Chapter 15

The thought of Lu Shuai instantly weighed heavily on my heart once again, and I silently followed behind Song Yang without saying a word.

“Congratulations to the boss on his release!” The row of young men in the Audi cars bowed in unison, saluting the young man.

No, absolutely not—this was a skill with no practical value in the real world. If he couldn’t enter the city team, he would have no choice but to give up. Six years of relentless training day and night would be wasted.

The corridor was lined with marble columns arranged in a circular formation. Passing through it, the view suddenly opened up to reveal a massive altar stretching before us.

More than a dozen people divided into two groups boarded two taxis and headed grandly toward the “First Rank Residence.”

Prince Duan smiled and mediated, “Mother, I’m happier than anyone that you and Zisu have reconciled! Knowing you get along harmoniously at home and care for each other lets me focus on my duties outside. Only then can I be fully attentive and not let assassins find a chance.”

He deliberately emphasized the words “elder sister” and “man,” his eyes fixed intently on Yun Chang’an, as if staring deep into his soul, causing unease to stir within him. Little did he know, that was not the end—Mu Liunian’s words had only just begun.

It was clear the second method was unusable. To determine if a ghost was pregnant, one could only touch or smell.

After seeing Xie Feng off, the three of them became much more disciplined, no longer disrupting class or bullying classmates. They obediently followed their peers in washing clothes, bathing, eating, and cleaning dishes, no longer shirking these chores onto the impoverished children who guided them.

Moreover, the main point was that neither of them could be considered my friend; I merely sat beside them, watching the spectacle.

The cooperation between Death Planet and the Burning Legion was very close; often, the Burning Legion captured people and then sent them to Death Planet.

Duan Jiangpeng did not argue but chuckled slyly, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth.

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“That’s not our fault then…” The burly man sneered arrogantly, gripping a steel pipe resting on his shoulder, tapping it slowly against his palm. Before he could finish speaking, a blur caught his eye.

Fang Minghua’s mouth twitched as he sensed the tension and quietly withdrew from the room, closing the door behind him.

“No,” the principal’s aged face flushed purple. He had hoped to persuade him with words, but Purple Emperor was completely uncooperative.

The director watched Su Qingran continue to explain at will with growing irritation. Then he glanced at Cen Fanxing, the newcomer artist, who remained remarkably composed despite receiving many slaps from an old man, never uttering a word in protest.

“My name is Purple Emperor; I suppose you’ve heard of the Celestial Spear,” Purple Emperor declared.

“Overlord! Impossible! The Upper-Order Dragon is royal kin of our dragon clan. You eating it would be improper! Besides, the Dragon God would be angry if he found out,” Dongfang Qian’s face paled in fear upon hearing that Ba Xia intended to devour Mu Qingshan.

It was autumn, and sparse peaches still hung on the branches, each plump and round. Ji Zhongda hurriedly helped Yao Bei up the ladder to pick peaches for her.

Then, with a bang, he slammed the door shut, not even glancing at Hua Qianli, who lay on the floor with tears streaming down her face.

“Clang clang clang clang.” The beads on the bracelet slipped from her hand onto the floor, producing crisp sounds.

Jin Lin stared blankly at Jin Yi, who was enveloped in a blue glow, murmuring the words of the previous speaker repeatedly. Gradually, a happy smile curved at the corner of his crescent-shaped lips.

She leapt upward into the flower’s core, sitting cross-legged as another circle of blue light surrounded her, magic converging. The flower’s core began to spin, and she witnessed strange visions around her.

The two Golden Core elders in the sky immediately grew uneasy. Ying Zhao was forever an insurmountable mountain above all Golden Core masters in Jiuzhou. Yet, they had already seized the cultivation resources of the Han and Wei families.

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“Splash,” as if someone jumped into the river. She nervously peeked out, and with a splash, a figure emerged from the water, grasping the boat’s edge and pulling themselves aboard.

This person had contacted the royal family of Chenzhou, attempting to leverage their influence to gain narrative control over the storm engulfing Zhanjing.

Yun Luoyao and her companions knew the Empress; whether they truly had any connection was uncertain. Fortunately, they did not provoke them, or things might have gone terribly wrong.

At that moment, twilight descended, draping the entire land in a thick veil of gray. Clouds surged and twisted like dragons and serpents, shifting between gray and black in bizarre forms. It was as if a ferocious beast bared its fangs and claws, revealing its most terrifying visage.

“Since you, immortal friend, are willing to impart your teachings, Mu Tian humbly accepts,” the opposing immortal Mu Tian raised his hand, signaling Ke Lan to strike first.

Four people and three horses entered Zheng Family Market. The local militia at the gate offered no inspection but greeted them respectfully. Inside, this courtesy continued; those who stepped forward to greet them were usually dignified individuals, while most merely stood reverently by the roadside, waiting for them to pass.

But this was Yizhi Temple; any phenomena could be understood as divine power, so their hearts were extraordinarily broad.

The buyers, rather than being enthusiastic for the auction, were more like they had been dazzled and fallen for a big scam.