Volume 1, Chapter 62: Going to Rent a Hotel Room to Sleep

"I am doing this for your own good."

Fu Yunzhen gazed at her with deep, profound eyes. "Let me give you another piece of advice: any man who approaches you has ulterior motives. Don't fall for their tricks!"

The triangular symbol grew stronger simply by absorbing the water element. The more it absorbed, the stronger it became, with neither limits nor bottlenecks. There was no way of knowing just how vast the concentration of the water element was within this crystal.

Ever since birth, Wang Feier had suffered from a frail constitution and a weak physique. When she was five years old, she suddenly lost consciousness, remaining in a coma for many days before slowly waking up. Ever since then, she would fall into these inexplicable comas at regular intervals.

Gongsun extended a slender index finger, gently and rhythmically tapping it against his chin.

Thirty seconds later, other than a lingering pallor on his face, Kankuro was almost indistinguishable from a normal person.

"By daring to come here today, you are seeking your own death!" came the voices from the direction of the dozen or so bishops. It was as if a long-suppressed anger had finally transformed into triumphant arrogance at this very moment.

Instead of entering the room right away, Lu Fan walked off in one direction along the side. He wanted to determine whether these rooms were truly infinite or merely an optical illusion.

It was only then that Qi Yuanzhang realized she was not afraid of him, but rather of the very words she had spoken.

However, though few people frequented this place, in terms of safety, it was far superior to the outside world.

"Senior, why can't the first round of the competition include bonus tasks?" Yukihira watched the arena as Fu Xiujun and Anier approached their respective workstation tables and began writing down their planned dishes on the forms.

Suddenly, Mu Guiying thrust out with a reverse-horse spear strike. According to the theatrical choreography, she was to slay the Princess of Western Xia. Her long spear lunged toward the princess, who raised her weapon to parry, only to be knocked off her horse.

Originally, he could have remained high and mighty, but because of a momentary flash of disdain a few days ago, he had been reduced to such a wretched state.

Upon seeing his cousin run off into the distance together with Qin Yuan, Mu Yuanfan cursed inwardly. He desperately coveted Qin Yuan's stone tablet, yet it was painfully obvious that Qin Yuan would never sell it easily. That left him with no choice but to resort to extreme measures, yet right at this moment, Mu Feifei and Qin Yuan were growing closer and closer.

This was because the spell was the supreme pursuit technique of the spiritual path, created by Xu Mo's master over the course of more than eight hundred years. As long as the target did not exceed the boundaries of the spiritual realm, it could track them down at will.

To make the combat appear even more spectacular, and fueled by the cheering and encouragement of the audience which drove their adrenaline and excitement to new heights, they departed from conventional Peking Opera performances and pulled out all their signature moves.

Almost simultaneously, three bloody holes appeared on the sides of its gills, and three teeth burst through the skin. Its mouth was tightly bound by the heavy net, leaving it with only this bloody method to break free.

Without wasting any further time, Qi Yun charged directly forward and departed from the place.

Wu Fan accepted interviews with several reporters. When asked about his career plans following graduation, Wu Fan stated that he intended to dedicate himself to further research and study, while simultaneously participating in social construction to contribute his own modest strength.

That was the fact that Qin Yuan could manipulate the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation with such casual ease. Anyone could figure out without much thought that he must be exceptionally familiar with it—so familiar that his understanding vastly surpassed everyone present.

"High-speed thrust!" Seizing the opportunity of the opponent's vulnerability, Allen's one-handed sword pierced straight through Dick's left arm. The moment he withdrew the blade, Allen caught sight of the shattered bones within. The punctured arm no longer had the strength to grip the greatsword; with a loud "clatter," the heavy weapon dropped to the ground.

Perhaps being a trainee was grueling, especially transitioning from a novice with a weak foundation into a trainee at a company teeming with fierce competitors. Lin Qihua understood all too well what that bitter taste felt like.