he had simply fallen asleep.

In the air, Jian Wuqing gently fanned his silver-white wings, his calm eyes watching the Eight Heroes depart with a different perspective in mind.

Mufan’s gaze fell once more upon the alchemy furnace in Haikan’s hands. He had noticed this furnace earlier—no, strictly speaking, it could not be called a furnace at all, but rather a half-finished product. Trying to refine pills with such a thing was out of the question.

Fei Heng immediately understood: these were the Nalder people, and they had come for Hani. Not long ago, he had discussed taking Hani away with them, but to evade the Biting fleet, the Tongyu fleet had changed course many times since then. It was likely that even the Nalder people did not know the current location of the Tongyu fleet.

He was now a fifth-level formation master and had even touched the threshold of sixth-level formations. He intended to set up several fifth-level formations to self-detonate simultaneously. Had time permitted, he might have even attempted to study and deploy a sixth-level formation for the same purpose.

Jiu Chen possessed the keenest perception and was the first to sense the encroaching threat. With a twist of his body, he looked downward and saw the sharp bone spikes.

The results of the mutual barrage were similar to the first engagement; the combined fleet’s performance was an absolute disaster.

In the era of cold weapons, warhorses were the most precious strategic resources. The fact that Emperor Wu of Han launched two expeditions just to secure the Ferghana horses speaks to their rarity.

"Donghuang Taiyi, I await your emergence to blood-sacrifice my Blood-Drip Killing Sword!" the Sect Leader of the Heavenly Kingdom spoke coldly, his intent murderous. On his blood-colored war chariot, it seemed as if endless blood flowed and ten thousand spirits lay dead, causing many to change color and retreat in haste.

Deceived by the two of them, the tactful Old Guo immediately decided that Gao Xing was someone he had to treat to lunch, and began to treat him with great courtesy. Gao Xing, a man who knew how to push his luck, soon dragged Su Xing along to the Listening Bamboo Pavilion restaurant by Moon Dew Lake across from the school.

Just as Nan Can was looking at Nuoxia with a lewd grin and An Yi and the others were preparing to strike, Aituo suddenly pulled out a tablet and shouted at Nan Can.

This was a video conference with representatives from every nation and faction in the world. Whoever spoke would have their image appear on the screens in front of the other representatives. Due to the large number of participants—over a thousand—the speaking order had to be controlled by the Tongyu Artificial Intelligence.

The Marquis dared not move; he knew this cloth had existed for too long. Ignoring it, he walked to the side and found the entrance to the inner chamber, formally entering the tomb.

"Brother Chu, I’ve heard of your glorious achievements. Our new batch of disciples depends on you to make a name for us!" Mo Yiyang said with a smile.

Huo Yan said, "Marquis, without the Patriarch’s summons, we cannot enter with you. You go ahead; we will wait for you here." The Marquis nodded, boarded the boat, and stood at the bow, surveying his surroundings.

In truth, Qiu Niang knew that You Jingyan was feigning drunkenness, but she could not help but care for him. Sometimes, she even hoped he would pretend more often so she could look after him more frequently.

It enveloped the entire world; the void tore open, and scarlet torrents surged forth, the stench of decay permeating everything.

The three experts of the Golden Crow clan felt veins bulge on their foreheads. Hearing Ye Chen’s words, they were instantly incensed, smoke practically pouring from their ears and noses.

The father simply refused to leave with Wang Da, no matter how he was persuaded. In truth, it made sense; the father had worked under his master for a lifetime, and the two words he felt most deeply were "loyalty." To suddenly ask him to betray his master was something he was unwilling to do.

With just a few words, the fates of ten thousand people on an isolated island thousands of miles away were changed forever.

Many young talents present were stealing glances at her, but she remained completely unresponsive, standing to the side with an indifferent expression, as if untouched by the affairs of the mortal world.

"That is easily done, provided Shopkeeper Zhang does not break the rules," You Jingyan said without ceremony, lifting his cup to drain it in one gulp.

Upon hearing this, the old man was so happy that his blood pressure spiked, nearly causing him to faint from excitement.

Su Hua helped her with the luggage while Ye Ziqing carefully selected items for the elderly. Her grandfather usually liked collecting antiques, and this mall had a shop for them. She didn't know much about it, so she went with Su Hua, who had worked in an antique shop and understood a little.

As Wang Qiuya spoke, her beautiful eyes misted over. In her heart, she hated Wei Bao to the core; yesterday he was pawing at her, and today he wore such a face.

He could not be like her, able to resolutely use their relationship as a bargaining chip for threats, because he truly could not bring himself to do it.

Shen Chenxu had just sent Yao Ruoxue up to rest when, upon coming back down, he heard his bodyguard report that Shen Chenxu had arrived and was waiting for him at the Shen family gate.

The classroom was pitch black, and the school was becoming increasingly deserted. Outside, a storm raged with high winds and rain; Xia Shiyou was so frightened that she crouched behind the door, hugging herself tightly.

Feng Tianlan spoke of some of the things she and Si Mobai had experienced, and Luo Yunzhu spoke of her affairs with Xi Jin, though both omitted certain details.