Chapter Ninety-Six

Keep your word. My disciple must be able to endure hardship and work tirelessly. As long as you obey me, I will teach you spiritual arts, and this place will be your home.

But at times like this, they had no choice. To gamble was to hold on to a sliver of hope; without gambling, even that sliver would be gone.

Fresh roses stood in the crystal vase on the coffee table, their crimson brilliance dazzling, their fragrance filling the air. Lin Wenxuan stared blankly at everything before her, and for a moment she seemed dazed, as though caught in a familiar illusion.

The new base was not as remote as the old one; there were quite a few neighborhoods nearby, so finding lunch was no difficult matter.

When they encountered temples, cairns, and similar landmarks along the way, they followed local custom and circled them from left to right.

Why are you doing this to me, to my child? I will kill you!

The words tore from me in anguish, and the pain in my belly slowly made it impossible to go on.

Hao Zhiyuan finally understood why Lin Ran had made that decision. Their game truly could not compare with the great fantasy game of the age, and if they forced it onto the market, the result might be miserable.

Le Yin Wujue knew it was no longer proper for him to remain here. After looking on a while longer, he left by the same road.

Again! Zhang Xiaodi laughed with ease, dribbling smoothly in his hands. He launched forward, still trying to break through on Yang Cong’s left side. It seemed he truly meant what he said.

Warm Sun, who sat quietly beside Warm Maple, understood that Old Third came from a remote mountain region. Though clever, pretty, and academically gifted, she had not seen much of the world, which was why she often made such jokes.

Madam Yang had always held the gods in deep reverence. Back at the Yuanjun Temple on Clear Sky Mountain, when Warm Sun casually said something disrespectful toward the divine, she had been terrified. Now, hearing Warm Sun say this, she too began to feel uneasy.

This created enormous trouble for everyone except Wu Song. With the gap in levels widening, the others had lost their former momentum when battling the guardian demons here. What frustrated Liu Yanting and the others even more was the harsh environment: ice and fire were mutually restraining elements.

Only belatedly did Liu Suli realize he had caused trouble. Only then did he restrain himself and decide to do as Wei Yuan had said. Though he was deeply unwilling, he did not want Wei Yuan and the others to worry over him or grow anxious.

Xu Yongjian had been furious at first, but by then he began to understand. For someone so formidable, if he were always trying to flatter him like an ordinary person, that would be far more abnormal.

When they went over to look, they found a group of boarding-school boys competing in standing reach, and a crowd from Class 204 was gathered around watching.

What did you say? Song Lingshan cried out, twisting her body as if to sit up, but Wu Song pressed her back down onto the table with a hard shove.

As for the way the updates would work before release, there would be two chapters a day, at noon and at six in the evening. Everyone was urged to collect and recommend generously.

Outside the cafeteria, beneath a plane tree, Cheng Lie had stood alone for a long while. When he saw his subordinate Li Su finally gather the courage to walk over to Shen Sa’s table, he at last let out a breath of relief.

Zhao Zhengce, meanwhile, drank baijiu as though it were plain water, one swallow after another, with something of a young man untouched by sorrow.

He hurriedly put on his clothes. By then, everyone else had been startled awake as well, and Xiao Hanfu and Pan Yang had come to the doorway.

Weng Youhua did not answer at once, but instead glanced at the deputy bureau chief beside him, Liang Yongjun.

After saying that, he had already finished asking the three questions. Ye Zhichen no longer wished to tangle with them here, and simply turned to walk toward Susan.

Just then, someone suddenly appeared in the sky and brushed the two from the Western Sage aside, saying, “This is no longer a matter of this cosmic cycle!” It was the Heavenly Dao Lord Hong Jun. The great calamity had now become a joke; the tribulation had passed, and the distribution of spirit treasures was no longer a matter for this cosmic cycle.

Ye Zhichen had stayed in the hospital for more than twenty days; to say he stayed there was an understatement. He had practically taken up residence.

The Receiver’s expression changed drastically, as if the sky had fallen. He hurriedly leapt away and flew toward the void above Yellow Dragon Pass in Northern Continent.

This favor, after all, has still been owed. Having thought it through, Yuan Hong did not know who had secretly helped him with such a great matter. He only knew the eternal truth that nothing in this world comes for free. Though he felt uneasy, there was nothing useful he could do at the moment.

Though they were clearly fleeing in hardship, the group along the road chatted and laughed, as if on some long pleasure excursion, lively and carefree.

Then he lifted his head and obediently closed his mouth at the sight of his younger sister’s lips, visibly swollen.

What fault was it of mine? It wasn’t I who made him disappear.

Here they are. Come in. Um, who is he?

Yang Mengxue looked at Sima Sheng in confusion. As for Chang Yu, she was already very familiar with him; back when he was in the Central Realm, he had pursued her to no avail.

It was only because Yin Shen’s image matched Luo Yuan’s expectations that there was any possibility of what came next. Otherwise, the moment Yin Shen had said, I want to learn acting, Luo Yuan could have dismissed him with a simple I am helpless, and there would not have been so many voices of misunderstanding from the outside world.

No blood, and no one can tell them apart? Mei Mei murmured to herself. Humans have red blood, demons black blood, and beasts green blood, but in appearance, humans, demons, and beasts do not differ much. She smiled and said, I’m joking. I’m not a beast clan member. This must be some kind of secret art...

By then, her face had taken on a desolate look.

Looking at the man, the cold in Su Mu’s eyes was almost tangible. In an instant, it swallowed the words the man had been about to speak. He was the middle-aged cultivator who had just tried to capture Xi Rong alive.

A good hand indeed. I hope you and the Peacock Princess are fated to meet.

The Peacock King said it politely, though anyone could tell at a glance that his words were false. In the Peacock King’s eyes, the princess seemed to belong to him alone; no one else could possibly take her. Calling everyone here to compete was nothing more than a bit of amusement.

That night, Cheng Yanbin went to the Auspicious Courtyard, taking his younger brother Cheng Yanyuan with him to sleep there. Before going to bed, he also tried to find evidence.