Volume One, Chapter 140: Fighting for a Spot

“What do you want to do?” Su Tingxue stared blankly at Su Ningxia.

Then a fierce slap landed hard on her face, leaving Su Tingxue numb.

Still seething with anger, the surly security guard overheard a young man claiming to be a former student of Master Xu, driving nothing more than a low-end domestic car worth barely over a hundred thousand. The guard couldn’t help but recall the incident from two days ago and, without considering the consequences, began to slander him.

Jing Yi found herself momentarily at a loss for words. She silently stared at the video receiver on her computer, watching him sit there in a state of desolation, as if the darkness had swallowed all his brilliance. His once radiant, proud eyes were now deeply sunken, as if only an empty shell remained.

“Heh, yes, but you need the teacher’s approval to undertake the mission,” Shousi replied.

Turning her head, she noticed Mo Ziqi daydreaming beside her and quickly nudged her, signaling for some support.

“But since that place is inhabited by countless beast souls and likely harbors formidable immortal spirits, it’s undoubtedly dangerous. If everyone agrees to go together, we must plan thoroughly beforehand,” Xiu Li’s aged voice murmured deeply.

By the time Lucifer arrived, I had already become Lilith; thus, there was no longer any connection between us.

He never imagined that this journey would double his assets—an unexpected windfall. Although Fang Sheng wasn’t greedy for money, no one ever complained about having less. The two hundred million he earned today was enough for him to live lavishly for the rest of his days.

What I care about isn’t restoring my cultivation but being as close as possible to Brother Qingtian—that fills me with hope.

Only heaven knows how anxious she was at that moment, staring blankly at the computer screen, biting her teeth as she read the message her master sent in the chat box.

Even if he avoided jail time, suspension was inevitable. A man like him would hardly have a clean record; he was easy prey, and his future was likely ruined.

Upon hearing this, Steward No. 53 was momentarily stunned, then hurriedly took the bottle, opened it, and smelled a pill inside.

Han Zigao spurred his horse at a gallop, paying no mind that he was now within Taicheng in Jiankang City. This place was usually heavily guarded due to the frequent presence of high-ranking officials, but with the imminent clash between Wang Ze and Chen Xu about to erupt, Han Zigao cared little for such concerns.

Rather, this sudden change indicated a possibility: the Emperor of Zhitian had unleashed his full power at this moment.

Lu Xi bowed his head slightly as an invisible blade of aura slid past his eyes, stinging his face. In the next instant, the thick palace wall tore open with a deep crack.

Li Yang shook his head and ordered the Red Scorpion to follow behind on autopilot. He was curious—who could muster such an entourage, sending assassins just to deliver a single message?

He had been hesitant about whether to accept Wu Jingxiao, knowing many had perished at the hands of the three great empires. He feared resistance from the others.

To give the Goguryeo people a thorough shock, Wang Ze had unleashed more than ten times the initial forces. Amidst the dense bombardment and deafening explosions, tens of thousands of Goguryeo soldiers gathered at the breach had not a single survivor left intact.

The road was barely seven or eight feet wide, winding and twisting through rugged mountain valleys. With heavy snow falling these past days—and even heavier in the mountains than the plains—passage had become all the more difficult.