One hundred and forty.

"No." Wei Heng stood up and walked toward the living room after saying this.

Su Yun followed him like a shadow, pleading, "Just say yes. After all, she is your mother, isn't she? She knows she was wrong; give her a chance. I know you are broad-minded, forgiving, and kind-hearted, and it won't even take up much of your time... Oh!"

A beam of light suddenly illuminated the empty altar. As the radiance faded, three figures emerged: Wang Ping, who had just teleported away, the Spirit Fox, and He Ming, who was possessed by a demon.

Regarding the aftermath of the Yi Sword Sect, Ling Yao only knew that Yi Dachuan had stepped forward to offer apologies and appease the public, doing a great deal of work to barely hold the sect together.

Bai Chen instinctively took a step back, and Chu Qing glared at him. It seemed everyone was the same; the longer one lived, the more one wanted to keep people at a distance.

It was not that Yan Shu disregarded the big picture; rather, every subsequent step had already been well-planned. As long as they followed the scheme, there would be no mishaps. As one of the key strategists, even if he were absent, it would have little impact.

Chu Qing was in no rush to tell Zhixi the truth. She had already told him the day she returned to the manor to save him—it was Wu Niang who wanted to kill her. As for the details, there was no urgency to share them yet.

Moreover, the "Divine Skill" was far more sophisticated than the basic "Soul Combat Method" of the "Psychic School."

Lu Yan blinked as he listened to their conversation, thinking: What is all this? What kind of game are they playing? Are the guards all... gay?

Shu Yingying said with some embarrassment, "We can see your daily training from the rooftop over there," pointing upward as she spoke.

"Stop, everyone stop! It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding! We are all human, let's not hurt our camaraderie!" Seeing the situation spiraling, Monk immediately dropped his force gun and shouted at the top of his lungs to surrender.

But his self-strengthening technique relied on the accumulation of time to store even a sliver of life-and-death energy; once unleashed, how long could it possibly last?

Yu Yan rarely spoke, but seeing this game, he wanted to participate as well. He picked up a knife, first cutting the pastry in two, then cutting it again into four pieces, before slicing it once more through the middle.

Then came the gunshots, the screaming, the sky drenched in blood-red, the screeching of brakes, and the explosions. It was all terrifying. Ling Jiajia felt as if she were trapped in that panicked environment, trembling uncontrollably.

Ming Nan walked over slowly and gently pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly so she could not move an inch.

The setting sun dyed the long river crimson, and blood congealed on the ground. Ouyang Hongxue kept her eyes tightly shut, lying on her wheelchair with a look of agony on her face.

Shen Congwei remained very rational and clear-headed. She said goodbye to Young Master Qin, whispered a few words into Shen Congshi's ear, and did not forget to take Yu Yan with her as she left.

The frigid air could slow down Zhou Mengmeng's attack speed, and his mental field would allow Xiao Yao to detect her position the moment she appeared. Combined with his neural reflex speed, Xiao Yao was confident he could block her attacks, even with the severe injuries his body was currently suffering.

Upon reaching the service desk on the large ship, they explained the situation and paid for the damages. The staff immediately hurried to clean up and replace the ruined decorations with intact ones.

Someone was shouting. In the final moment of death, he seemed to see his family and friends. That beautiful vision shattered in an instant, and he collapsed to the ground, his life force fading. Tears welled up in the eyes that stared blankly at the firmament.

"If I do not die today, I will surely exterminate the Celestial Clan!" A look of arrogant defiance curled the corners of Zhang Fan's lips.

Everyone desperately wanted to ask Doctor Gu: in your eyes, what exactly constitutes a "big problem"?