Volume 1, Chapter 69: Intoxication

Following Lu Yanci’s gaze, Xie Wanning looked down at the snowflake crisp she had just knocked over onto the table, suddenly realizing that her emotions seemed to be spiraling out of control.

"I'm sorry, I just lost control of my emotions for a moment."

Xie Wanning stood up abruptly.

Yet, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over her, making the world spin before her eyes.

Ruolan still showed no reaction. If not for the faint breath escaping her lips, Xingyue would have thought she was already a corpse.

Lin Ye thought to himself that if Yang Jian continued like this, he wouldn't be able to split open Mount Peach in half a day, let alone ten years.

Wang Tian slapped his chest hard, adopting an arrogant posture. He could handle most things, but fear was something he simply did not feel a shred of in this situation.

Wang Tian was momentarily stunned. Why had Pan Ling suddenly adopted such a tone? It was completely unfriendly; could it be that an enemy had arrived? Hastily following her line of sight, his expression shifted into a grin as he recognized an old acquaintance, something he certainly hadn't expected.

Early the next morning, Tao Yaoyao skipped the morning self-study session and lay fast asleep in the dormitory. As soon as the four of them—Tong Zhen and her companions—stepped into the classroom, they found every single gaze in the room fixed squarely upon them, each look tinged with a strange, inexplicable air.

Thanks to the nourishment of the blood lotus, Si Changge's physical condition had improved significantly. Although it had left him unconscious for many days, his body was clearly showing signs of true recovery, which in itself was immensely comforting.

The dress Shang Hui had prepared was a medium-length, pink off-the-shoulder gown. Its design was simple and uncomplicated, yet the moment it was put on, it exuded a refined elegance, though it certainly demanded a demanding figure to pull it off.

Furthermore, they had returned empty-handed—if he couldn't read between the lines after all that, then his thirty-five years as Cheng Zijian would have been a total waste.

Yin Henian's eyes widened in sudden terror as he struggled fiercely, his muffled whimpers sounding pathetically through the adhesive tape sealing his mouth.

After all, they had just witnessed with their own eyes how cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage were instantly reduced to pools of yellow liquid the moment they were struck by those black centipedes.

The Wall Street Journal, the highest-circulation paid financial newspaper in the United States, focused heavily on economic news with a reach capable of influencing daily international financial activities. For news from Zhongbo Network to seize its front-page headline left people both at home and abroad utterly dumbfounded.

The opposing Blitzcrank had previously placed a ward in the lane, allowing them to detect Yasuo's movements well in advance.

Ning Feng’s entire aura was entirely different now; with every single blade stroke he unleashed, a surging wave of turbulent air rose in his wake.

The Jade Emperor asked in a deep voice once more, yet the immortals simply exchanged glances, none daring to speak, before finally lowering their heads in silence.

"A single leg is actually this heavy..." Feng Yiming was halfway through his sentence when reality struck him. He shifted his body sideways and slammed down flat onto his back, his right elbow striking something hard before he even had a chance to turn his head and check.

Having been sent flying by a single palm strike from Fang Wubing, the general vomited blood continuously. True to Su Zhankong's words, afflicted by the Thirteen Severed Pulses Technique, he was now entirely stripped of his strength, lying there as frail as an old mountain goat, completely at the mercy of anyone who wished to slaughter him.

That evening, the siblings Li Jialun and Li Jiaxin arrived and promptly had Li Xiang transferred directly to a VIP ward. Normally reserved for dignitaries—with only two such rooms in the entire Changhe Hospital—it was now assigned entirely to Li Xiang.

Moreover, Kunhong was not someone raised in pampered luxury, but rather a warrior whose strength had been forged through relentless, genuine bloodshed.

Li Tianchen had mastered dozens of different powers, yet before him stood hundreds of powerhouses, meaning they wielded hundreds of distinct energies.

The razor-sharp blade of dark energy, resembling a barbecue skewer piercing through flesh, effortlessly impaled the chests of a full ten six-armed snake demons, while a violent surge of dark power rippled outward in all directions like spreading water waves.