Chapter 53

Lu Beishen looked at the hand suspended in the air without any reaction, showing no intention of shaking it.

Seeing that Shen Mo had already conceded to this extent, his second uncle naturally wanted to try harder to secure this villa.

Whether it was heartbreak or utter compulsion, he ultimately chose that path. Even though he regretted it beyond measure afterward, what use was that? He had already made his decision, and the consequence of that decision was the sacrifice of her Empress mother.

However, now was not the time to ponder this; lives had to be saved. If one feared death, one should not become a soldier.

Yet how could the Heavenly Emperor allow Feng Yi to leave? In the next instant, he directly placed the entire Yunmo Palace under a restriction.

The tide of starlight had long receded, vanishing from view and leaving behind only the fractured sheet of ice.

Upon receiving orders from his superiors, Meng Liang immediately withdrew from the island base and ran toward a nearby high mountain with his binoculars.

The moment the two of them stepped onto the mountain peak, the inner energy within their bodies would reach an unprecedented peak.

Seeing several figures within that chaotic primordial realm space, Qingxu, Sword Master Pengguang, Sword Master Xingyi, Sword Master Chengying, and the others cheered simultaneously.

I let out a long sigh, thinking that this final task was finally completed and I should resign next semester. In my opinion, Dong Chunlei, who performed exceptionally well in editing this club publication, was fully capable of taking my place as the new editor-in-chief. But that was a matter for later; the pressing issue now was how to deal with the Ancient Chinese examination.

Rolling his eyes, Gao Fei ignored Ding Yi. He understood by now that in front of his parents, Ding Yi wouldn't do anything.

Therefore, given his deep bond with Zhou Yunshu—whatever kind of bond it might be—embracing was completely normal.

Temporary secret realms were different; they appeared only once every few years, opened for at most a few dozen days each time, and often retained restrictions. For instance, the previous Moon Shadow Secret Realm only permitted practitioners at the Star-Descent Realm to enter.

Since the Tiger Faction served as this year's rotating host sect for the Ivy League meeting, Wang Haoyu was the first to speak.

No one worried anymore about the threat from the Cloud Sword Sect tomorrow, and no one felt like a stray dog anymore. All of this was brought to them by that young man named Luo Chuan.

Old Chen danced with joy upon seeing the pile of items, hurriedly running back into the building to fetch bowls, chopsticks, and cups, while Li Yun went to help him. Qian Haiping retrieved a bottle of liquor, a box of tea leaves, and a pack of watermelon seeds from the car. I found that only Li Yun and I had brought nothing, feeling utterly ashamed. It seemed the only way to make up for it was to work harder.

Though Zuo Xiao, Yuan Fei, and Yue Qianchen were indeed somewhat unconvinced that Lingyue had easily defeated them using sacred arts, Lingyue clearly understood this. Consequently, she struck extremely heavily when dealing with them. Although these injuries were not life-threatening, even with the aid of healing pills, it would take a full month for them to recover completely.

I discovered that people in this rental house were always busy; during the day, very few stayed cooped up inside, including that student from the University of Electronic Science and Technology.

The eldest young master of the Xiao family had already been transferred away. When Li Shimin asked this question, Li Xiang immediately knew whom Li Shimin was recommending—Prince Wu, Li Ke.

He used to think that dying for love was utterly ridiculous; now, however, he could trade his life for another without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing this, the rest of the people followed suit and began kowtowing to Li Weiguo. Their yearning for these technologies had reached an unprecedented level, so kneeling was something they did without a moment's hesitation.

Entering the entertainment circle should make you realize that it is destined not to allow every artist to make a full living; those in top-tier positions are destined to be just a select few. But everyone wants to enter for this very reason, among others.

The laser sword in his hand turned into a streak of black light, slashing into the yellow-armored robot and splitting it straight down the middle.

Liang Ying and Han Shu did not sleep, while the others began to wash up. Knowing about Han Shu and Liang Ying's situation, they kept to themselves and went about their respective business without a word.

Fan Leng'ao, however, was in a miserable state. His movement speed slowed down drastically due to the muddy ground, putting him at a disadvantage in both offense and defense. Moreover, he had just been accidentally injured by Lin Hui; although his physical constitution was formidable, a prolonged battle would inevitably bring a sense of weakness.

Consequently, Lin Jun's six shots merely injured Lin Lai, but failing to hit his vital organs meant he still could not completely finish him off.

Fortunately, everyone else's attention was focused on the two newcomers. Had anyone spared even a glance at Princess Yongping, they naturally would have witnessed the subtle difference at that moment.

Qi Yuan swirled the clear sake in his glass without a word, pulling down his sunglasses to conceal his mesmerizing eyes, then parted his lips with a smile, leaning back lazily as he spoke.

"Report! There are a total of two thousand four hundred individuals related to the Dragon God Cult. Two thousand survived, four hundred have fallen, and they have all been brought back now!" reported a Heavenly Court intelligence officer loudly.

Situ Xuan smiled helplessly and pulled out his dead phone. Perhaps Zixuan and the others were looking for me.

"She is my sister, my biological sister," Situ Xuan would always introduce her this way, regardless of who was asking.

Zhang Tongxuan wore a look of exasperation at his failure to meet expectations, his raised hand dropping gently under Ruan Zhuxing's watchful gaze before he could only resume sighing.

Yang Yiqing finally decided to abandon the garrison system because the lucrative pie of garrison farmland was not consumed solely by garrison officers; the core of the garrison troop system lay in land. Without land, elite troops were utterly out of the question.

All in all, it was best to continue calling these monsters ghosts for the time being. Yet one thing remained incomprehensible: what on earth were those ghosts trying to do?

Following this nearly successful raid, Xu Dong was forced to embark on a grueling escort mission, organizing ships into fleets to sail back and forth between Nagasaki, the Ryukyu Islands, and Penghu. Yet this only drastically reduced efficiency, failing to plug the gap and instead widening it further.

With a whoosh, a noose plummeted from the sky, carrying a whirlwind spun from the profound meaning of wind to trap Lü Fengxian within.

"No problem, but I have one condition: once things are cleared up, you must let Wang Hongjun go back," Old Li said in a resolute tone.