Volume 1, Chapter 57: The Main Hall

Wang Yiyi clung to me like a plaster, refusing to leave no matter how I tried to drive her away. Having no other choice, I simply stopped paying attention to her.

After finishing breakfast, I sat in my chair, pondering why the acupuncture points I had been studying over the past two days failed to yield significant effects in actual combat.

Seeing me alternate between furrowing my brows and falling into deep thought, Wang Yiyi did not dare to disturb me.

After consuming a vast amount of lethal poison, Tang Ming made the miserable discovery that the Dantian of the mutated dust Gu still showed no signs of a breakthrough. Instead, the Dantian of the normal dust Gu began to break through under the stimulation of the toxins.

"Senior, are you alright?" Shen Yan squatted down to look at the battered Yaksha, asking with concern.

If he could subjugate the entire barbarian race for his own use and acquire a fiercely loyal and formidable army... Huo Bao smiled inwardly at the very thought.

Frowning slightly, Ye Yan realized the severity of the situation, especially since it involved foreign personnel and a special envoy had already been dispatched.

No matter what, whenever Ye Fei caught sight of Chen Xuance's flashy center-parted hair and Fu Gui's foolish, honest smile, his mood instantly improved.

At that moment, a girl in her dormitory still possessed some conscience. Seeing Wu Mengmeng in such a state, she quickly covered for her and explained things to the attending teacher to prevent that short-tempered Professor Mao from giving her a failing grade for attendance.

The military colleagues who had been patrolling the perimeter intended to cheer at the sight, but suddenly choked their shouts back into their throats. When the seemingly soft black shadow made contact with the sword blade, it produced a crisp sound like colliding steel and a burst of sparks, resulting in Demeyer's sword being knocked flying out of his hand.

Just as Silla treated the situation as a formidable enemy and mobilized troops toward the border, a clandestine meeting targeting Silla was secretly underway in Pyongyang, Goguryeo.

Upon hearing this name, Jian Chen remained unruffled, but Ling Wei's killing intent instantly soared. Discovering that An Lushan might be entirely unaware of the events from five years ago, the primary target of his revenge shifted right back to Hidden Soul.

Chasing and fleeing, the two engaged in a fierce grapple. This stalemate lasted for a long time—so long that Ling'er felt her physical strength was about to give out. Suddenly, Zhao Heping, who had been wrestling with Old Man Liu, delivered a fierce kick and successfully sent Old Man Liu tumbling down the cliff.

Some wealthy live-streamers also showered Liu Wei and his companions with generous tips, demanding that they follow the doll down into the basement.

"Qin Ren, Zhao Zhaogang, you are celebrating too early. Do you really think you will be safe once you enter the martial arts secret realm? That is a pipe dream. I will never let your plan succeed."

Therefore, on the afternoon of the seventh day, King Juan sent messengers to summon Jia Zhengjin and the others back to the palace, interrupting their thoroughly enjoyable time.

"Brother, I think this moniker of 'Timely Rain' is quite undeserved," Wu Song said, emboldened by the alcohol.

"Get lost, get lost, get lost!" Li Qianmei's master suddenly whirled around and roared at the howling elder. Erupting with the cultivation base of a celestial decline tribulation, a thunderous roar shook the air, causing the elder to continuously spew blood. His body flew backward like a kite with a snapped string, his physical form violently disintegrating with a loud pop, while his nascent soul shrieked and fled in a panic.

I wasn't sure if it was a bulletproof vest, as ordinary folks like us never get to see such things, and I had only ever seen them in pictures. Since Zhang Youze was changing his clothes, I consciously turned my head away.

By the time those who sought to avenge the deceased chief chieftain attempted to retaliate, there was no trace of Li Zhishi to be found, leaving only a dazed Wu Zixu murmuring to himself.

Chen Zui was secretly ecstatic. Waiving ten thousand yuan was merely casting a long line to catch a big fish, and the tactic had indeed worked like a charm—in less than a minute, the big fish had taken the bait.

When he could no longer suppress the urge and looked up at King Jian of Qi, he found the latter squinting, a faint smile spreading across his face—the very expression he always wore whenever Zhang Feng flattered him—as if he were finally about to speak.