Volume One, Chapter Ninety-Four: Take Care of Yourself

“Did you hear? Guo Qingqing has been expelled—she’s packing her things to leave now.”

Li Qian leaned in close to Su Ningxia’s ear, whispering, “If you ask me, she should’ve been kicked out long ago. Leaving her at school only brings trouble to others!”

Clenching the sword tightly in his hand, Ji Mo pushed off with his foot, his body streaking forward with astonishing speed.

He was about to lunge at Niu Fen after speaking, but Number One’s hand pressed firmly on his shoulder. Despite several attempts to break free, he couldn’t get up.

It was really Niu Fen’s own fault. He’d known the two sisters for several days, yet never once told them what he actually did for a living.

An unbidden smile of pride lifted the corner of Gu Qingzhou’s lips; Liang Zhaomu had never once disappointed him.

Low-level towers posed no threat at all to Lightning Ghidorah. On the contrary, its three heads spewed a torrent of lightning, instantly destroying swathes of Sword Towers and Covert Spear Towers.

The ashen-gray giant bird, having finished ravaging the rocking car, turned and fixed its gaze on Niu Fen and Lan Qingqing.

Just now, Li Hanqiang felt extremely vexed. He was completely surrounded, attacks raining down from all sides. Even with a regeneration rate of 3,750 per second, his health was plummeting rapidly.

Lin Ruan returned to her room, splashed her face with cold water, and only after sending all the maids out did she roll her eyes in exasperation.

Er Dan had already used Carlos’ continuous signal cracking to connect to this world’s network. From Er Dan’s current analysis, this world’s internet wasn’t much different from his own.

Lin Ruan temporarily assigned several of her own useful maids to Tong Miaoxin, keeping only Lve’e, Jinluan, and Baizhi with herself.

Upon hearing this explanation, Ling Zhiyuan’s brow furrowed deeply. The central authorities had repeatedly forbidden arbitrary fees under any pretext, but it was clear some people in Qishan hadn’t heeded these words. Utterly outrageous.

It’s worth knowing that cultivators at the Innate Realm could already fly on swords, but the Wind-Chasing Shoes were only usable while running.

Now that Huangfu Tianxia was the first to break through to the early Core Formation stage, it meant he was very likely to inherit the ruler’s position.

Those who died bore no distinguishing marks whatsoever, as if some unseen force was erasing every creature that touched the barrier.

The Blood God’s face changed drastically. A sense of impending doom welled up within him—this Rain of Law threatened his very life. With nowhere to hide, he could only grit his teeth and brace his shield in desperate defense.

Long Pingfan nodded, feeling a surge of warmth at Zhang Zhizhen’s steadfast vigil outside the Nine-Star Tower. He paid no mind to Zhang Zhizhen’s questions, instead smiling as he spoke to him.

Meanwhile, deep within the cultivation chamber of Sharp Kill Cave, someone was frantically absorbing metallic spiritual energy, so much so that anguished groans escaped him from time to time.

“So who could it be? Zhang Bainin would never do such a thing.” Zhang Duanya frowned, muttering to himself.

After about five or six hours, the four powerful demon clansmen of Hanyuan gradually regained consciousness. Seeing Cai Zhixiong still seated calmly in the celestial palace cell, they felt greatly reassured, and their respect for him deepened.

Seeing Li Xiao’s satisfied expression, Zhang Jiadong just chuckled and shook his head. He, however, was in a hurry to get to the Court of Justice, with important matters to discuss with Inspector Shi Ziheng.

Given their cultivation, detecting a spiritual pearl at this close range was child’s play.

“Master Fenglan, Han Bing is exceptionally gifted—a rare talent indeed. Which sect wouldn’t want to recruit him? Now that Han Bing holds our Wuji Sect in high regard and wishes to join us, what reason could I possibly have to refuse?” Liang Wuji retorted.