Chapter 133: Opening the Door to Imagination

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Now, seeing the trainees before him imprisoned in the academy like prisoners, he suddenly felt an even greater reluctance and lost all desire to study magic. Outside in the courtyard lay the bodies of seven or eight servants from the Ye family. As for when exactly the man in the black robe had struck, the three inside the room remained completely unaware. Guān Lín Sàn Rén seized this opportunity, placing both palms strategically to lock onto two major acupoints on Zhàn Tiānhǔ’s chest. Ye Mù’s heart skipped a beat when his hand was grabbed, but now, hearing the man speak, he managed to dispel his fear. Upon hearing this, Chén Yuè Rú was momentarily at a loss for words, standing there dumbfounded and unable to respond. Under normal circumstances, the Illusory Spirit Void could only sense a single emotion, but it was Yì Héngtiān’s foolish habit of voicing every thought that betrayed him. He also approached Yuè Zǐyún and noticed a whole carrot lying quietly there, reminding him of his old white rabbit, who also disliked carrots very much. Soon, surging spiritual energy rapidly flowed from the surrounding air into Xú Wēi’s body, then galloped like a wild horse directly into his dantian. The fat man released his grip but kept his sharp gaze fixed on the burly man; likewise, Fēifēi and Mò Língshēng watched cautiously, instinctively spreading out into a fan shape, ready to attack or defend. The receptionist nervously stood up, lowered her head, and hesitated as she drew out a heart-shaped velvet box larger than her palm from behind. “Alright.” Zhōu Yáng sighed in relief, then immediately called the county, specifically the Public Security Bureau, where Hé Jiànmíng personally answered. As for Dà Shèng, there was no need to mention—Lǐ Qiānhuī shuddered every time he thought of it; he had never been involved in such a large deal in his life. He wondered if the emperor brother, overwhelmed by state affairs, had perhaps gone mad to commit such a reckless act. The ball threaded through the space beneath the referee’s high chair, forming a massive arc that instantly broke through District 1’s defense line, shooting toward the backcourt’s backhand area. She had said before that she intended to give him flowers on their date—he never expected to receive them in such a manner, which, frankly, was not at all delightful.

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Wèi Zhēxīng had harbored a secret crush on Péi Yún for ten years; though he never said anything, Wèi Zhēxīng knew his character well. Lù Jǐngshēn heard the words sharply from a distance and suddenly stood up in a reactive outburst. His flushed, drunken face rushed forward to grab Péi Qīngyuè by the collar. Her slender waist, perfectly shaped, was outlined by a tight sash, captivating onlookers’ eyes. Another reason was that Wēn Tíngchēn, the male lead, grew increasingly incompetent and tyrannical after ascending the throne, causing the people to suffer greatly. Just the two classmates she had met already seemed seriously ill, so caution was warranted. Wáng Língyùn smiled faintly. Within eyes filled with terrifying magical energy, she radiated a benevolent smile. Fù Yǔ’ān was on the brink of despair, his mindset extremely fragile; if pushed too hard, he might jump from the upper floor. Lù Kūn shook his head—this kind of old fox likely didn’t believe in ephemeral love; only after tiring of a life of indulgence would he seek a warm harbor to anchor his grand vessel. Treading on the snake’s head, Lín Xiù sneered dismissively before drawing a spiritual dagger and delivering a fatal blow to the serpent. Occasionally, one might show compassion for the struggling common folk, thinking to care for them a little. After all, Spirit Masters were a forbidden profession in all realms, with a lofty status and understandably high appearance fees. “Hey, you foul little girl! I warn you, don’t refuse a toast only to drink the penalty drink! Around here, no one dares say no to Old Zheng Liu!” Confronted with a tough opponent, even Old Zheng Liu felt a bit flustered. The two disciples each held a jade talisman between their fingers, ready to crush it instantly if the other made a move. Until a week ago, a late-night fire had blackened half the hotel, killing two waiters on the spot and lightly injuring several guests, forcing the hotel to close for renovation.

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Indeed! Xióng Zìyuǎn was almost certain that Yáo Yìyáo’s treasure was the Fire-attribute Kunlun Jade, but a sudden thought halved his confidence. Just as Lín Yuàn was anxious, a shadow darted forward, leapt into the air, and grabbed Huái Huā’s ankle. Regardless of how Líng Qiūzhì and his two brothers cursed, videos and images of the Five Giants’ appearance had spread widely online, attracting increasing attention. Her grandfather had been the teacher of the contemporary Feather Emperor—a truly astonishing identity—and though he was old and frail, he remained at the peak of the Fiery Realm. Fāng Yùn was curious about what method Lín Yù would use to purge Qū Jìnghé’s cold poison. This wasn’t a game! Táng Chén had long seen through that Brother Hóu was no good and would sooner or later act out. Thus, when everyone displayed their embroidery pieces later, onlookers could compare and easily spot any who had outsourced their work. By the shore of Wèi Míng Lake, endless clear streams flowed, forming a nearly liquid armor that shielded and concealed Táng Chén’s figure. “It’s over,” the Golden Lion sighed deeply, his expression exceedingly complex. Behind him, the various kings bore different looks—Téng Shé King was joyful, while Kǒng Qu King appeared gratified. About five minutes later, the foreigner, visibly impatient, drew a wallet from his pocket and waved a green card before Zhōu Chángtài’s eyes. Unexpectedly, Zhōu Chángtài reached out, snatched the green card, and examined it closely in his hand.