Chapter 71: The Music Classroom

Yang Zheng felt a pang of concern seeing Lü Xinqiong gasping for breath. He gently patted her back and handed over the breakfast he had prepared in advance on his phone.

In the corridor, Chen Miao and Ma Mingyuan encountered the bodies of four bodyguards: two had been murdered while patrolling, and the other two were dozing in their chairs.

It was precisely this vulnerability that persuaded Chen Miao to meet with Mrs. Lu, to see if cooperation was possible. If she failed to meet his requirements, he would not force the issue.

"Don't move, any of you. I'll wash my hands and help with the move," Chu Nanyang said, dropping his canvas bag and heading straight for the faucet. He washed his hands with soap, then splashed cold water on his face.

"With Professor Lan dead, isn't the rescue plan of the Central Bureau completely shelved?" Old Fan remarked.

Even that Royal Zodiac Family—Yin Chen dared not enter—but fortunately, when Huang Dao Sheng and his people grew up outside the Great Ruins, they could not control themselves and ended up revealing secrets about the Thousand Paths Web.

What no one expected was that, almost immediately, Li Tianming climbed out from the rubble.

Back then, Chong Guangming suspected that his son Chong Zhixin's death was linked to Lin Fan.

"Using the blood of the Mirror Bearer as a medium... then... it should be... all right," the master said, clearly having forgotten what he wanted to say after being interrupted by Zou Qing, so he stopped talking altogether.

On the mountainside stood a graceful young gentleman, smiling, holding a folding fan. His robes danced silently, even his black hair was lifted in an arc by the breeze.

If the giant wolf was a mid-tier first rank, Zhang Fei would have been devoured long ago, and such luck would never have befallen him.

Thus, in utter desperation, Gongsun Wujie had no choice but to abandon his home and business, quietly traveling to a distant land. Eventually, he settled incognito on the remote Island of Blazing Fire, hidden amidst the vast sea.

Lin Qingxuan hurriedly grabbed Shangguan Mei's left hand. Looking up, he saw a massive whirlpool ahead, spanning dozens of yards, rotating rapidly, drawing all nearby water towards it.

Taishi Ci wasted no words, thrusting his spear straight at Wang Ben, who parried and counterattacked. Seeing Wang Ben's skill, Taishi Ci buckled down, engaging him in earnest combat.

The desolate streets were covered in wild grass, pushing the pavement into uneven mounds. Climbing plants had overgrown, wrapping nearby buildings tightly, casting everything in a gloomy pall.

Two men and one demon traveled together for over half an hour. Suddenly, Lin Qingxuan felt his body lighten; a suction force surged ahead, and the rushing water swept him along.

Yet Yang Yuting's assault was not over. Blood whips soared upwards, stretching out in an instant, aiming to entangle Zhang Fei.

Suddenly, a pair of strong hands gripped her jaw, forcing her to look up. His chilling gaze pierced her, as if trying to see through her soul. Mu Qingrou's eyes glistened with moisture, a barely detectable streak of stubbornness flickered across her gaze.

Although Ning Chengye actively testified about the Jiang family's crimes, he had committed many mistakes to gain Jiang Lao's trust, all of which were held tightly as leverage against him.

Di Chongxiao followed the scent, swiftly leaving the dense forest, landing atop a tree to observe the battle unfolding on the riverbank: the Hundred Flowers sisters were fighting over thirty foes. The bloody aroma wafted from their wounds.

An elder of a certain family spoke up. He did not boast, but his requirements for accepting disciples were enough to deter most cultivators.

Divine artifacts were powerful, but the three could not fully wield their strength, the greatest drawback to ushering in the new era ahead of time.

Xu's awe was not surprise; from Tang Yunbin and the others, he saw a familiar shadow—the very image of himself as a god of war in the celestial realm.

After observing, hearing the clamor and noise around him, Yan Zheng frowned, nudged Tang Hai beside him, and asked in a low voice.

With a 'pfft,' several Japanese men spat fresh blood again, while the modern tycoon looked deathly pale.

Frenzied fans stormed a certain network's microblog, flooding the comment section with tens of thousands of posts per second, sending the scene into chaos.

It must be noted: the First Lady sat alone in the rear courtyard, Mrs. Zhang rising in status. Her husband swaggered through the outer court, making it impossible for anyone to stab the First Lady in the back, destroy their own prestige, and sever their path to glory.

Lin Yi stroked his chin, not actually pondering George Hill's words but thinking about something else. Seeing Lin Yi deep in thought, George Hill assumed he had convinced him, lay back comfortably, and waited for Lin Yi's answer.

"Well, it's not quite what you think. I was just exchanging pleasantries," Lin Chen said with a smile.

The one he embraced and kissed was momentarily stunned, her mind going blank. A blush gradually spread across her cheeks, burning hot.

This inner chamber, aside from her and Green Trace, admitted few maids. Those of unknown origin were certainly not allowed.

"What is it?" Wenren Qianjue noticed his complexion paling, a thin sheen of sweat appearing.

This was one reason why the Shui family dared to search for Chen Tian so openly in Xuantiang City. If the Shui family went on strike, the front lines would collapse, a crisis the royal family would never allow.

"Luo Jie, I know everything you want to say. What else is there to discuss?" An Muqing asked. Over the years, she had come to know Luo Jie so well—his every look and gesture revealed his meaning.

Xu Yueqing sneered, her face thick with sarcasm, cutting off Zhuo Xiangyu's apology. She took Zhuo Nianqi upstairs. Zhuo Nianqi glanced complexly at Zhuo Xiangyu, then followed Xu Yueqing without hesitation.

"So the alchemists banded together to exclude you, making it impossible for you and your mentor to survive?" Chen Tian followed up, speculating.

With that, countless cameras and lenses turned to Zheng Chuxue, as a swarm of journalists crowded to interview her, digging for sensational news.

While most residents still slept, the front of Dalaran Academy was packed. Even before dawn, crowds had gathered for the entrance tests—students and their accompanying parents alike.