Chapter 40: Annoying Behavior

Yu Zhisheng took the megaphone, glaring with a cold face at the overly enthusiastic fans. "If you continue like this, the four of us will ask the head fan clubs to strip away your fan status and post your actions in the fandom group chats."

"We are very glad that you came to see us, on the condition that you do not cause a negative impact here."

He handed the megaphone to Zhong Guoxing.

Zhong Guoxing gently tapped the megaphone before saying in a stern voice, "If there are any fans of mine among you, please step back—"

Millions of years had passed. To her, life was merely a number. Possessing eternal life, she refused to be trapped here for a lifetime. She wanted to gaze upon the vibrant outside world and experience the mortal realm's myriad emotions, its warmth and coldness, its sentiments and attachments.

At this moment, everyone could not help but wonder: was this orchestrated by the academy on purpose? Otherwise, for two individuals deemed immensely powerful to both make it into the top ten—if this were said to be a coincidence, it would simply be too far-fetched.

The title of Shizhong—attendant to the emperor—involved being by the ruler's side, entering and leaving the imperial palace, and participating in court politics. It gradually evolved into a trusted and prestigious office, comparable in political standing to members of a modern supreme standing committee.

"There are many enemies, and countless people want to kick you out of the exercise. Even you yourself said that facing them head-on is no match. Since we are still in the central zone, how do you plan to deal with them?" Xiao Lin asked, pouting her red lips.

"Everything is within my calculations!" Although William said this, he had just coughed up a mouthful of blood from the beating.

It wasn't just shock; what was even more astonishing was that his fist had been pierced right through, yet not a single drop of blood welled up. Was this merely a bluff?

Fang Qianxue was nearing forty, dignified and graceful, looking much younger than her actual age. In her youth, she had been a celebrated beauty. A week before Zhang Yang's accident, Zhang Yang's grandfather had suffered a recurrence of his heart disease and was hospitalized. Although his condition had long since stabilized, he still required quiet recuperation. Fang Qianxue had just come from the old man's quarters, and her expression appeared somewhat weary.

"Please speak, My Lord," Xu Yin said. Although he was merely an envoy, he still possessed a certain degree of autonomy. After all, nobody knew how many days a round trip would take; dawdling too much would simply waste time.

Fresh ink marks remain as the brush sweeps across the paper, and a few plum blossom spots are most endearing. I wish to borrow the wind of heaven to blow them far away, turning every household's lane into spring.

Suppressing his feelings, Yue Yi said in a deep voice, "Go search and see if there are any survivors." With that, the soldiers, organized into squads of five, systematically searched the entire Tianhu Town. Consciously or unconsciously, they all avoided the corpses of the deceased.

The dagger gleamed with a silvery light—whether from some inherent property or the reflection of the moonlight—and viciously stabbed right into the glabella of that ghostly face.

It was rumored that Tianji Sect, one of the three major sects, had been attacked right at its doorstep, and even some elder-level figures had sustained injuries during the battle.

In truth, Li Batian himself rarely used innate magical artifacts. After all, when unleashing his full power, ordinary innate magical artifacts simply could not withstand the reinforcement of his spiritual energy and were highly likely to shatter.

Across the land, fine and bizarre cracks spread continuously, resembling a horrifying, grotesque spiderweb.

Xu Dong: "Stop flattering yourself. Such a situation will never happen. Who do you think you are?"

The two walked hand in hand up the mountain. Miao Long's manor was built halfway up the mountain slope, and it was the only estate in such a high place. Ordinary Miao ethnic families gathered in clusters at the foot of the mountain, creating an artistic conception of stars revolving around the moon.

"Fuck me... I..." Dongfang Wushuang's aggrieved eyes welled with tears. Heavily influenced by the thought of saving face, he managed to force the tears back down.

If it weren't for the fact that Lü Tianming possessed decent talent and a temporary impulse to befriend him, Xiao Zhan wouldn't have bothered to speak so much with him. But now it seemed that Lü Tianming was far too guarded against him; continuing the conversation would be completely meaningless.

Xiao Ming scolded, "What Marquis and Lord? You just go around spouting nonsense. Forget it, Old Qian, I know what you mean. Go pick some men to help you haul the cannonballs!" Qian Bianeguang's eyes narrowed into slits with joy, and after shouting a cheerful "You got it!", he vanished from sight.