Chapter 110: Indeed, He’s No Match for Old Lu

After half a month of effort, Lu Yu finally succeeded in preparing a batch of culture medium. However, the exact effects were still unknown, so Lu Yu planned to test it first. It couldn’t be too good or too poor.

For instance, if a growth cycle that normally takes half a year suddenly accelerated to just one day, that would be too extraordinary. Conversely, if it still took five months and twenty-nine days, it would be meaningless.

Lu Yu carefully placed an experimental plant into the culture medium for observation.

Cheng Peipei didn’t need any explanation; as long as Zhao Yuhuan was used as a scapegoat, the Ruan siblings would believe it.

His voice gradually softened until it faded away. After a brief silence, he let out a faint, quiet laugh but said nothing.

“What should we do then?” Chen Nian turned back to ask him. Her eyes were red-rimmed, tear stains still visible on her face, and even her voice sounded muffled. It was obvious she had been crying, and she did not want to embarrass herself in front of the old Taoist from Chaoyangzi.

“Why do you have to care? Can’t it just be between the two of us like before?” Qin Fengzhan finally fastened his belt and turned around, his tone rather cold.

The wolf dog lunged fiercely at Su Ranhua, but it was restrained by a long chain. When Su Ranhua dodged into a corner, the wolf dog was just a fraction short of reaching her.

This indicated that something must have happened on the island, something urgent enough that they could no longer attend to their own affairs. What could possibly be so serious to make the people of the Netherworld Island treat it like a grave threat?

But now it seemed that was just wishful thinking. Their relationship had long been irreconcilable, like water and fire, never able to coexist peacefully.

Having dealt with Liu Meng’er and the others, who were already deeply infatuated, Liu Meng’er looked at Ao Tian with a charming gaze, a trace of affection gleaming in her eyes.

In truth, the two of them had only met once, but Li Luowei’s wholehearted help deeply moved her.

Chen Nian lowered her eyes and sat silently for a while. When her legs regained some strength, she stood up and exchanged a few polite words with the chief before taking her leave.

“Fang Ju is also under investigation,” Chai An’an said. She had initially planned to say nothing but couldn’t resist responding.

Although Yan Chixia’s Southern Ming Fire Technique had reached a very advanced level, whether it could withstand Feng Wanli’s attack and emerge unscathed was uncertain.

However, this project’s success rate was too low and its consumption too great, resembling the use of anti-aircraft guns to swat mosquitoes. Ultimately, the Black Society indefinitely shelved it. Only the project leader at the time still persisted in the experiments.

After taking the flyers and leaving the classroom, Fang Mu first went to the printing room to print several copies, then posted them in several prominent locations.

The previous 120 phantom strikes were merely a feint. The real deadly move came afterward.

Suddenly he hesitated. What if Ye Xin was also a wolf in sheep’s clothing? Even if he wasn’t as strong as Chen Fusheng, as long as he had a third of his strength, it wouldn’t end well for him.

Since he had already torn off the mask in front of the sect leader, Lu Yuanming no longer pretended. He openly mocked him without restraint.

Tomoya Okazaki bent down to pick up the basketball, glanced at Nagisa Furukawa, hesitated for a moment, then raised the ball with trembling arms. But just as his right arm passed his shoulder, he suddenly lost strength, and the ball rolled to the ground.

Not to mention the thieves and assassins—characters who normally shunned the light—were so openly present on the Norland Continent that they even gave rise to professional branches like thieves and assassins. This was unimaginable to him.

Although the emperor did not know who “Wu Zhan” referred to, he understood the name. The bandits on East Liang Mountain had been attacked three or four times by his troops without success. This time it was surprisingly easy, and it seemed they had walked into a trap themselves. This was indeed strange.

After a long time, Corina heard the gist. Following Xianglong’s instructions, she tried the method to condense magical power but found no effect at all.