Sixty-Two Whales

Quehuan ran downstairs and delivered a direct kick, sending the attendant who had called her name crashing to the ground.

Professor Gulan walked to the door, then turned back, as if remembering something—or more accurately, Professor Gulan had remembered it long ago and had simply pretended not to.

Upon hearing it, Leng Xuan'ang instantly knew who was calling, because the voice was exceedingly familiar. The caller was none other than Ji Yiyi.

Meanwhile, back at the Fu family residence in Yun City, Shu Nian had indeed returned. She had come straight to the estate the moment she got off the plane, driven solely by the desire to take away the child she had yearned for day and night.

Leng Xuan'ang found it all rather inexplicable. Originally, Ni Ruonan was supposed to send Ni Liyang off this morning, yet today she had surprisingly said otherwise.

That night when he came to the hospital to take Shu Nian home, he had seen her walking along the road when she suddenly broke into a run and fell. At that time, her appearance had also seemed somewhat flustered.

Accompanied by another click of a button, specks of starlight burst forth from the projector, instantly filling the auditorium and making the field of vision somewhat brighter.

He slapped himself twice more to snap out of it. The sensation just now was identical to when he first met Bai Muqing; he suspected Bai Muqing had sprayed some kind of substance on himself that caused him to change like this.

"Judging by the footsteps, there are about a hundred people. Let them pass first, and once they've gone far enough, we'll follow," Ling Han whispered, while picking up a cup of clear tea from the table and slowly draining it.

The Breath of Healing was, after all, no mortal object. Just the trace thread that Lin Tian casually infused into Jackie's body was completely sufficient to extend his life by several more months.

Many people cast their gazes upon Qu Shisi, the Governor of Guangxi, waiting for him to make a statement. After all, he held the highest official rank present, and his words carried considerable weight.

Firearms and artillery were the only things Robert truly excelled at, but artisans were not highly regarded in the Great Ming, and to this day he had yet to achieve his dream of returning home in wealth and glory.

Without any further hesitation, Li Mingzhong flicked his riding crop and dashed forward at the vanguard, with Wang Renyan leading five hundred personal guards closely behind. For a moment, the sound of thundering hooves shook the ground and dust filled the air.

"Ling Yu! You killed my nephew. If I do not avenge this, I am no man! Pay with your life!" Shaking off Youlong's arm, Zhong Ziming lunged toward Ling Yu once again. Seeing earlier that Ling Yu was overwhelmed and unable to cope, he had suddenly launched a furious surprise attack, only for it to be interrupted by Youlong.

The little grot before them possessed a certain talent for acting. Under his painstaking performance, Shi Ban half-watched and half-guessed, yet managed to piece together a rough idea.

As for whether there would be any issue of an unstable realm, he had no worries whatsoever, because the supreme foundation he had forged over the decades was not so easily shaken.

The preliminary selection matches concluded after three days, leaving a total of forty-two-level-six mages to advance to the second round of trials.

By this time, his reputation had spread across the Badlands, where Green-Skin tribes were ubiquitous. Wherever he went, nearly every tribe greeted him with tremendous enthusiasm and eagerly listened to his tales.

His expressions and movements were flawless—devoid of the usual goblin ferocity and terror—while his pitch and tone were appropriately modulated, lacking the harsh and grating quality of ordinary goblins. Without a doubt, such a demeanor could only be achieved through prolonged, high-intensity training.

Zhao Fuxin's attitude had clearly turned unaccommodating. Though he did not know why this person was so arrogant and domineering, treating them with utter disregard, he refused to be bullied on his very first day in office.

"To rush out with news and make such moves at a time like this—perhaps something has truly gone wrong," Gu Lian mused.

The winding, tortuous mountain path lay before her, with pitch-black darkness beneath her feet resembling an unfathomable abyss. Only a layer of silver moonlight illuminated the road ahead.

"It seems they are already celebrating their victory prematurely with revelry. I shall give them a revelry to remember," Ye Tianyu said with a soft, brilliant smile.

The Zhu Long fruit looked like nothing more than the most ordinary piece of fruit, bearing a slight resemblance to a pitaya, yet it was not a pitaya at all. Furthermore, it was hard as stone and did not emit a single flicker of supernatural light.

Song Yiyi curiously turned the incense burner over and inspected it. She had seen censers of this era before; they were no different from those of the previous dynasty, basically identical in style.

"What?" The Three Saints of Mingcheng were now equally shaken, for they discovered that their cultivation levels had directly plummeted from the formidable Mahayana realm down to the present Core Formation realm.

And now, the two of them were eating breakfast in this uncanny silence once more. Houhou Ce said nothing, and Song Yiyi remained tight-lipped as well; anyone unaware would have thought they had both been struck mute.

If Gu Meng remembered correctly, Guan Chenji detested sweets. He would never touch anything even remotely related to sugary foods. Naturally, something as soft and mushy as ice cream was one of Guan Chenji's major taboos. Therefore, back when Gu Meng bought ice cream in Paris, she never had to worry about anyone fighting her for it.

Whether she would come to hate him or remain as cold and frost-frozen as before, as long as she stayed by his side, nothing else mattered.

Now that Fang Yang was actually capable of taking on two opponents simultaneously, didn't that mean he had achieved a monumental breakthrough! She couldn't help but shoot Fang Yang a sidelong glance; even at a time like this, he still hadn't forgotten to joke around.

"Brother Tian, can I buy this item?" the low-level battle master seated beside Tian Buquan asked him.

As the golden needle pierced into Tang Qiuer's Shanzhong acupoint, Han Xin hurriedly channeled his internal Qi through his thumb and index finger, guiding it straight to the tip of the needle.

They were far from familiar enough to engage in such heartfelt, knee-to-knee conversations. Considering that the founder of Nanyang Pinjiu Residence was none other than the grandmother of Erya, who had broken away from Taihang Tower vowing revenge all those years ago, the two families could even be considered sworn enemies. Hollow, hypocritical exchanges of pleasantries like this held very little meaning.

How could Yun Chongbo let him escape? With a roar like spring thunder, he shouted, "You cannot leave!" Tiptoeing lightly upon a tree trunk, he vaulted high into the air and brought his saber slashing down, aiming yet again in a completely different direction.

Summer rains are the most ferocious of the entire year, especially in the mountainous regions of the southeast. To soldiers hailing from the northern plains, rain that felt as though someone was tipping massive barrels over from the heavens was an enemy far more terrifying than the Taiping Daoists.

As he spoke, Xu Chen pressed a series of buttons on the tabletop, causing a hidden compartment to pop up right in the center of the wooden desk.