Did the young substitute play today?

Zhu Yuyan’s expression turned cold. Suddenly, she struck out, unleashing her own Heart-Seeking Sword Technique, aiming to seriously injure Zhang Liang with a single blow.

Gold scattered everywhere—how could one simply leave it? Once the monster was completely dead, the golden liquid began to solidify as the temperature dropped.

In truth, Shen Yang let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that the dull archery competition was finally over.

When the General returned to school, his father withdrew a thick stack of cash from the bank, carefully counting it before handing it over. The General glanced at the money and said, “This semester is short, two thousand will be enough.” He divided the sum, leaving half for his father. That day, he resolved to be a good son and a diligent student.

Yet Li Yunmu made no move and gave no reply to Lord Xiao’s question, which only made Lord Xiao all the more anxious.

But if the story were set against the backdrop of the Journey to the West, how could Heaven possess such power as to annihilate a Great Emperor of the Golden Immortal rank in a single instant?

The sun was already slanting. Countless windows of the Ministry of Truth, left in shadow, looked like the sinister gun slits of a fortress. Standing before the massive, pyramid-like structure, his heart quailed. It was too impregnable—impossible to attack.

Upon hearing this, Jue Qingzi handed the twins to Yan Wanqiu and placed the crane into his spirit beast pouch. In the next moment, he formed a seal in midair, summoned the flying sword behind him, and, pulling Yan Wanqiu with him, transformed into a brilliant rainbow, their speed surging as they raced toward the Alliance stronghold. The disciples of the Underworld, seeing this, let out a cry and followed close behind.

The ceaseless waves crashed against the bridge piers. Even hearing only the sound, one could sense the clarity and coolness of the flowing water.

Mu Xi was about to offer a few words of comfort when the crisp sound of the doorbell suddenly rang out, and at the same time, there was movement from the upstairs room.

Teacher Zhou Li carefully examined the photos in the album, capturing every valuable moment of his playful team members. After putting his phone back in his pocket, he looked at his students with satisfaction.

The place remained as quiet as ever; aside from the occasional passing vehicle, the long roadside was empty of pedestrians, inhabited only by plants left damp from the night before.

In truth, he wanted to say that with a single phone call, not only could he change these few photos, but he could even replace the main character of this commercial altogether.

“As for payment, I’m not sure about the going rate—how about three gold coins?” Orchi clearly valued Koki’s wizard inheritance immensely and was even a bit impatient.

“Prince Fu, you may rest assured this time.” Third Master Wang refilled Prince Fu’s cup with wine.

As a Star God, to be treated in such a way was a desecration and a humiliation. Inevitably, the tone grew icy, laced with hidden anger.

Having watched many Hong Kong films in his youth, the boss now fancied himself a bit of a gangster too. All he needed was to remove the floral apron at his waist to increase his “tough guy” aura by one percent.

But Nan Wuyou’s gaze toward Rong Qian was more complicated now. Silent and calmer than anyone, she should have known this was a crucial moment. Now that she was with child, it would inevitably slow her down—so why would she… Was it simply because Xuanyuan Tianyue was the man she loved?

For Harris to know so much about the Upper Echelons of the Anti-Alliance Organization, there could only be one explanation: there was a traitor inside.

In another secluded corner of Xuan Yue Palace, the cloaked figure on the run had the misfortune of encountering another sleepless soul in the depths of night.

“Who it is doesn’t matter. Show me your flying sword,” Wu Ji said crisply, leaning on his sword and waiting.

“Yu Ji is of no consequence—if you can’t remember, don’t bother,” Leng Muchan said softly.

Yuan Ben wanted to go see those two as well, but seeing that Zong Yang and the others were still behind him, he obediently turned back.

In an instant, arcs of lightning became densely packed, and from outside, Zi Ning’s figure could no longer be seen.

Murong Che arrived at Yun Duoduo’s courtyard. He saw a corner of the brocade quilt turned up, not folded. With a smile at his lips, he shook his head.

Listening for the direction of the voice, Yi Wuchen’s face was flushed, but his heart, which had leaped into his throat, suddenly relaxed.

Luo Qingyue tilted her head, catching the hint of a smile in Jun Wuxie’s eyes. Suddenly, she understood—of course, with how well Jun Wuxie knew her, he could never be so easily fooled.

“What did you say? You dare talk back—” Mo Li glared, anger rising in his clear eyes, tinged with embarrassment as he scolded Yun Xiyan.

Feng Qingchen lowered her gaze and looked at her coldly. “That won’t be necessary. I’ll get up when I wake.” With those words, she strode past her and entered the house, her face icy.

There was the version of her who chatted and laughed, the one who was indifferent and unfeeling, the one who was stern and severe, the one who was fragile and yielding, and the one who was unyielding as iron… All the expressions he had ever seen on her face drifted before his eyes.

Soon, the gentle sound of snoring could be heard—not particularly special, but somehow magical, instantly easing Cheng Xia’s taut nerves.

These were people who had followed him through life and death, yet yesterday he had lost nearly ten thousand brothers, and many more lay wounded and bedridden—he could not bear to visit them.

Four marrow-transplanted warriors divided into two flanks, shielding both wings. Five blood-transfused warriors supported the sides. The three bone-tempering warriors formed the rear guard beside Li Yang.

Liu Meng had only met Zhuan Sunji a little earlier than she had—why should she occupy his heart? So she opposed Liu Meng at every turn, but never imagined that the seemingly gentle and weak Liu Meng was actually so calculating. She used her difficulties as a tool to win Zhuan Sunji’s sympathy, step by step drawing him further away.

Once the master left, the young women grew lively. They took Luo Lianyi by the hand and sat down together, picking up pastries to eat.

As she spoke, Meng Dieyi, to prove her point, waved her hand at the nearby stream. Instantly, a stream of water broke off, circled once around Mu Chen, and then flew toward Meng Dingdang standing nearby.

Exploring in the mountains, adventurers who lived by the sword were never lacking in courage or bloodlust, but even more so, they had no shortage of wisdom. Among the five, the middle-aged man in the lead gave Old Ke, who stood by the crater, a long, deep look, then waved his hand, and the group retreated.

Night was slowly falling. Chen Lin sat by the sea. Even though there was a fire nearby, she still felt cold.

“Hey, you’re getting bolder after just a few days?” Su Zeli immediately jumped off the table and chased Bai Qijin out of the classroom.

He could fight well and feared no one, but after all, he was unfamiliar with this place. If the Wu family’s enemies decided to take out their hatred on him, to ambush him and catch him off guard, that would be no laughing matter.