Chapter 106: The Class President Soaring with Happiness

After buying groceries at the market, the unconventional young Taoist again led the obedient class monitor through a secluded alley on their way back.

Emerging from the alley, it was precisely the moment when the sunset blazed most brilliantly.

Lin Mengqiu lifted her gaze to watch the ever-changing hues of the evening sky—the rose-red clouds slowly swallowed by orange, then new golden-red clouds surging forth from behind the buildings. Suddenly, the unease she felt while passing through the dark alley seemed to be entirely dispelled by this unexpected splendor.

This Zhang Teng was not even twenty years old! At such an age, no matter how gifted he was, how could he have already surpassed the late stage of a Martial Saint and reached the pinnacle of that realm?

The two—First Protector and Heavenly Sword—had only covered a third of their journey when they heard a voice that was part inquiry, part warning.

Meanwhile, amid the conversation between Elder Changlong and Elder Changtian, another Northern White Ape let out a pitiful howl before succumbing to the Heavenly Sword’s Snow Spirit Blade.

The seven bolts of thunder that shot forth once more showed no sign of waning power, as if they possessed inexhaustible strength within.

Then, visibly exhilarated, she immersed herself even more deeply in displaying her most beautiful dance, striving to outshine the graceful fluttering of the colored butterflies.

In sharp contrast to Lin Guohao’s sullen face—he looked as if Shen Xiao owed him money—Shen Xiao sat there relaxed and content, a light, triumphant smile playing on his lips.

The wolfman’s long claws slashed fiercely, conjuring a ferocious wolf spirit that lunged at the Sorcerer Saint Han with lightning speed.

“Stop the damn nonsense. After walking for days without washing, of course I smell bad. As an Interpol agent, can’t you handle this little hardship?” Lu Ziming didn’t bother putting on shoes, letting his natural scent spread freely. He felt unusually comfortable.

Suddenly, a killing intent enveloped the surroundings, followed by a voice as cold as death itself.

Xiran, who knew the human body inside out, naturally understood which parts were most sensitive.

The man’s handsome face was serene, as noble and refined as ever. “Xibai,” he called softly, his voice tender and unceasing—as if no amount of utterance could be enough.

“Enough. Let’s think about how to handle this losing situation later,” Gu Dahuo muttered, his face drooping as he sighed.

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“Is it a guess, or are you certain?” The young man didn’t turn his head, calmly watering the plants.

Since Xibai kept her eyes closed, her emotions were unreadable, but her furrowed brows clearly showed her rejection of him.

Suddenly feeling even sadder, afraid he might see through her feelings, she lowered her gaze and fell silent.

Trying to unravel the tangled thoughts in her mind, Chu Yun wiped the thin sweat of anxiety from her forehead and reassured herself that things might not be as bad as she feared. Her legs weak, she leaned against the wall and listened intently to the situation outside.

Cao Ruoxi said nothing—she simply couldn’t speak. Though no glass shards were in her throat, it felt as if it had been torn to shreds, the pain so sharp that even her silent cries were voiceless.

Yet Cao Ruoxi never entertained such despair. She firmly believed Fu Ye would awaken, and she passed this conviction to her entire family.

The Chaotic Demon Star Domain was part of the demon realm, occupying nearly 40% of its territory. Among the ten Demon Emperors, three ruled almost 40% of the land. It might seem odd, but they had powerful backers.

Still, it couldn’t be ignored, for formidable forces gathered there.

Tang Yi approached and draped his windbreaker over her shoulders without a word. The warmth surprised Zhao Chuning, stirring her heart. Seeing he wore only a shirt beneath, she silently made room with one hand to remove her own coat.

The door slammed open with a bang, and a streak of red shot out. My uncle was about to run toward the door with me, but instinctively, I tugged the rope, and a scream immediately pierced the air.

“My grandfather was once a retainer of the An family; you just don’t understand,” Nan Zheng explained.

Due to a severe lack of martial cultivation, he was overwhelmed by the various ultimate moves of a master like Xiongba.

I suddenly realized my grandmother was a wise woman in life. People called her superstitious, but she was far from ignorant—that was one of the reasons I admired her.

Fan Hui hadn’t expected She Yu to slap her. Caught off guard, she only came to her senses seconds after the blow.

Wei Jiahui didn’t know when Zhang Jin began paying attention to Wen Zhaolun. But since this was the writer’s choice, he planned to investigate. If Wen Zhaolun didn’t fit Ding Youkang’s character, he would still cast Guo Jian’an.

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Each time, she came with hope, yet left with disappointment and reluctance.

Crossing the water curtain gate, Chen Hao’s eyes brightened as he beheld a scene as ethereal as a fairyland.

From their conversation, this old woman was none other than the Tree Spirit Goddess—the spirit of the Tree of Life.

At the center of the silver fruit, a spot of blood-red was clearly visible. The silver fruit radiated dazzling light, making that red spot eerie and enchanting, instantly becoming the focal point of the gathering.

However, Lei Zhenting held no grudge against Tang Yi. He understood that the Western Heaven Sect had long harbored ill will toward the Heavenly Thunder Sect. Even without the abandoned infant and cradle, the Western Heaven Sect would have found a way to deal with the Heavenly Thunder Sect eventually.

At the same time, she said to the Demon Emperor, “This is a mental cultivation method I recently created. Remember to practice it daily.”

A pair of eyes flashed abruptly before him. The jackal demon had no time to cry out before a pitch-black big wolf lunged from behind a cage and bit the jackal demon’s neck.

Items in the cultivation world, much like mysterious heavy cotton, could weigh hundreds of pounds even if only fist-sized. Carrying such burdens was no easy task for Lv Mengmeng and her comrades.

In Ling Jiu’s memory, after Tang Fan saw her return home, Xu’s father locked her in the storage room—a place for stacking miscellaneous items that hadn’t been cleaned for some time and was quite filthy.

Turning to look at Gu Chen, he saw the neighboring villa deserted. This place was originally bought by Jiang Sichen for Bella, but now Bella was gone, and so was Jiang Sichen.

In the League of Legends setting, as long as a ranged hero launches a basic attack, even if the enemy has recalled or moved out of range, the projectile still follows the trajectory to hit the target.

Zhou Sen ran into the dining room and searched for a while before spotting Lin Xiafan looking at him. He scratched his nose, a little embarrassed, but Zhou Sen beckoned him over as if he had known in advance he would return and was waiting right there.

As a result, everyone regarded Zhong Ling with even greater reverence, their suspicion of his true identity deepening into an unfathomable mystery.