Chapter 62: Liu Erlong Emerges from Seclusion

"Finally broken through to the Soul Saint realm!"

Another half year had passed amidst the tedious special training life of the Blue Aqua Seven Phoenixes.

Along with a resonant and pleasant dragon roar, the entire Blue Aqua Academy learned of a momentous and joyous occasion:

Their dean, Liu Erlong, had successfully broken through to the 70th-rank Soul Saint realm!

This meant that the academy's strength and influence had increased substantially.

There was an unwritten rule in the soul master world:

Those below the 30th-rank Soul Grandmaster were referred to as...

Quan Yurong frowned as she walked forward, arriving at the designated room. Just as she raised her hand to knock, the door suddenly swung open. Before she could clearly see who was there, a force pulled her right inside.

The moment Cheng Qing laid eyes on Ye Ziqing, a flash of coldness pierced through her previously tear-misted eyes.

Only the two of them wore exceptionally precious defensive spiritual treasures, narrowly escaping with their lives, though they suffered severe injuries and passed out cold.

He slept until nightfall. Opening his eyes and sitting up, he looked out the window to find the dusk deepening; the sun had already set, and even the evening glow was about to vanish completely.

Had it been in the past, Chi Yan would have strictly forbidden these matters from coming to Mo Chuyi's knowledge. Therefore, back then, whether it was after Mo Chuyi suffered a kidnapping or endured a coercion incident, he always kept the truth from her.

I lowered my head, utterly at a loss in front of Wu Qingyuan, who had changed so drastically. My heart was in chaos, and I inexplicably shook my head, then nodded again.

Yet looking at him now, General Sheng appeared to be a fair-faced and white-toothed youth, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to the dark-complexioned, rugged hero of imagination. Aside from looking taller and sturdier than the average young master of a noble household, he bore no outward trace of a seasoned general who spent years commanding troops in distant battles.

Since Mu Yunfeng had no such intentions, it was up to her to help him pick a reliable man so that he wouldn't have to worry so much.

Wielding the Samsara Halberd, Lu Ming strode out. Gripping the weapon with both hands and exhaling sharply, he brought the Samsara Halberd down in a heavy slash toward the white-haired elder.

"By the way, you still haven't told us what your relationship with Gu Xiaoxiao is," Li Zhenzhen continued, her gossip radar active.

The Palace Master could naturally tell that Hua Muer still harbored some caution toward him. Seemingly understanding her perspective, he did not press any further.

Dark red armor, fair hands, and light pink hair drew exclamations of praise time and again, a testament to the abundance of true talent within the Twin Moons.

In the faint candlelight, the Vermilion Bird stared blankly at the ceiling, her heart a swirl of unidentifiable emotions. She had no intention of launching a sneak attack while the other person was fast asleep; everyone here had survived until now in this apocalyptic era and knew how things stood. Forget about the person lying inside making a move—even the mere flash of a killing intent would immediately alert the other party. Yet, she was simply too exhausted to fight off the encroaching wave of sleep.

Sun Xingyun knitted his brow, still clutching a pouch of fragmented silver, his expression growing increasingly profound.

Shielding Yunlong's eyes with one hand, she grabbed him with the other and quickly pulled him away from this place of right and wrong. It wasn't until Zong Xi was entirely out of sight that Si Jiuming finally released his hand from Yunlong's eyes.

For them, if Daisen were handed over to them right now, they would tear him apart alive—and that was no exaggeration. They would literally bite him to death piece by piece, swallowing his flesh and blood.

With a deafening crash, a massive bolt of lightning struck down, startling Tuanzi in the divine hiding space into a flurry of frightened meows.

She had an incompetent husband, and their entire household depended on the inn sustained by the dowry brought from her maiden family to survive.

Although he had won all five matches, a 360-degree detailed playback without blind spots abruptly revealed to Li Yonghao that he still harbored a massive number of flaws during the bouts.

Xuanyuan Minrou was stunned by the scolding, utterly bewildered by what had just happened. She gazed at him coldly, the chill in the depths of her eyes growing more intense.

If Yan Qingqing were to catch sight of him, she would surely realize this handsome fellow looked identical to the mages who built magic towers in animated films.

"Tell me, how can I make myself significantly stronger in a short period of time?" Yan Zifeng asked straight to the point, not waiting for the other party to initiate the conversation.