52 The Inevitable Battle

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Xu Jinxian still remembered Yu Linying; he was originally responsible for collecting rent but knew quite a few people. Hearing this, I let out a sigh of relief—it was just a favor, after all, so it was somewhat understandable. The reason he was called a humanoid creature was that his skin was bluish, and his eyes lacked whites, appearing pitch black and somewhat frightening.

Park Shì withdrew the card from midair, looking at Bai Xiaoli with a complex expression. “You’ve recently… been in mortal danger.” The young man muttered under his breath, then swiftly pivoted, stepping off the rooftop’s edge and gliding through the air.

He paused, about to ask Su Lie for the quiz taker’s name, when he heard Elder Zhao’s voice. The most unexpected thing for her was that on the last day of the film screening, she encountered Gothic Elizabeth.

A massive golden wheel, resembling the one held by a heavenly king, hovered in the sky, radiating light as brilliant as the sun itself.

The security guard felt embarrassed; here was the chairman of the Tianchu Group, a man whose mere footstep caused tremors throughout Zhonggang City and the entire northeast. Yet, hearing this ‘country bumpkin’ speak of him so casually, without any honorifics, made him seem like an ordinary person. Did no one know that meeting Chairman Chu required an appointment?

“We’ve gained some advantage; this otherworldly realm will likely be even more challenging,” Su Fuyue said with a cold glance and a pair of rolling eyes. “You needn’t say more. We’ll handle the lower realm ourselves. Since you say so, we’ll just focus on capturing Shen Yichen.”

Vegeta felt a flicker of unease deep within, but seeing Son Goku and Sun Wukong ignore it, he also kept his head down and paid no attention to Frieza. As for Nelu, Sepa, and Paikes, though gripped by dread, their current opponents and the terrifying aura were equally detestable.

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It seemed no need for double training; Yukimura Seiji glanced at Sanada Genichiro, who nodded, immediately understanding what Yukimura meant.

Dong Ling hurriedly pulled Mu Xiang to prepare the medicine—a long and tedious process. They remained tense, constantly watching for strangers nearby. Time passed second by second; calculating the journey from Chen Family Village to the county office made their anxiety even greater.

Unconsciously, the group’s sympathy for Teacher Tony turned into complaints about Yin Yi.

“Go away. Don’t think I don’t know the other meaning of ‘egg tart.’ I can’t believe I was so naive...” Chitanda blushed, glaring at Oreki.

The Banyan Tree Spirit dared not object and swore on the spot, almost wishing to sell himself to Xuanwei and the Celestial View.

“I, a humble Taoist, have a way to breach the formation. Take this chance to escape. If you are fortunate enough to survive, please return our sect’s treasured artifact!” the Taoist declared resolutely, as if making a solemn decision.

Each student’s agent selected a song, consulted the mentor’s opinion, then submitted the program to the production team.

Zhang Yumeng habitually acted spoiled, but her heart indeed ached; only those with heart conditions could understand the suffocating cold sweat she felt.

Love is indulgence, but it is also letting go and fulfillment. He was undergoing this cruel lesson.

Just as he suddenly treated her well, suddenly spoiled her, now suddenly disappeared and grew distant, she absolutely had to understand the changes behind it.

Gu Zhaoxi looked up at the sky, lifted his injured hand, and gently traced her soft lips. It was his first kiss with her, secret yet filled with such intense palpitations that he felt his whole heart no longer belonged to him.

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“I will, I will obey. Whatever King K tells me to do, I will do. I’m going back now to absorb those seven boys.” Luo Bing no longer dared harbor any rebellious thoughts.

“Hmph, those trapped in this formation are our live targets. Prepare to die...” Master Pengjun said impatiently, waving his hand. A man of his refinement disliked talking to those who cursed openly, so he decisively gave the order to attack.

“Friends, the reinforcements for the earthquake are stuck on the road. We should retreat,” an officer poked his head out of an infantry vehicle and said to Ouyang Pengcheng.

Madam Cao laughed heartily beside them: “Speaking of which, Yun Niang owes big thanks to sister-in-law. She probably hopes to be taken back to the Zou family—her wish is about to come true.” Madam Wang turned away with a sour face, refusing to look at her angry smile.

“Divine artifact?” Zhong Kui nearly screamed. He did have divine artifacts, but in the Netherworld, they were few. The underworld had a few, but the three great families had long since cleared them out. Where could any artifacts still be found?

Just as the applause died down, a white horse ran over, circled Princess Anle, then turned its rear toward her. Suddenly, it flicked its tail, and a lump of horse dung hit Princess Anle squarely in the face.

Wang Dabao answered honestly and waited for a response. After all, such a statement wouldn’t be easily believed; some persuasion was likely needed. But he waited a full minute, and the other party only looked at them silently—no words. Strange—why no reply?

The classroom was silent; one could hear a pin drop. Outside, an unknown number of people had gathered, all holding their breath and staring intently at Qingming.