Today, Substitute Number 77 Also Takes the Field, Chapter 13

He had no idea where he ought to go, but he knew, just as his grandfather had said.

Thinking of her own eyes, she couldn't help but recall that serious injury five years ago, which left her bedridden for more than three years. If fate hadn't brought her to Deadend City, and if she hadn't herself been skilled in both medicine and poison, she would likely still be tormented by pain even now.

Li Jizi greeted each of the gentlemen and magnates in turn—these men were all, without a doubt, his elders and heavyweights in the world of business. Especially when Bai Fengju introduced Chen Zhonghao, the boss of the Chen Group in Greater Hu City, an invisible, powerful, and overwhelming aura pressed down upon his heart.

The young master waited while keeping an eye on the symbols at the top of the space, but after a long while, he could make nothing of them. He sent his consciousness into the dagger to probe the soul within and found no sign it would awaken again any time soon. Deciding it was time to leave, he prepared to go.

With so many venomous insects, even a cultivator of Elder Chen Yichang’s caliber would feel his scalp tingle at the sight. Such numbers—if they surged forward, it would take only an instant to drown a person. To face them in person, the pressure would be enough to drive most people to collapse.

Wang Chen agreed with a smile but asked her to keep everything he'd told her today a secret. He didn’t want too many people to know the details, fearing some might be driven by greed to risk venturing into the Forest of Divine Retribution, potentially bringing trouble to the Gnome and Giantling tribes.

After speaking, she didn’t even fully turn her head before taking a few steps forward, until the hair at her brow lightly brushed against Lengran’s cold skin.

Lengran’s resolve to leave faltered for a moment, not because of Ziyan’s biting sarcasm, but because a sound of death rose up from underground—a dull gunshot.

"Next, it’s your turn..." After devouring the two men, the three-headed dog pointed its paw at Shui Jing.

Whoosh—a colossal tornado suddenly materialized atop a sandy hill not far from Wang Chen, soaring into the sky and hurtling toward him just as he crouched down.

Zhao Guizhen gave a cold laugh, sweeping his horsetail whisk through the air. Instantly, an invisible barrier appeared in front of him. Huang Chao, man and blade together, crashed into the barrier and was flung heavily to the ground. His broadsword fell to the side, and he himself lay sprawled, unable to rise.

Shen Xi hadn't expected things to go so smoothly. It proved that as long as Shen Yingzhi wasn’t interfering, the original owner’s life would have been a happy one.

After exchanging greetings, Yu Jingmo took his usual seat, directly across from Lin Hui.

The white mist gradually dispersed, and twilight crept in. Chao Qiandai sat up and rubbed his eyes, his expression somewhat displeased. Xu Shouguang hurried over to help him up.

The media, academia, ordinary citizens, government departments—all of them, without exception, erupted into a frenzy.

"Then let's give it a try!" With a single thought, his elegant attire transformed into a simple, sacred, transcendent Daoist robe, four celestial swords hovering above his head—it was none other than the Four Swords of Immortal Execution.

"Quiet down, will you?" Chu Mo's cheek twitched. Wang Gui’s eyes flickered with panic for a moment, then he nodded solemnly.

Once she finished, Di Manni went to the kitchen, slaughtered two live chickens, smeared Lin Han with their blood, and poured some on the floor, then took out her phone to snap a few photos.

"You’re welcome to try. See whether it’s the Heavenly Demon Sect that gets wiped out, or the Grand Hall of Taihao reduced to dust!" The Heavenly Demon seemed unconcerned, even a little worldly, making Ling Cheng so angry he nearly blew out his beard, but he could do nothing about it.

Though Mantian looked like a hulking brute, his mind was incredibly astute—he was a true schemer.

She planned to keep the white-furred rabbit as the perfect helper to test the effectiveness of her new formation—stewing it was out of the question.

Arriving at the entrance to the novice village, she found many more players around—after all, it was dinnertime, so most office workers and students had logged on.

The homeroom teacher shot me a look and said she wasn’t that kind of person. She also mentioned that my aunt had only just left, so when we meet tomorrow night, we should have some fun and enjoy ourselves.

After hearing Li Chuan's words, Lin Ji knew there was no room for negotiation. He had hoped to rely on his relationship with Lin Su to persuade Li Chuan to stop, to prevent further harm to others and himself.

Since his mother had said so, he decided to go. There was no use worrying—now, he just needed to take good care of himself as she advised.

Li Yijie mustered his strength and let out a fierce shout, rotating his sword along the side of the staff and thrusting it toward Yuan Yi’s throat. The old master watched them both, unsure which to root for.

"A renowned friend, at the end of the lights," Nanxiang Qingfeng said lightly, as if not too impressed by this frozen heart.

The master of West Manor and the vampire clan chief both looked up in unison and saw Cong Yi’s master, Fuxi, flying on his sword. Awe and fear sprang up in their hearts—but when they saw that Fuxi was standing on a toy wooden sword, they burst out laughing, one after another.

Just as Wei Simeng turned his head to exchange opinions with Long Yunfei beside him, his ears suddenly perked up! Though the footsteps were still far away, the dense sound already reached his keen ears.