Volume 1, Chapter 46: Do Not Fear, I Am Still Here

College life proved to be far more vibrant and bustling than Shu Wan had ever imagined.

She found herself caught between the frantic pursuit of academic credits and the demands of her "career."

Yes, she had eventually become the lead singer of the Concave-Convex Band.

The direct reason for her joining was Lan Lan's relentless combination of coercion and temptation, while the fundamental reason was simply her desire to make money.

Roaring furiously, Lin Shixiong lunged upward from below, catching the wolf chariot in his jaws as he began to scramble up the precipice.

Qin Lei had already returned to the carriage, but Erwa did not follow; he would set out a day later along with the remaining guards.

With another massive explosion, the pilot of the final mecha received an advance warning and ejected directly from the cockpit, soaring high into the air.

The old man scratched his head, paying no further heed to the two carriages that had just passed, and lowered his head to tidy up his herb stall.

Looking into Mo Yinchen's eyes, Su Qing saw a bright glimmer dancing within them. She could not tell if it was the moonlight reflecting off his pupils or the welling of tears. It must have been the moonlight, surely! How could Mo Yinchen possibly weep?

Xisuo Arui raised his palms and swept them left and right, instantly knocking the bows out of the hands of Chu Kuang and Chu Feng. Then, thrusting his hand forward, he grabbed Jiang Yiyun by the shoulder and hoisted her up with brute force, sending them both hurtling backward through the air.

"No matter where they're staying, we have to go right now. As long as there's a sliver of hope, we must check it out. Lead the way, we're leaving immediately." Finished speaking, Wuyang grabbed Zhang San and pulled him toward the door.

Chu Xiong's enthusiasm instantly cooled. The concept of time within the starry firmament was far too vast; by the time the Soul Martial Planet completely transformed into the primary star, thousands or even tens of thousands of years might have passed.

Renowned physicians from various nations were arguing fiercely to secure an opportunity to visit Paradise Island. Setting aside the chance to witness firsthand whether Feiyuan Corporation could genuinely cure these terminal illnesses as claimed, the island's breathtaking scenery alone was enough to make them flock there eagerly.

Yet the bitterness of that slap was something he feared could never be resolved. Qing Baichuan clenched his fists, glared viciously at Chu Xiong, and then sped away.

Although Lin Zhi possessed the beauty and capability to potentially enter the imperial harem entirely on her own, cooperating with them would undoubtedly make the task much easier. Furthermore, their demands were modest, and the price Lin Zhi had to pay was minimal—it was a thoroughly win-win approach.

A cup of tea's duration later, Guo Xiaoru regained consciousness, staring blankly at Wu Hao as if harboring profound doubts about the nature of existence.

The moment Tang An first laid eyes on the man, he actually found him somewhat familiar. At that precise moment, Na Na's voice chimed in his mind: Shen Xinghai, the younger brother of Shen Xingchen, the legitimate eldest heir of the Shen clan. He had quite a reputation among the aristocratic youths for his ruthless methods and cunning demeanor.

Later on, Lao Bai shared a crucial piece of information with Beizi, giving Beizi a sudden spark of inspiration regarding the white-collar worker's situation.

Having exhausted most of his backup longswords from his spatial ring during his previous trip outside the city, he needed to procure a fresh batch.

This era was a uniquely extraordinary one. Following the reinstatement of the national college entrance examination in the late nineteen-seventies, the state introduced the juvenile class initiative to address the prolonged shortage of talent. Its purpose was to select adolescents with exceptional intelligence, driven psychologically to varying degrees by the lingering influence of the Great Leap Forward era.

"..." I had considered all of these methods and actually felt they were viable, but judging by their attitude, they probably just dismissed it as a malicious prank.

"Let's declare a truce for now, take care of this thing, and then settle our personal scores," Tang An said. Consecutive bolts of thunder and fire erupted from his hands, lashing toward the dark shadow. Yet within the dark domain, the Night Emperor reigned supreme, and the shadow evaded the attacks almost effortlessly.

Without delay, An Ran issued a quest to eliminate the members of the Black Wind Sand Bandit Syndicate, stipulating that the top three players with the highest kill counts would receive generous rewards. This naturally ignited the competitive spirit of the players. Although some might resort to backstabbing one another to secure a spot in the top three, it did nothing to hinder their enthusiasm for wiping out the bandits.