Volume 1, Chapter 50: When a Scholar Meets a Soldier, Reason Falls on Deaf Ears

Lu Ningning bit her lip, her throat feeling as though it were blocked by something, leaving her unable to speak through her sobs as she could only nod slightly to make her stance clear.

"Sister Yin, is all of this true? Did you already know that Ji Xiaofu was going abroad, and then purposely arranged the audition as a cover?" Mo Linghuan's eyes were filled with shock.

Thinking he was still dreaming, Wang Ming bit his tongue hard, only to find a sharp, searing pain. It was at this moment that he realized he was not dreaming, and that his father's arrangements for him actually carried a profound meaning.

Gu Zeyu did not know how to face Shen Ke, and Shen Ke knew that Gu Zeyu did not know how to face him either.

Even as a cultivator walking along the outer edge of this basin, he felt a bone-chilling cold all over. If ordinary people were to stay here, they would likely be directly affected by the killing intent and the aura of death, causing them to hallucinate and possibly lose their minds from sheer terror.

The month was already drawing to a close, and the Lantern Festival was fast approaching. With just a few days left, Meng Changsheng intended to return to Hangzhou after the festival passed. The so-called Lantern Festival was actually the New Year, though it was simply called the Lantern Festival in this world, remaining the most significant and grandest holiday of this realm.

That was the last time Shen Rong saw Shen Xue. Just a few days after her return, word spread from the Ninth Prince's residence that Consort Xue's health had steadily deteriorated due to a miscarriage, coupled with deep inner sorrow and prolonged depression day after day, until she eventually passed away from an incurable ailment.

Zhao Feixue raised her head slightly, about to reply, but before the words left her lips, she heard Biyong beside her chime in, "Young Master Wu is here! Young Master Wu is here!" Her tone was excited and filled with delight. Hearing this, Zhao Feixue could not help but follow Biyong's gaze.

As for his other hidden cards—Wei Ao and the four recluses he harbored, along with Linghu Lun and the existence of the Linghu family's mystical wealth—it was not yet the time to use them. These were life-preserving treasures. However, concerning the four recluses and Shi Zhiyou, she would need to carefully consider later how to safeguard every aspect of the situation.

Watching Wu Quan and his group depart, Meng Changsheng withdrew his gaze. Although they had merely crossed paths a mere handful of times, Meng Changsheng could sense that Wu Quan was unquestionably a sharp and intelligent person, by no means as useless and incompetent as rumors suggested. Had it not been for his identity as the Prince of Pingnan's heir, Meng Changsheng would not have minded making his acquaintance.

"Judging by the soul beast's size of about seven zhang, its age is at most around ten thousand years. It is completely unsuitable for a soul ring." Tang Shan released his Blue Silver Grass as he prepared for battle.

He actually carried the surname Gu, and called Gu Jinzhi "Daddy." With a child this old, there ought to have been a former wife or something similar in the past.

Hearing his voice, Ji Wei knew that Zhuang Chengyun's mood was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

"Forget it, never mind him. After an incident like this, he probably wouldn't dare look for me anymore." With so many messy matters piling up lately, who had the time to spare on wrangling with such petty nuisances?

There was no time to think any further. When Lin An steadied his body, he found himself standing at the entrance of a secluded alley.

"Understood!" The Ghost Emperor and the Shadow Emperor wore cold, murderous smiles at the corners of their mouths. Having heard the Evil Emperor's words, and realizing they had previously held back out of fear that the transcendent realm powerhouse from an unknown era might suddenly appear, now that the person had been tracked down, there was no longer any need to conceal their true strength.

Yet Song Yanmei's tension at this moment was no less than anyone else's. Could she admit that she had felt somewhat indignant and acted a little impulsively simply because she saw Mo Shunqing protecting Ye Jiu?

According to Dean Flender's morning lecture, today marked the official start of everyone's training courses. After finishing dinner and resting for a short while, the group gathered here early.

Ever since the Green Fox King died and she began following the Red Snake Demon King, she had wanted to slap herself to death with a block of tofu because the Red Snake Demon King was utterly foolish, knowing only how to indulge in pleasure after taking power, and completely failing to unite the demon factions of the Southern Sea.

"Let me tell you a secret: actually, my greatest skill isn't my ball-handling, but my shooting. By the way, they call me the Divine Shooter." The tall guy's tone was dripping with disdain and contempt for Ling Yu.

"Alright, I'm aware of this matter. How many people are left in the Bloodline Temple right now?" Xiao Kuang asked at that moment.

The only difference was that back then, he had been bound within the Heavenly Court, while Qin Jun remained free and unfettered.

Lifting her eyes, what came into view was a face that was not exceptionally handsome, yet emanated a sense of warmth.

Before breaking through his mental barrier, Qin Jun's spiritual power had been volatile, leaking out even when forcibly suppressed. After breaking through, the spiritual power radiating around Qin Jun gave off a remarkably serene feeling. Although it was not quite as exaggerated as returning to the state of absolute simplicity, a sharp-eyed expert of profound cultivation could still discern a massive difference.

Duan Yannan came every day to watch Mo Feiyu's rehearsals, loving the pure and innocent look of Mo Feiyu dressed in a skirt.

Originally, having eliminated the Corpse King, we had no business lingering or longing to stay in this place, but the Kara brothers suddenly began to feel unwell, even trembling slightly as if they were coming down with chills and fever.

Lin Wan nodded. Since Suyao was a police officer, she no longer had anything to worry about. She turned her head to look toward the staircase, instantly feeling a sense of gloom and pitch-black emptiness, vaguely catching sight of something resembling a human figure—truly terrifying.

Not only that, but for the sake of the wolf-tooth-shaped blood jade known as the "Heart of the Earth," the Beiping Long family had also stretched their tentacles out to the American continent. Little did they know that Zhao Hongshua had long since entrusted the genuine "Heart of the Earth" to Ye Shanghan for safekeeping, and the piece she carried on her was merely a counterfeit pendant.

"Hehe, don't rush. Five kilometers straight ahead, there's a search party of three hundred Turks heading our way. In a moment, the ten of us will wipe out all three hundred of them—you'll have plenty of fun," Zhang Shaohui said with a smile as he looked at his team members.

Male passenger: Life is like a journey on foot, and there's a long way ahead. Why rush this single leg? Health is our true capital; there's no need to seek quick success, and you mustn't rush yourself into sickness. Better to take it easy.

Since Shen Lian and Chu Tingting had merely come to assist Chen Yu, seeing that the matter was resolved, they simply stayed behind to have dinner with them.

"It is destined, truly destined—no one can snatch it away. But if it is not meant to be his, no matter how hard he begs, he will never have it. Let everything flow naturally," Suo said.

"...What on earth is this?" The grasshopper finally snapped out of its previous state of leisure and ease, its expression turning one of extreme agony. It opened its mouth, trying to spit out the golden ink, but failed completely.