Chapter Twenty-Five

"Yingzi has had an accident. She is now at the Cheng-Guo Central Hospital. No, there is no life-threatening danger." Seeing their instantly petrified expressions, Wang Zili hurriedly corrected himself. He really did not want to deal any more blows to them.

However, this also side-handedly demonstrates how profound the Blue Star race's foundations are when it comes to experts! If it were the human side, losing so many experts would not have been handled with such composure.

Tianyin let out a cold snort. Isn't she just the barbarian's mother? Calling her an old hag was already giving her face; what could happen if she heard it? Let's see who would dare to do anything to her.

The sound was muffled and intermittent, but through Sanwei’s efforts, the content of their conversation was barely audible.

Although Qin Ming had not returned to the Qin family in the past two days, he had received word that Qin Changan had adopted Su Shi as his grandson. He had even mobilized the ancestor Hu Hai just to prevent Xiang Ba-Wen from ruining his plans.

"Come back, let's talk as we walk. I haven't even asked your names yet." Gu Jue retracted the ghost, keeping only a head in his hand.

In any case, Young Master Gu would not ask personally, and even if he did, he could just find an excuse to brush it off later.

"Brother Shanhe, you know that my household guard is already thin. Since he detained them all at once, I don't have the manpower to send anyone else to look for another doctor."

"The efficiency is quite high." Su Shi thought with satisfaction. After all, this was now his own business; he couldn't afford to raise a bunch of machines that only knew how to eat.

However, some time ago, she had no choice but to resort to such a tactic because she needed that thing, so she kept flirting with him.

Therefore, Chen Teng had no other choice. He could not admit defeat, so the only option was to go on stage and accept the challenge.

In the studio, Su Yanping served as the host, with Ma Zhe and Fang Zijin sitting on the sofa opposite her. The three chatted like good friends.

A bolt of lightning flashed, and Wang Fan woke up from his dream. Looking at the familiar surroundings, he immediately remembered everything. Although the dream was wonderful, it was just a dream, not reality. Holding onto the present was the only right path.

However, what Fang Zijin was worried about was something else: "Ma Zhe, should I go to dinner with you tomorrow?" She really didn't want to go, but she knew that Ma Zhe had arranged this meal for her sake, and she feared she couldn't refuse.

Is this the true power of the ninth-level Martial Disciple realm? Compared to the previous peak of the eighth level, the power within his body felt immeasurably more abundant.

Chen Teng was both shocked and furious that the multicolored poisonous mist he took such pride in could not harm him in the slightest, as if Chen Teng were completely immune to the invasion of the toxins.

Zhou Yang, having escaped death, breathed a sigh of relief. Usually, it was the Pavilion Master who was responsible for teasing the Club President; only someone as heavy-hitting as Qixia was qualified to retreat unscathed after touching a tiger's rear end, at most receiving a scratch or two.

Yet it was all for nothing. Although the doomsday countdown was unstable, the perfect attendance record to date remained a cursed 100%.

"It seems they intend to get Heishan drunk and then do something," the system sneered.

No one linked the expulsion of the "Green Seed Thieves" with Yang Wuwei coming for revenge. When brought up, it didn't connect; people just wanted to complain about the incompetence of the authorities.

Jiu Jie let out a characteristic pig-snort, and amidst the dust and smoke, the nine-toothed rake drew a perfect arc as it smashed toward the Ice Demon.

His eyes were filled with gloom. The slaves helped him sit up, supporting his body from behind. He coughed laboriously for a long time, staring at Li Jingsi's men with eyes full of despair.

One of the most important reasons Long Zhi introduced Lin Jian to this place was that this factory lacked anti-stealth devices for stealth armor.

Di Wu handed his candied hawthorn to someone else to hold, keeping one for himself to eat as he walked outside.

Dark ink-colored light emerged around Zhao Jiuge's body, forming a screen of light. Now that the damaged Pixiu Immortal Jade had been repaired, it had fully recovered, and the power it released naturally differed from before.

After the alchemy room was opened, Mei Ruyan released her spiritual sense. A moment later, a look of disappointment appeared on her face. She understood that the spiritual pills in this room had likely been scavenged clean by the Tianxiong Sect long ago, but truly finding nothing left her feeling quite hollow.

No one from the Qianqiu Club spoke, but the attitude of the students from other clubs had clearly softened.

"Heh, since that is the case, may I know the reason for your aggressive arrival this time?" The Master of the Black God Palace smiled nonchalantly, his expression one of compassion for all living things, as if he didn't care much about anything and found it all insignificant.

Of course, Yun Xian's goal was to cross this perilous mountain range, not to go treasure hunting.

Wang Nu's status had completely changed at this moment. If he were the son of Zuoqiu Sheng, he would be the reserve force maintaining the order of the entire Qingluan Sword Sect.

"Since that is the case, I don't think the Chi Beast would howl for no reason. Someone must have entered its domain," Lin Yueshan said, her mind sharp as she deduced the situation after a moment.

"But Daddy has no choice. Why don't you ask someone else and see what can be done?" Yang Guohua looked helpless, though he felt quite happy inside; he finally didn't have to carry that disgusting, foul-smelling thing in the car anymore.

Ravi Hawkins calmed down slightly, but although he had moved past his own topic, he did not answer Solan's question. Instead, he smiled slyly, as if he had just discovered a shocking secret.

"Is the Heir here to see us off?" Tong Yao winked at Fang Xing, asking a question with an obvious answer.

Wang Nu looked at these caves again and suddenly found that they all looked similar; it would certainly not be an easy task to find the right path.

Then it was time for the grammar lesson. Shirley watched Solan’s back in silence, along with Leon, who was curiously staring at his phone, and wisely plugged her ears.

"A more important mission? What is it?" Rambato Mingzhu's attention was successfully diverted.

Song Xinyue didn't speak for a while; she had been bottling this up all afternoon. She had suspected whether that car accident had been man-made.

The appearance of Song Cheng was an accident. Sometimes she felt that having a powerful boyfriend was her backbone, and sometimes she clearly saw her own inadequacies and lacked the confidence to continue.

A reclusive expert capable of wielding immortal magic, no matter how young he appeared, as a mortal, Ouyang Qing naturally felt she was a step below him. Moreover, he had helped her overcome this life-or-death crisis.

Cang Luochen felt both possibilities were likely, but intuitively believed that besides these two, perhaps there were other reasons as well.