Chapter 82

Actually, he had mentally prepared himself last night, expecting that some would be intimidated and withdraw from the matter. Yet, when confronted with the reality, his feelings were complex.

Watching Chu Xuan depart, this elder finally left the main hall of Winter Sun Palace. Though he was neither the master nor the deputy master, he oversaw the intelligence network of Winter Sun Palace. Within the palace, many confidential affairs fell under his jurisdiction, including dossiers on backup candidates—all managed by his hand.

“But why did the capital receive the news first?” Wouldn’t the information have flowed here before spreading elsewhere?

Bai Haonan’s heart brimmed with flamboyance; he was accustomed to being watched, even on the run. These students would never be connected to the big players, so what was there to fear? The thrill came from having an audience.

“This must be Daoist Yi, passing through our Fortune Town?” Mr. Zhou stood up, clasped his hands, and laughed heartily.

She had thought her current status made accompanying them rather awkward; but now, with the elders of the Su family inviting her, it was a different matter altogether.

Their words carried a subtle implication, as if hinting this was a self-orchestrated ruse—a bitter ploy to facilitate a change of personnel.

This was no warm embrace of a family, but a pit—a trap. No wonder people like Zhuang Tiancheng preferred to be warlords rather than wholeheartedly devote themselves to the government. There’s an old saying—my heart shines on the moon, but alas, it shines into the ditch. Reality was so harsh; everywhere was a battlefield.

She was at the activity center, seated at the center, arguably the best spot aside from the freshmen and faculty leaders. She had arrived early to secure her seat, eager for a clear view of the stage.

Qin Huaixiu took the wine jug from his father, poured himself a cup, then passed it to his brothers. Thus, everyone who could drink at the table had a cup before them, and together they raised their glasses to toast their Fifth Grandfather.

Cheng Peng racked his brain but couldn’t recall where he’d heard of such a beast. Luckily, the frenzied crawling spider was not high-level; it shouldn’t be difficult to handle.

“Are you moved? Your standards are so arbitrary. What about the last one? Did your heart stir?” Wei Tong laughed.

Before Xu Yanran could react, Lin Qingqing suddenly let go of her hand. At the same moment, candle-shaped colored lights at her feet lit up one by one, forming a vibrant heart that enveloped her.

Damn it, listen to that debt collector’s sarcastic tone—so utterly detestable, as if eager to stir up chaos.

Wang Sheng had indeed said that once inside the Land of Ultimate Severance, all commands would be followed without question—listen if you wish. Yet, this rule was set during Wang Sheng’s first expedition; later, he relaxed it with several organizations. So the people of Baoqing Hall must have assumed it was abolished.

Before he could break free, a chaotic rush of footsteps echoed from the hallway. The man, desperate, steeled himself and kicked Ou Yuanlan down the stairs.

Both moved together, leaping into the air, their true energy swirling and blooming into two brilliant flowers—left and right, flanking Qin Zihao in attack.

This time, the tree demon was fully prepared, every leaf reaching skyward, seeming to probe for something.

“He’s only twenty-five or twenty-six, barely older than you. There are decades ahead—how can he guarantee anything?” Wang Sheng cared about the time, nothing else.

Time flowed like water through his fingers. Using the power of life to heal Li Ziming’s badly corroded organs, Li Yu slowly opened her eyes. Her pure soul form brought a strange weariness, her gaze no longer blazed so intensely.

When we arrived at the hospital, we were told Dr. Yang Yaotian’s schedule was fully booked for the next two days. If we wanted his treatment, we’d need to make an appointment days in advance.

The whistling sound of two spears pierced the air. Li Ming tilted his body; one spear, without any energy fluctuations, grazed his chest. The other—he had already caught in his hand.

“Sister, sister, wake up and take your medicine.” Ao Jun brought water and medicine to call Ao Xue. Xu Huinan followed behind. Ao Xue, drowsy, woke up, took her medicine, and slipped back into sleep.

As for McDonald’s and KFC, they got into disputes with Chen Zhiming. In the end, the wealthy McDonald’s signed him as their spokesperson for thirteen million a year.

But this was only a possibility. First, the domain of Daoist arts depended on the stone chamber, which was highly restrictive.

Earlier, it took me a while to feel that overwhelming pressure. Now, as soon as I entered the dark space, the terror pressed in on me.

Chen Zhiming smiled and said, “Mr. Fair, we’re having a gathering here tonight. I hope you’ll accommodate us.” He remembered the game trailer would be played later, so he politely requested.

This matter had to be addressed by him first, to establish a precedent. If others recounted what happened last night, who knows what the story would become.

Jingxian’s build was sturdy, but compared to the red parrot, far inferior. The red parrot, in its early thirties, was at the height of its vigor, racing across the land. Jingxian could manage two laps, but soon his chest heaved like a bellows, gasping for breath. If he slowed, he received a smack on his backside.