Chapter Eight: Becoming a Symbol of Shanghai’s Campus Culture (5,300 words)

If you were to ask a student at Fudan University in 1979 who the most famous person on that Shanghai campus was, the answer would be unequivocal.

It was undoubtedly Xu Chengjun.

A single song, "Waiting for Your Return in the Northern Village," had once again propelled Xu Chengjun to the pinnacle of popularity among the student body.

The next morning at Fudan, before the mist had cleared, the faint, delicate sound of a guitar drifted through the Songzhuang dormitory area. It was not Xu Chengjun playing. It was Zhou.

He Manzi felt a surge of delight, yet she insisted, "Director, how could we allow that? It was agreed that we would treat you; how could we let you foot the bill?" As she spoke, she turned to look at Gao Haoyu, who merely winked at her with a smile, as if he had anticipated this all along.

On stage, Huaining was clearly uncomfortable with the spectacle, appearing quite anxious and frightened. Huaining took the initiative to pick up the microphone and began the speech.

"Pfft!" The old sect leader turned pale and spat out a mouthful of crimson blood. Struck by a devastating blow, the Demon Refining Pot crushed the void, instantly reducing a building of the Qingling Holy Sect to ashes.

A flicker of irritation crossed Earl Lehman’s eyes. He cursed the damned wolf pup under his breath for being so talkative, but he dared not speak out at such a moment, forced instead to look toward Ye Tian with nervous anticipation.

As Ling Xiao spoke, he pointed his fan at Han Ming’s nose. Han Ming let out a cold snort, and the killing intent within him surged forth completely. Everyone around them shuddered involuntarily, let alone Ling Xiao.

"Fourth Elder, why are you always taking the side of outsiders?" Wang Lin looked at the elder—known as the Fourth Elder—with teary eyes, her face full of grievance.

He Manzi picked up a tissue to wipe her mouth and said, "I’m full. I’m leaving now!" Without waiting for Zhang Xiaohu to respond, she went to change her shoes.

Watching the expression on Qiu Ming’s face, Ye Feng paused for a moment. He chuckled lightly at Qiu Ming, waved his hand, and walked directly toward the elevator at the end of the corridor.

Someone was the first to drop their weapon, and once the movement began, the number of people following suit grew rapidly.

I felt as if I were slowly sinking into water, like a stone—no struggle, no sound. No matter how anxious I became, my body refused to obey, unable to move a single inch.

The walls built by the human race were mostly for show; however grand they might be, they could not withstand a full-force strike from powerhouses like them.

If Han Mingchao had been willing to explain things publicly later, there would have been no need for today’s statement. It seemed unlikely that this matter could be resolved through him. Because of this very issue, Li Linhai had faced unanimous questioning from shareholders at the general meeting.

Discovering that the newcomers were reinforcements, the Archimonde soldiers surrounding the portal erupted into enthusiastic cheers. It took quite some time for the five hundred Royal Infantry Knights to pass through the portal alone. Following them were two hundred Blood Guards under the command of Agamemnon.

The Ancestor of Spirit Martial knew that forcing Luo Chenlei to announce these resolutions was, in itself, a form of torture for him.

"Your question is truly sharp. However, I asked that same foolish question myself when I first arrived here, and I was laughed at by the seniors back then. Actually, I can answer you this way: these things aren't about true or false. It’s only a matter of new versus old."

The second reason—and the reason why many still choose to buy raw jade here despite the numerous rules—is that the quality of the raw material is absolutely superior. Every year at the public auction, these stone workshops produce top-tier jadeite, simply because they have the means to source raw material from the old pits in Myanmar.

Yun Tianyang glanced at the map and realized that by following the main force, he seemed to have taken a few detours.

After a period of training in Strouva, Mu Yuqi had not only learned to use firearms but had also greatly improved her marksmanship. As for how much of that she could put to use in actual combat, it would depend entirely on her performance in the moment.