Volume One, Chapter 72: Handsome

The town’s elementary school was finally built and began enrolling students, with the lowest requirement being a middle school education. Early in the morning, Su Ningxia slung on her bag, ready to head to town. The village chief had lent her an ox cart to take her to the bus station.

“Xia Xia.”

Yan Guixing was indeed skilled with the bow and arrow; he realized that the attention he received was all because of his archery. It was just as well, for he wanted to prove to everyone that he was a master of all skills, whether it was martial arts or archery. Yet, in this current deadlock, the more anxious he became, the more helpless he felt. Any further rash action would only cost more of his men. For now, he could only endure.

Ye Cheng was unaware that, while he hid in a seabed cave to cultivate, the nations of Kampuchea and the Monkey Kingdom, whose national dragon veins he had devoured, had descended into utter chaos.

Six months later, Wang Nuo’s wings had finally grown strong—strong enough to threaten Zhou Minghai.

But why would someone like this appear in the imperial palace? And why now, of all times?

So, upon hearing Wang Nuo’s words, Su Huanzhang and Zhao Zhonghan exchanged bitter smiles. At this moment, they both had just one thought: it has finally come.

Upon returning, Yun Tinghao heard that Qibao had nearly been injured in the incident at Yunxiwang, and his heart felt as though pierced by needles.

Facing Qibao’s questions, Qigu genuinely didn’t know what to say to ease her pain.

Yet this was only the second wave of scouting parties. During their three days defending Snake Valley, nearly thirty scouting parties had arrived outside.

Shen Yi, at twenty-seven, was about to have his first child. He was filled with hope, but in the end, it was all for nothing.

Even when such things happened later, it was only because disappointment had accumulated to a certain degree—not something that happened overnight.

From beginning to end, all of this was the work of the wise giant, whose aim was for the monster to win this wager.

The sensation was like tens of millions of ants crawling over his body, excruciating beyond words. Still, Yun An persisted, refusing to give up.

He reached out to Li Nianqing, and after some polite conversation, Wu Shen led them into the museum.

After all, the person from twenty years ago had never subdued Cosmog, nor had they captured any other legendary spirits.

At this moment, the prince stood in sunlight and wind, clad in a python-embroidered robe—so different from the degenerate who had once frequented pleasure houses, obsessed with carnal indulgence. How could they be the same man?

The team continued their winning streak. No matter how many problems there were in the bottom lane, it was never so bad that they had to substitute themselves in.

The old serpent didn’t answer Yifei’s question, only swept a cold, contemptuous glance at him as though he were an idiot.

Yun An was preparing to break through to the Golden Core stage. His efforts paid off: after continually buying and auctioning for herbs and refining them all, he eventually succeeded in forging a single violet-silver core.

Yet, even in the face of this apocalyptic scene, the people of Atlantis did not retreat. Dodging the first wave of devastation, the survivors swam toward Mount Olympus beneath the sea.

Fang Tianding, fearing spies among them, only distributed clothing after a careful inspection. Then he led the group to the farmstead, where they changed into peasant garb, picked up hoes, and continued to toil. Housing was assigned, though even these were thatched huts. No one voiced a single complaint.

Zhao Gou looked at the two of them in puzzlement, then bid farewell and followed in Zhao Huan’s footsteps. After they left, the Crown Prince’s smile vanished, his gaze turning icy as he stared at the retreating figures of Zhao Yougong and Zhao Gou, then snorted coldly and departed as well.

From here on, she would have to rely on herself. As for the Galaxy Realm expert of Lingfu Mountain, he had long since left this world, fearing endless pursuit and the ultimate loss of his life.