Chapter 82 The Class Monitor’s Cup
Lin Mengqiu had originally been studying in her room. But after receiving a message from Chen Shian saying he would bring her some wild mushrooms, she could no longer concentrate on her books. It wasn’t that she was particularly craving the wild mushrooms; she simply had this quirk—once she promised someone she would do something later, she found it impossible to focus on anything else until that event had passed. If that troublesome priest had told her the exact time he’d arrive, at least—
“Enough, Junior Sister Li, if you can’t remember, just let it be. There’s no need to dwell on it,” Wang Yueru said softly as she stroked her head in comfort.
Airships began to land on the deck one after another. There were only a handful of familiar faces—Bai Yi and Wu Xuanming were acquaintances, but the rest were strangers, each with an air of arrogance, unwilling to yield to anyone. Some even shot provocative glances at disciples from other sects, and even the Buddhist cultivators sent representatives.
A startled cry echoed in the depths of Yun Yu’s mind, and his face instantly became blank and dazed.
But the trouble was, my attempt to dodge was too abrupt—Night Cry noticed something amiss! Just as it bit into the corpse wrapped around Hidden Child, it warily turned its head toward me.
He had thought it would take at least a month for things to progress further, yet less than half a day had passed before an astonishing development occurred. The powerful Nascent Soul cultivators, who had only just dispersed, were once again gathering together.
If he were to face that giant, Wang Hou reckoned he could only withstand two or three moves at best.
This time, Wang Hou planned to merge the Martian Exotic World into the universe controlled by Takashiro Yuriko.
“Nonsense! Do I look like I’m joking with you?” Ye Zhuo glared at Lai San, barking at him.
“Fellow cultivators, the reason you have all been summoned here today is because there is a matter of upholding justice that requires your assistance.”
He had worried they might become careless upon seeing something valuable and had intended to remind them to be cautious, but upon hearing the words of his two uncles, Ye Zhuo realized he had underestimated their insight and foresight.
Tomorrow, once the funeral was over and Fu Sizhe’s body was cremated, everything would finally come to an end.
As mealtime approached, with no money on him and needing to inform Violet Rose at the theater, Zhang Tianyi walked straight toward the playhouse.
The man regained his sight, only to find himself plummeting toward a lush, verdant continent.
Standing in the camp, Bloodhand sensed movement from the God of the Divine Kingdom and began to make his way there.
As everyone worked together to carry the rosewood chair outside, Zhou Tian and Wei Zizhe happened to pass by, each carrying a large bundle of straw.
In truth, Wang Zhi’s true strength was far more than fifteen thousand men. He had a main fleet stationed in Songpu Port, numbering around twenty-three thousand, but for various reasons, he hadn’t dispatched them to the Songhu battlefield; otherwise, Hu Zongxian would have been utterly overwhelmed.
Xiao Han and the others were struck with dread. Looking around, they saw smoke and dust billowing, flags snapping in the wind, and countless monstrous demon soldiers surging forward like a raging tide.
“To open up the chaos and create a new world, one must split the chaos itself,” Taiyi thought, unleashing all his power to cleave open the chaos. As the chaos was torn apart, it began to unravel.
Du Yan hadn’t had a chance to speak when he saw Qian Xing’s eyes widen in astonishment, just like the day before.
With a fierce glare, the middle-aged man and his companion supported each other and sat down.
Upon hearing the shocking exchange rate, Li Aili grabbed hold of Wentisani, who was about to head to the currency exchange.
“Your laws are so defiant of the heavens—how can I not withstand them?” Feeling Ye Yang’s power grow ever more terrifying, Ye Tian was left in utter awe.