Chapter 131: The So-Called Will of the People

The impoverished commoners hold scholars in the highest regard; they are the most industrious and aspiring group among them. Yet, faced with the three great mountains of feudalism, landed gentry, and noble clans, the powerless peasantry have no means of resistance. They are destined to live generation after generation within the rules set by the nobility, only to enter the world in tears and depart it in misery. Now, His Highness the Crown Prince, in his benevolence, is willing to allow their children to...

Leng Kuang ignored all of this. Just as the Green Demon’s body tightened and its defenses faltered due to the pain, he stomped hard on the ground and vaulted to the top of the creature’s head.

"Is that so?" Batian dashed rapidly to the spot where Lin Feng had just been standing, then raised his greatsword and slammed it fiercely into the ground. Sword energy surged, tearing forward in a straight line.

Chen Tianyi took Tang Ya to the nearest hospital. Her wrist wound was bandaged, and as she looked at the gauze, she gently pulled her sleeve down; if her mother found out, it would only lead to a bout of heartache.

Indeed! The person who arrived was none other than Xu Yang’s mother. Unable to stay in the house any longer, she had defied her husband’s objections and resolutely appeared before Xu Yang.

When it comes to the speed of strength cultivation, human powerhouses often require thousands or tens of thousands of years to reach a barely usable level, but what about the Star Beast clan?

Only Du Lingxi remained silent. He knew the inside story; Du Tong had instructed him not to say a word. Although he felt stifled, he had kept his silence for many days.

In that case, for a Foundation Establishment cultivator to deal with five peak Qi Refining cultivators, while it might not be easy, defeating them would be no problem at all.

Nodding, Titch was a man who rewarded and punished clearly. Since his subordinates had achieved such excellent results, their merits had to be recognized; otherwise, in such a disadvantaged position, the sect would collapse even faster.

A dull thud echoed, followed by a miserable shriek from the youth in silk. In mid-air, a flash of blood appeared. The youth’s right arm had been severed clean at the shoulder. The detached limb spun through the air, tracing a brilliant arc before crashing to the ground.

Rows of ballistae were quickly tightened, and following a chorus of twanging strings, thousands of spears carrying terrifying power bombarded the body of the King of the Chu-Long God at extreme velocity.

"No, miss, this is not ordinary pollen; it is Night-Blooming Jasmine pollen," Su Niang finally spoke.

"Since you have already seen through it, there is no point in me pretending any longer." Having said this, Lv Zhu moved a few steps closer to the bed. She cast a glance at Yun Shu as if by accident before walking over to sit at the table to the side.

As soon as Old Bai said this, everyone present lit up, the flames of gossip igniting instantly. They cast threatening glares at Old Bai, making him break out in a cold sweat.

He had thought it was Zhao Ya who had arrived, but it was Li Shu instead, and the outcome of Li Shu’s visit would be quite different from Zhao Ya’s.

"Second brother, are you not done yet?" Sabins and Long Yiyao walked in. They had been waiting outside for a long time and, seeing no sign of him, had come to check.

It was supposed to be New Year’s Eve, a day for family reunion; no one could have imagined it would turn into this situation.

Unfortunately, fate did not grant her this simple wish. To her, these hellish days seemed to have no end.

In fact, in the beginning, his godfather, his father, and his grandfather had all sought him out behind his mother’s back.

Guo Chang was not ugly, just average in appearance; "unremarkable" was the perfect word to describe her soul.

"No, the Strike and the Aegis are entangled; we would hit Kira by mistake!" Murrue immediately vetoed Natarle’s suggestion. If the main cannon were fired now, Kira would surely die.

He scanned the faces of every passenger through the rearview mirror, finally fixing his gaze on the lawyer in the third row—the man in the suit with slicked-back hair, who kept glancing at his watch.