Chapter 35

"That's right! This technology isn't actually difficult. As long as you understand the principles, anyone in the field can immediately replicate it," Hua Junyao echoed.

Seeing this, Mei said nothing more. She surmised that this host must also be a master of music. Masters, after all, often have their quirks. She could tolerate that, since she was here solely for the ancient zither.

Suddenly, a great gush of blood spurted from Zheng Zha's mouth, and at the same moment, blood began to stream from his nostrils, ears, and eyes. His body instantly collapsed, limp as a puddle of mud.

The old demon Yin Hui looked at Qingzhou with a changed expression. A third-rate temple had feeble strength; while it could intimidate most wandering cultivators, it was helpless against someone like him who had reached the Grand Ascension stage.

The spacious inner courtyard featured a main seat at the very front, with two large, fine redwood tables set to the sides, and behind them several rows of guest seats arranged left and right. Fresh fruit platters were set out early on each seat, and above them hung large red lanterns, creating a festive and grand atmosphere.

Chu Xuan nodded, instinctively reaching up to adjust his glasses. But halfway there, he paused, his hand dropping back down.

For the past month, his mind had been constantly unsettled, causing him to neglect his studies. At the end-of-September exams, he managed only a low B grade.

Given the current situation, even if another hundred spots were added in Kaifeng, it would not quell the resentment of the local examinees.

Roars echoed from afar, followed by several more, each distinctly different. Clearly, more than one flood dragon had arrived; some roars were shrill, some deep, others piercing.

The mountain giant staggered back repeatedly. Perhaps it had used up too much power during its time in the seal, for it was growing weary—its swings with the stone pillar weakening by the moment.

Sima Xun was nearly choked with anger at her words, yet helpless to do anything. The old crone claimed he was speaking too loudly, making him think she truly was neither deaf nor blind. But now he saw that not only was her hearing poor, but her mind was muddled as well.

Given the close relationship between Duke Longde Sted and the Bai family, he naturally had no reason to refuse Bai Feng’s request for help. Just like the five great families represented by Duke Kleist, Duke Longde Sted insisted that Bai Feng must keep the rebellion firmly under his own control.

Young people are different. They still have decades ahead of them—enough time to chart a long course and evolve slowly.

This is truly troublesome. It appears the Iceman, driven by the death of his teammates, has once again pushed the boundaries of his abilities. Now, not only can he create layers of ice to shield his body, enhancing his defenses, but he can also use the moisture in the air to reshape or rebuild the ice on himself.

After listening to this round of insincere pleasantries, Su Ji couldn’t help but furrow his brow, fully sensing Mingyue Child’s undisguised ulterior motives.

After all, Ueno Province was not his family’s territory. Whether it was the Uesugi family’s army attacking, or the Hojo, Takeda, and Tokugawa coalition defending, both sides plundered the land without restraint while in Ueno, boosting their own troops’ morale.

"Brother, isn’t there one more…?" A-Sheng remembered clearly—didn’t Liu say there were two?

"Is there something you need from me?" Sitting in the car, watching as it drove down unfamiliar roads, Ye Li felt a bit uneasy.

The way these ingredients were added to the pot differed from the first round as well. Perhaps used to this routine, Ichi didn’t bother to explain further.

Listening from start to finish, he thought it was fortunate that the Yu family’s precious daughter had married into good hands—he could rest easy. Such patience was truly admirable.

And Yi Qing’s words were cutting. Just because someone could adapt an exciting plot, does that mean they could direct a great animation? What kind of nonsense theory was that?

As for Huo Lingyu, Chen Xuan generously allowed her to spend the entire afternoon wandering outside, relaxing her mind.

The official overseeing the market was stationed at the market pavilion. All merchants coming to trade had to have their documents and goods inspected and stamped before they could do business.

"The number of bones?" Li Ye broke into a cold sweat! It seemed this question would have to wait until after the festival to ask his two sisters.

Yet, among them emerged the half-demon race—not quite demon, not quite god. Because their numbers were so few, they were not given a separate realm but existed independently across the four seas and six paths, in all the vast wilderness.

"Let go!" Ji Zili had always hated close contact with strangers. The hand lifting her chin filled her with disgust.

Yu Lingfeng pressed his lips together, saying nothing. He merely raised a hand to brush her hair. In that instant, Yu Lingfeng’s eyes seemed to melt like winter snow, warming in a heartbeat.

Did they look down on Pandora Academy, thinking that as long as Situ Yan took charge it would suffice, or was there some other reason?

As he closed the webpage, Li Ang’s gaze unconsciously swept to the corner of the post, where a blurry photo was attached. It seemed to be taken inside an abandoned factory, with the city’s nightscape visible through a window.

Earlier, the two of them hadn’t believed Lu Zheng was a true innate cultivator. When Su Tianyang proposed introducing Lu Zheng to them, they’d been dismissive.

If it had been before, and Chu Xianfeng dared ignore her like this, the two of them would have quarreled by now. In fact, they’d just argued the day before.

The world’s first ninja village was founded under the leadership of Madara Uchiha, the God of Shinobi, who invited Hashirama Senju—the legendary Tailed Beast Hunter who dreamed of capturing all the mythical beasts—to build it together.

Some were even angered by proposals to exploit every energy resource in their world. After all, if not for these events, perhaps they could have continued living in peace—perhaps in a world without slaughter, without the need to face death so meticulously and briefly each day, they might have survived.