Chapter 127: I'm not late, am I, Class Monitor?

After the Autumnal Equinox, the sun rose much later.

At five o'clock in the morning, with the sky still steeped in deep indigo, Chen Shi'an rose early as was her habit. A faint mist permeated the city. The leaves of the plants on the balcony were still beaded with night dew, and the air held a slight chill. A black cat jumped onto the balcony and let out a yawn.

The cat looked back into the house. The lights were on in the living room, and Chen Shi'an was walking out of the room, carrying a bamboo winnowing basket. Inside the basket were neatly arranged dried cypress leaves, pine needles, and pinecones.

"It's alright, I'm not injured; I've simply exhausted too much of my internal energy. I can rest in the vehicle while we continue our journey later," Ye Feng said with a faint smile, his tone brooking no argument. After all, the zombies had failed to appear, and any further explanation would only make Xia Lu think less of him.

However, for that third-rank quasi-saint, being suppressed by Zhu Qi in this manner was a humiliation. The opponent had not even entered the first-rank quasi-saint realm, yet he, a third-rank quasi-saint, was being suppressed like this. How could he possibly endure it?

Generally speaking, unless one was an existence beyond the ninth level like the Blood River, no matter how many came, they would only meet their deaths.

Then, looking at the ugly man who was now wearing an expression of displeasure, Ye Mei did not say a word. He clenched a fist and began to pummel the man's head with a series of rhythmic, heavy blows.

In addition to the compressed biscuits, Ye Feng also divided half of the antibiotics and other medical supplies from the survival kit among them.

After speaking, Jian Yi did not even glance at the expressions of Su Yang and Ouyang Zhenhua; he turned and returned to the spectator stand.

"What is that?" The Qing soldiers, who had been pressing their entire bodies against the rear boards of the shield carts, muscles tensed in anticipation of the iron shards and gravel from the tiger-crouching cannons, found themselves without an opponent. They looked toward the sky in bewilderment, having never seen such rolling bundles of bedding before.

As long as Ulysses remained a Marshal, he could still throw his weight around. But if Ulysses could no longer protect him... well, we shall see.

Between the options of being eliminated or holding the team back, Lin Yuyu would choose the former without hesitation. She did not regret the current situation; on the contrary, the corners of her mouth curled into a smile, and she felt quite pleased.

Future Technology Company was already excellent, but as a company established less than two years ago, there were bound to be some issues.

Di Jun had no moves to parry; he could only hurriedly channel his qi to block, relying on his inner strength as a god to take the blow head-on.

Amber was ultimately no match for Coral's strength, not to mention that Coral possessed Nen abilities; her basic application alone was enough to crush Amber.

"This is no time for petty squabbles. The power of the talismans cannot be maintained for long; we must resolve this quickly." Ishido Kasumi stepped forward. Although she was also dissatisfied with the attitude of the people from the Supernatural Disaster Countermeasures Office, now was not the time to be driven by emotion.

In this land of rain, it was a landmark building. The structure, with its pyramid-like shape and the giant crocodile roof, was simply too conspicuous.

"Mr. Yue, there's no time!" Seeing that it was too late to retrieve the sword and watching the King of Sala Trees closing in, Yan Luo simply hoisted Yue Ao onto his back and turned to sprint toward the Sea of the Underworld.

The ferryman dared not refuse. He knew very well that he was worth even less than the messenger bird; if he wanted to live, he had to ferry them across.

But this time was different. Yang Yong had sufficient capital and rich experience, having slogged through the storage auction industry for over two months.

A flicker of shock passed through Xia Houyuan's eyes; he had assumed they would be able to join the battle as soon as the great war began.

There was even another unknown force helping her smooth out potential obstacles.

Since Liu Guangtong returned to the capital and resumed control of the Eastern Depot, he had been very busy these past few days and had not seen much of the officials he used to be close with.

It was ironic, in a way. To be the least liked yet the most trusted—these were contradictory states, but this was precisely how Emperor Zhiyou felt toward Empress Qian.