73 Spirits and Deities (5)

Never doubt yourself. Remember, there will always be someone who stubbornly and foolishly believes in you.

Lei Hu pushed himself up from the ground with a sudden force. As the eldest, he could hardly stand by while Guo Chuanzong was in danger. While gathering his strength, his expression was grave; the terrifying aura radiating from Yin Xiukong made even someone as bold as him proceed with caution.

He was flung several meters away, crashing into the sticky threads of the velvet worms, which hung between heaven and earth like taut strings.

At that moment, Elder Jia Hengsheng, who had his back to Ye Fei, suddenly turned around, leaning on his cane. He looked deeply at Ye Fei, who was inside the vehicle, then, seeming both exasperated and angry, pointed at Luo Shaoshi, shook his head, stamped his foot, and stormed off in a huff.

Ye Fei deliberately looked around to see if there were any Bentleys or similar cars outside, but in the end, found none.

“What do you want?” Qiu Shui looked coldly at Jiang Yun, her expression aloof and proud as she met his gaze.

Yang Yi gave a hearty laugh, revealing his gleaming white teeth and radiating confidence from within.

Seeing the Hunyuan Divine Lord seize the Source of Ten Thousand Worlds with a dragon’s claw, the Crimson Sleeves Divine Lord panicked. She summoned the power of her own laws, transforming them into a giant hand of rules.

With the power of the Heavenly Demon exhausted, Qin Yang could no longer maintain his demonic form, reverting instead to the appearance of a mutated fiend.

As the exam progressed, Xiao Yi and the other two alternated in posing questions. With Link’s earlier performance as the benchmark, these three master-level examiners took turns devising increasingly tricky challenges. This was especially evident when it was Link’s and Leonard’s turn to assess the students from the academy.

Out of the darkness, a figure slowly emerged—a man. He let out a cold snort as he stepped into the presence of the Gu Lady, whose eyes were fixed intently upon him.

The Swordsman was momentarily stunned, unable to fathom the intentions behind the extremely beautiful Liu Feixu’s words. Her earlier expressions and now her gentle speech left him bewildered and at a loss.

He realized that this Tathagata was not as grand as portrayed on television. His ears were indeed long, and his chin so pronounced it seemed nearly to cover his neck.

Only, within, the threads of soul had grown increasingly sparse, indicating that the White Bone Spirit’s ability to solidify seven souls and six spirits was nearly spent.

When the Swordsman saw the look on Prince Six Dragons’ face, he couldn’t help but be amused, thinking that the prince had finally come around—his olive branch had not been extended in vain.

“This really is…” Ji Yun was caught between laughter and tears. Yet the fact that Copper Pea was willing to let Lotus Slice ride on its head delighted him; as long as there was peace, all was well.

His cultivation was far from dominant in the Sixth Dimension; to venture into the Second Dimension would be suicide.

Time flew by. Since assuming control of Jianye City, King Jianye held his first grand banquet, inviting every noble of note within the city.

“All right, enough. Let’s wait for them and see what they bring back.” Ji Yun glanced out the window, pondering in his heart why the Divine Realm would wage such a war. Was it truly to transform the Twelve Continents into Four Great Continents? But why?

When the true war comes, there may be no time left. Now, while everyone is at ease, it is best to strive to grow stronger.

The second floor, in contrast to the dazzling array below, was much more austere—just a table, a few chairs, and a cabinet. Only a rusty sword and a short dagger hung on the wall.

“We ran into a king python!” The third fatty blurted out without thinking, answering my question.

It wasn’t until the Celestial Howling Dog sent a message urging him that Lu You finally leaped out of bed and snapped a photo of the bag of chocolate candies on the table to send over.

The pilot was equally confused. Why was he told to fly to Yan Hai City one moment, and then turn back the next?

Gao Qing decisively picked up a stone and hurled it down. There was a bang, but no movement below!

Watching Zhu Lao Liu bare his teeth in a pleading grin, Meng Qi vaguely overheard the two mumbling about public rations and tasks, which made him shiver.

Qiu’er, seeing that Shui Jueshu was not eating, snatched the chopsticks from him and launched a fierce assault on the giant prawns.

Afterwards, Meng Qi looked at Tiger Egg—the once proud man on the Platform of Grievances was now left with a broken leg, cold sweat streaming from his head in torrents. Tiger Egg, however, was still tough. When he saw Meng Qi look his way, he twisted his neck and glared back fiercely.

“Obviously Brother Yang is better! I can do whatever I want in front of him. The Chief Envoy always keeps everyone at arm’s length and never agrees to anything.” Ling’er grumbled inwardly.

Ling’er was so stunned she forgot to help Qi Yang, and could only watch as the guard drew his knife out again.

When Chen Ao made the introductions, he was a little smug. After all, in matters of matrimony, he considered himself a success. But he failed to notice the gloomy and helpless faces of Lan Yuyan and his other wives.

He could explain himself, of course, but that would be too cowardly. With so many classmates watching, how could he hope to lead them in the future if he showed any weakness?

What? Shen Mo glanced at Tian Zhang a few times, already puzzled, and now realizing what Tian Zhang was thinking.

It remembered being with its master on a great ship when chaos suddenly erupted. The ship began to tilt and sink into the sea, then everything spun wildly.

Thinking this way, Zhu Yijun’s reward was the most practical; even if they had to rely on no one else, the salary from a sixth-rank Lady of Peace would be enough for Madam Geng Sun and her daughter to live on.

At this point, he looked over at the other two seats and suddenly realized there was no dust where Su Qianqian had first searched. In front of her was a stack of test papers that she was flipping through.

Dinner was anything but sumptuous—plain, even. A plate of stir-fried cabbage, a dish of pickled radish, another of meat scraps—dry and tough—a bowl of wild vegetable soup, and a bowl of white rice, which was of poor quality at that.