Chapter 29

Neither Qiyue nor Jiyu spoke a word; there was only the sound of soft breathing and sighs, until Qiyue ceased to dwell on the matter.

Zhang Sanfeng seemed to be sleeping soundly, while Zhong Ling, sensing the fluctuations of energy between the jade pendant and Zhang Sanfeng, began to practice the Demon Subduing Technique.

Now that the initial results were in, the imperial official in charge of the imperial examinations prepared to report to Qin Meiniang.

"Retreat?" The middle-aged man in white looked somber. The Old Celestial Master’s words were spot on; he was not entirely willing to protect the people of the Evil God Palace, so how could he possibly act with integrity and exert the full power of the Path of Light?

After the Emperor of the Dadian Kingdom received the letter, he let out a slow breath and began to open it.

On the boat, as the summer breeze blew, Chen Feng picked up a chopstick to poke the fledgling phoenix, but was quickly stopped by the others—one must never tweak the whiskers of a tiger.

At that time, the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan was furious. Wanting him to reflect on his actions, he sent him to guard the Yellow Springs and the Underworld Sea.

Perhaps knowing nothing provides more room for wild imagination, making one appear elusive and prone to wandering thoughts.

"Your heart is too wavering, like a seedling swaying in the wind, indecisive. Even if it is calm for a moment, the moment the wind rises, you remain unable to control it."

"What is their status? Are they well-connected?" Li Mu guessed with malice; after all, ordinary students would not be so bold.

This situation troubled the many ministers of the Great Qin Kingdom deeply. They racked their brains over that ironclad law, but in the end, they reached no conclusion.

Placed on the groove was a card Li Mu had never seen before. It felt very similar to the mysterious black card, because... this card was a gray card.

Zhuang Qingyan, standing on the platform, saw the crowd going mad, willing to brave fire and water for her. She glanced at the Rain God, who remained focused on gathering clouds, and a trace of smugness crept into her eyes, which had previously been filled with sheer terror.

The first stage tempers the skin, the second the muscles, the third the tendons, the fourth the bones, the fifth the blood vessels, and the sixth the meridians.

The dormitories here were much more high-end, consisting of large suites. Each suite had four bedrooms, each with an en-suite bathroom. Li Mu even noticed a simple kitchen off to the side of the living room.

Ying froze for a moment, looking at him in shock. It was not the curve of his lips that startled her, but the fact that the upward arc was filled with an icy, chilling meaning—especially those heterochromatic eyes, which looked as cold as if frozen by frost.

Li Mu also had a way to resolve the consumption of mental energy: crafting equipment that restored it.

The scaling ladder was nearly eighty-five meters high, leaning against the city wall. The poisonous oil poured down from the top, sliding down the ladder's railings. For those without handrails or armor that only partially covered the body, it offered no protection at all.

Rina’s eyes darkened. She slowly raised her right hand, took a step back with her right foot, and braced her right wrist with her left hand. Watching the incoming tennis ball, her expression grew increasingly profound.

It was the figure of the Poison Saint, who now looked exceptionally disheveled, his gray robes tattered and blood staining the corners of his mouth.

Gong Qianzhu tilted his head in confusion, his smile freezing instantly as the next sentence was spoken.

"Boss, is that what they call the 'Gate' of the God's Tomb? Should we go in later?" Looking at the changes in the sky, Nangong Shengtian looked at Dugu Ming with anticipation.

Helian Xun turned and dodged a wave of magma, but her hem was touched by the heat, and the fabric instantly turned to ash.

He had not expected that his first real-life PK since entering the game would be over a mere 50 silver coins.

Suddenly, the carriage jolted. Almost simultaneously, Mei Ru’s left hand reached for the base of the cup in Xiao Luo’s hand. With just a touch, the cup was stabilized as if fixed in place; the wine that was about to spill swirled once above the rim before returning to the cup, settling after a few ripples against the glass.

Since she had arrived in this world, the only person she cared about was her mother, and now he had been added to that list. To her, everyone else was insignificant.

Compared to others, the Raging Song Battle Halberd was naturally more willing to acknowledge Jiu Xiao as its master. After all, Jiu Xiao carried an aura it found somewhat familiar.

"Hahahaha, interesting, interesting. Truly worthy of the legendary Flying Shadow Armor of my past life; it lives up to its reputation." Ye Bufan stood up and laughed loudly.

"Indeed." Surprisingly, Zhang Ying’s thoughts were much the same as his; both wanted to shift the disaster onto others first.

Yu Juanyun was horrified to discover that although Qiao Jun was only using the spiritual energy of the Thousand-Jun Realm, he made her feel a pressure that felt like the approach of death.

"Nine times the combat power? Is it that terrifying?" Chu Yang was startled. If one could increase a cultivator's combat power ninefold, wouldn't those so-called heaven-gifted geniuses be trampled underfoot?

After saying this, Li Songyan pulled Sheng Nuanyang’s arm and walked inside. As soon as they entered, he asked with a smile, feigning nonchalance, what Xu Fengzhen had cooked.

After his first transmigration, he had been able to make the most correct choice instantly, and he could do the same now.