Chapter 36: Off to School

Their inevitable success was also reflected in the fluctuating stock prices of their competitors. Microsoft, Google, and Apple, which had long remained at the top, all saw their shares decline when the market opened the following day. Apple suffered the most, as they were set to be defeated in both their products and their operating systems.

"So you do remember this is my territory. I was beginning to think you had forgotten." Baili Junyi narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth curling upward. His voice was drawn out, the inflection rising at the end as he posed the question back to Lan Yuxuan.

"Thank you, husband." Ziluolan had not expected Tang Han to say such a thing. She was already deeply moved that he had come to rescue her today, and his words just now only served to cement her devotion to him.

As Yan Su and Yan Kuan jumped down, they felt their bodies falling uncontrollably. Everything around them was pitch black; they could neither see nor touch anything, hearing only the rustling of their clothes.

Today was the third day of the third lunar month, and there were more visitors out than usual, making the guest rooms at Fayun Temple harder to come by. Fortunately, they had been well-prepared and had converted some idle meditation rooms, which was just enough to accommodate everyone.

The tomb entrance was shallow and had never been excavated. The air wafting from within was thick with the scent of death, so it needed time to air out. Chi Chen and I sat beside the opening; he smoked, and I snacked.

I hadn't paid attention to what kind of pants Chi Chen was wearing, but I could only remember the muscles, the tattooed arm, and the poppy wreath. The fiery red poppies truly complemented his imposing, unstoppable aura.

"But we have already left the city. What about Lan'er? And what about the children in the ruined temple?" Lan Yuxuan asked, her delicate brows furrowed in visible distress.

Tang Han’s tone was filled with confidence, devoid of any playfulness. Guan Xiaoru looked at him without a word. After a long while, she turned and walked away in her high heels. Seeing her shapely hips swaying slightly, Tang Han smiled, held Guan Shasha in his arms, and followed after her.

He swept the war spear, and the purple energy surged, coiling around the shaft and faintly manifesting the shape of a purple phantom dragon.

During these three months, Zhang Ye had not been idle. Although he had not exchanged for the permanent Grongi language, he had learned it word by word from Golam.

Xuan Qingzi said, "Let’s go. It’s time to head back and prepare. The Heavenly Diviner was right; might makes right. Now that the imperial decree no longer suppresses us, it is the perfect time for us to strive for progress." The three of them were invigorated; this trip had yielded results after all.

I glanced at my phone. It was playing a video, and, damn it, it was footage recorded live by someone at the hospital.

As if the system had heard Luo Fang’s voice, the fourth figure from the Three Realms slowly appeared on the system interface.

"That is the only way. I will strengthen our defenses during this time to prevent anything similar from happening again," Sect Leader Ye nodded and said.

The middle-aged man who had been posing as Bai Xiye’s mentor must have been from the Bai or Huang families, and his strength was undoubtedly high. If I had to face him alone, I would definitely be doomed.

However, not just any true fire would suffice; it had to be refined to a certain degree of purity.

I realized with a start—damn it, no wonder I felt like something was missing. It was Yushu.

With a sudden flick, they unfolded the cloth and looked inside to see a few steamed buns marked with red dots. Both of them breathed a sigh of relief and patted their chests. Yan Buhui said, "This old ghost is still thinking of Lili even after death, sending steamed buns." With that, he wanted to kick the basket away.

What disappointed Chen Yun slightly was that he saw a name in Group G that he was not thrilled about: Zong Sang, the direct disciple of Master Minghai, whom Mo Dao Cang had once mentioned to him.

When Cha Cai was only three meters away from the cliff, a sudden, thunderous explosion made both of them shudder. Instinctively, Cha Cai pulled the trigger, firing wildly at the rock face ahead.

Ye Qingquan smiled and cupped his hands, saying, "Haha! Very well! Then I shall take your word for it, old leader! Come, let’s set up the coffee table. Yiping, move that sofa. Let us brothers keep the old leader company with a few rounds of cards! It’ll be a while before the food and wine arrive anyway!"

"You’re courting death! I will kill you, drink your blood, and eat your flesh!" Commander Wu roared in anger upon hearing this. He pulled his hands apart, and a long spear, pitch-black and wreathed in wisps of demonic energy, appeared in his hands. He charged at Zhang Tiansong without the slightest hesitation.

Just as Tang Zhuxiao reached the entrance of the shop, a tall, stout man suddenly came head-on. Before Tang Zhuxiao could react, he was bumped, staggered, and fell to the ground with a thud.

The hundred-foot-tall golden giant, like a god looking down from above, stared coldly below, its purple eyes burning with infinite fighting spirit.

Zifeng's words left all eighteen leaders, including the hybrid dog, stunned. They stared in horror at the boy on the screen who was roaring at them. Destroy a kingdom? Where did he get such confidence, such audacity?

Ye Zemin could see a hint of urgency and wild ecstasy in Sherlock's eyes—so intense it looked almost sinister. He knew this man was very close to his goal, so it was no surprise he would wear such an expression.

"Asking for a beating!" Zhang Tiansong barely suppressed the urge to curse. These fellows truly didn't know what was good for them. Just as he was thinking of ways to make these arrogant fools suffer, his brows twitched. He cast a subtle, fleeting glance at a patch of sky, an inexplicable glint in his eyes, while a sinister arc unconsciously curled the corner of his mouth.

If he had known that going to war would cause so many problems, he would have run away halfway through. He gave a self-deprecating smile and slipped back into the bedroom to hide for some peace. Ilya was, relatively speaking, quite normal. She didn't express anything. Her only problem was that she would pace around the room for no reason, always looking anxious, as if she hadn't done her job well. It made him dizzy just watching her.