33. Panic on Every Face

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Just as I was about to ask more, a message from Nie Xu arrived: "Su Yinghe is starting to believe that you and I have had a falling out. Come to the hospital today and put on a show with me; when he thinks you have nowhere left to turn, he will come looking for you."

One pot on the second day, another on the third—three pots of orchids had already been placed at the front desk of Water and Cloud Pavilion, yet no one had come out to negotiate.

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Ning Fan immediately sank his divine sense into his sea of consciousness, reaching out toward that shimmering, elusive veil of light.

However, this was not something to be rushed, or it might backfire. The wrath of a great family could shake the earth; Hua Ji absolutely did not want to test that.

Mu Bai was silent, lost in thought. These words from Xuan Yizi suddenly reminded him of the fragmented sounds he had heard through the ages, echoing from the cemetery where the gods of the Immortal Court were laid to rest.

But just at this moment, a man who looked exactly like his father appeared, insisting that he and his companions follow him. How could this not leave Liu Xiabing seething with anger?

"Heh, not us—me. I’m afraid you lot won’t make it. Do you even have passes for the secret realm of Fengtan Mountain?" Hua Ji had a fair few, and Jiang Leran had plenty in his storage space, but the others might not.

"It’s alright. How are you holding up?" I crouched down beside the lame man and examined his Taoist robe closely, only to discover that it was not only torn but stained with numerous spots of blood.

"Alright, sister, I will think it over. I was wrong today, and I won't do it next time. No—there won't be a next time." He nodded and left Qian Shui’s room.

Furthermore, He Yunlong did not intend to put all his future attribute points into agility and strength.

But these good days seemed to be coming to an end. After three consecutive years of losses, the boss finally couldn't hold on any longer and sold the company. Although the new company promised the old employees an interview opportunity, Shen Shuangyi still felt a sense of unease.

Given the efficiency of the Black Snake Hall, there should have been an explanation by now. Zhou Chunjia had been investigating until now only because he had deliberately avoided his own kin, but when he learned today that Zhou Mutran had been secretly attending the academy, he knew the truth, and the reality was likely just as he had suspected.

The boys scrambled to display their gentlemanly manners. The three who failed to secure a spot to switch out could only sulk as they put on the mascot costumes, continuing to endure the stifling heat.

After hearing her three brothers out, Lin Ge rolled her eyes internally—such old fossils—but she still promised to meet their demands, swearing that she would only dress that way at home and never outside.

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Once tonight passed, he would take people to the manor first thing tomorrow to propose marriage. By then, whether it was Chi Xingyuan or Chi Haidie, they would have no choice but to marry him.

Seated not far away were the same ten people, known as the Ten Elders of Tianxuan. Each held immense power and was a master in their own right; even the weakest possessed the cultivation of the Ninth Fragment. It was because of their existence that Tianxuan remained unshakable.

"Oh, I was just coming to see you. You’re not feeling well, so don't get out of bed, lest you bump into something," Wen Yu said, her voice filled with reproach.

When the two of them arrived, they happened to see the front gate of the residence wide open. There was a carriage at the entrance, and it looked as if the master was about to leave. The Third Prince immediately pulled Lin Ge into hiding, watching the scene quietly.

It would be better to pull himself together and seek a cure. Even if he were truly destined to vanish in the end, at least he would have tried his best to survive.

He slew every bandit and thief he encountered on the road. He did not consider himself a good man; he simply acted according to his own heart. To see robbers bullying others and do nothing—that was not who he was.

"What’s wrong with my head?" As soon as Qiu Yimao heard the other party mention his head, he instinctively looked up toward the sky, though there was no way he could see his own crown.

The second-generation heirs were embarrassed at first, then furious. If not for Qi Wulin constantly urging them to keep their temper, they would have been cursing Lin Cheng out loud long ago.

Ji Tianxing was slightly surprised; he hadn't expected the Lord of Changshan Domain to be so bold and thick-skinned as to speak so directly.

But this year was different. Thanks to Palace Moon’s reminder, Aunt Xinghua and the others were paying much more attention to the matter of passing the imperial examinations than in previous years.

In his view, while some students were certainly a bit mischievous or bad, they were not exactly irredeemable villains.

The other man was frantic, glaring at the Nine-Poison Daoist with such rage that it looked as if he wanted to tear him to pieces.

Just as they were parting, Ni Suanqiu shook his head, holding back his laughter as he exchanged that final look, effectively bidding a "reluctant" farewell to the gatekeeper—a Gold-Beast-level master of the Extreme Day Mountain.

Just as Ni Suanqiu was at his wit's end, a faint blue glow appeared at the edge of the yellow desert ahead. It looked like some kind of demonic beast, gliding low over the sands.

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Suddenly, the sound of a gong and drum rang out sharply. The servants were startled, and the few pedestrians on the street were also given a fright.

Down in the open space, a rather elderly man in black sat slumped on a seat that was part coffin, part palanquin. Half-asleep, he leaned against the black backrest and muttered to himself.

The crowd remained unchanged, but Fairy Miaofa and Fairy Han wore expressions of pure malice. Then, under the impact of a shrill scream, they twisted and vanished, leaving the others to wake up in a state of profound shock and horror.

Seeing Su Anchen staring at her without a word, Yan Mengfan suddenly felt uncomfortable, looking back at her with a guilty conscience.

Jia Lang looked at the system tasks displayed in his mind, especially the first one, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Perhaps Master could train a few god-level disciples, but surpassing the gods was a bit of a joke—Master himself barely counted as surpassing them.

After finishing all this, he thanked Chu Yue repeatedly before leaving to find a quiet place to enter seclusion, intending to strengthen his physical body in preparation for breaking through to the Second Realm of the Beast Veins.

"Crush them, for the King!" Anub'arak charged to the front. The moment he collided with the sea of skeletons, he sent white bones flying into the sky.

There were currently very few paladins in the Alliance with the strength to face Xavius, and all of them were burdened with heavy responsibilities at this time, leaving them no time to come to Val'sharah to help the Night Elves through their crisis.

The people and demons inside immediately cast their gaze toward the group led by Jia Lang as they entered! Their eyes held a mixture of ferocity, curiosity, and malice.