0100 Traditional Chinese Painting Competition

“Since you’re not attending school anyway, each semester is just registration, going home, midterms, going home, finals, and then vacation. You only go to school three times every half semester,” Master Yang said with a sidelong glance at Xie Yihuang. His apprentice had learned a wide array of skills, and the remarkable thing was that each one was mastered exceptionally well.

In truth, Master Yang was quite curious about just how much Xie Yihuang could endure. So far, he hadn’t been able to estimate his limits.

“Well, I’m also a fourth-grade student,” Xie Yihuang replied calmly.

The group ascended to the third floor, where the staff of the Fragrant Residence had already arranged the tables and chairs neatly according to the number of people, their work clean and efficient.

The atmosphere around them grew tense once more… It seemed that someone fearless was about to make a stand, promising excitement.

When the word “eradicate” was mentioned, Deng Yun’s face darkened with cold fury—he clearly harbored a deep hatred for the title of Cloud Longevity Immortal.

Q17’s head twisted swiftly, fixing its gaze on the green card nailed to the giant’s foot.

The old man appeared to be in his seventies, dressed in simple gray-blue cloth garments. His long black hair flowed freely, and he wore plain straw sandals, giving off a very ordinary impression. There was no trace of formidable aura emanating from him.

From a distance, the bamboo poles looked like funeral banners, and the white strips of cloth resembled mourning flags. The entrance to Chang Le Lane appeared as if a funeral procession clad in white and hemp had halted midway—a truly ominous sight.

Amid the shouts of anger, the master of the Moon Invitation Villa could no longer restrain herself and took action. At that moment, she cared little for pride or face; she pointed into the void, condensing moonlight into a slash aimed directly at Jun Mowen.

A long blade sliced through the passage. Yun Zilong, exhausted from defending, slipped up and was stabbed under the ribs. The blade wasn’t particularly sharp, and it scraped off with a muffled sound against Yun Zilong’s bioplastic armor before veering away. Though uninjured, Yun Zilong was thrown aside by the tremendous force.

Whenever it came to him and his will, even if it displeased Elsa, she would likely comply without hesitation.

However, the price was no longer merely ten times that of a thirty-thousand-li sound transmission stone. Some ancient sects still preserved records of sound transmission arrays; regardless of distance, as long as the correct nodes were found and the array established, messages could be transmitted in real time.

“It seems this battle will indeed require a serious fight…” Yi Tianyun’s heart tightened with caution. He did not expect a quick resolution this time. Judging by that move, the Green Demon Son far surpassed the Golden Wind Star Lord, truly approaching the strength of a half-step Star Sovereign.

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