Chapter 98: My Father Won't Be Home Tomorrow (Thanks to Yang Yang Yang yyy, the Clan Leader)

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On Tuesday night, due to Teacher Ye’s engagement, there was a swap with the biology teacher, so tonight’s Friday evening self-study session included an English quiz.

In terms of learning English, Chen Shi’an’s progress had been accelerating. After a week of study, he had already memorized the first semester of the sophomore year English textbook.

Though it was still the first semester of sophomore year, the class’s actual pace had already surpassed halfway through the second semester.

Chen Shi’an estimated that by next week, his English studies would catch up with the rest of the class.

At this very moment, everyone had already returned to the city.

If the war master’s aura expanded outward, it meant that his life force was gradually ebbing away. Until the entire war master’s aura had spread from within Leng Manyan, his life would slowly fade... Therefore, Leng Manyan’s condition was extremely critical, teetering on the brink of death.

A few days ago, Zheng Fei summoned Ma Zhi and asked if he still had confidence in contacting the spy he had placed by Zhao Huan’s side, especially whether that person would continue to obey his orders.

“He said simply that he had become intimately close to Shen Duan, had seen Shen Duan’s delicate form with his own eyes, and to take responsibility for Shen Duan, he decided to marry her as his main wife. Upon hearing this, I was at a loss and had no choice but to agree,” the old emperor helplessly explained the reason behind this arranged marriage.

Seeing his daughter-in-law covered in blood, the Princess of Yan asked no questions. Since she had been ambushed, it was natural her daughter-in-law couldn’t escape unscathed. But since she was standing before them unharmed, it seemed the assailants had failed.

He took a pinch of cinnabar on his fingertip, rubbed it, then tasted it. It felt cool and sweet in the mouth, with a hint of bitterness and a slightly fishy aftertaste.

As the epiphyllum bloomed toward the full moon, releasing its first faint fragrance, Sang Qi arrived at the banks of the Luo River—the pier where Gu Pingchuan departed on a painted boat.

For those who had not yet broken through, the Law Seed realm was easily attained, but for those who had already crossed once, it was quite simple. In short, the difficult fail to pass, but those who know find it easy. With guidance from senior masters, one could break through effortlessly.

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“Chongyu, grandmother’s good grandson, are you awake?” The matriarch, upon seeing her grandson, could not help but cover her head and weep aloud.

Mu Xuanyang stayed behind to wait for the Sixth Grand Tutor to return to the manor and discuss the next steps.

With a “boom!” the ice flower was shattered into fragments by the Ghost King Flame. The shimmering blue shards drifted down like snowflakes, illuminated by the blood-red light radiating from the flame, creating a bizarre and splendid scene.

“Who’s disgusting? Say it again if you dare!” Xia Xuanji fixed a voracious glare on Ji Chen. Though she knew the Xia family couldn’t defeat Ji Chen, she still felt indignant.

“Of course, it depends on the condition of the soldiers. Go find Bai Zhi; we’ll accompany her to the military medic,” Ye Xin said urgently.

“All seven deadly sins have been conquered by me. I should be back to reality now,” Beidou murmured, feeling dizzy. Frankly, his spirit had been relentlessly battered. If he could return to the real world now, it would be best.

Other disciples struggled to climb up, but it was not as easy as it was for Ye Qingcheng. The stones above were too smooth. Xu Chuyun and Sun Yutong were supported by disciples below, while Ye Qingcheng pulled them up from above.

Hearing Ji Chen’s words, Ye Gaochi’s eyes flashed with surprise. Very few people in Su Province knew about cultivation families, yet Ji Chen in front of him actually did.

Everyone present suddenly had their pupils dilate as if exploding, even Gongsun Yangshuo’s eyes burned fiercely at this moment.

Hesitation benefited no one. Ji Chen was the strongest here. If a crisis arose, the greatest responsibility would fall upon him; otherwise, they would all die together.

Even though the middle-aged man reminded them that the cursed crossbow might have been swallowed by a big fish in the river, he firmly believed Yin Feng was not dead and searched along the river, suspended in the air.

“Go inside and speak,” Xiao Tian pointed at the big gate. Han Bing smiled, took out a disciple talisman to open it, and walked in without hesitation. Seeing no one around, Xiao Tian also entered.

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“Going all out!” Zhao Liu shouted as he charged at Ye Yanqing again. Ye Yanqing casually threw a punch, and Zhao Liu was sent flying once more.

He Yue looked at Yang Bing in puzzlement—how did she fall down and then jump back up? Wasn’t this letting Can Ye know they were faking? Can Ye was already difficult to deal with; now they had slipped up.

At the center of the Jiulong Tianyun Terrace stood nine divine dragon statues, representing the nine divine dragons of the Dragon Clan. The last one was only vaguely dragon-shaped, called the Forbidden Dragon, or the Origin Devouring Demon Dragon. In front of these statues rose a platform where the Dragon Lord and Dragon Elders stood.

That old man, Weng Yiping, cast a mysterious glance at everyone before laughing, “I am but unworthy! Some time ago, I intended to use silkworm thread and fire-melted crystal to forge a low-grade magical treasure; however, some mishap occurred midway, and in the end, I only managed to refine a twenty-four-layer supreme spiritual artifact—a defensive crimson robe called ‘Silkworm Fire-Melted Silk.’”

He Yue specially booked a large hotel near his home so that guests staying overnight would have lodging, ready to attend the engagement ceremony the next day.

Fortunately, the Chicheng Sect captured this boy and sent him back to Ying Kingdom. Master Taiqing, in gratitude, left Pang Qian a martial art manual.

Liu An wanted to tease Princess Ruyu, but with the Sixth Prince present, he could only stand there dazed, observing the two carefully. Upon closer look, they bore some resemblance—could they be siblings?

“Heh, of course I want to find the successor. Otherwise, why would I expend the last remnants of my primordial spirit to pull you into the Seven-Color Thunder Abyss? Yet I didn’t expect to drag in a demon instead. My divine inheritance must never fall into the hands of demons, lest they bring disaster upon all living beings,” Lei Yun said.