Chapter 45

There are roughly over five thousand students in the entire Xuanchu Academy. Standing out among these five thousand without an extremely high level of cultivation is simply impossible.

Seeing Ye Yun act this way, Zhou Hai's expression changed drastically. He then hurriedly waved his hands and offered an explanation to Ye Yun.

Xia Mujin made room for him beside her. She had originally wanted to talk to Gu Qiu about recent work matters, but since Ji Chenggong was taken away, Xia Mujin had rarely heard any news about him.

However, facing Qu Huoxin's questioning, Kun Zhengyang, who had always considered himself impartial and selfless, became somewhat timid and hesitant, not knowing how to answer.

Fearing that he would truly vanish just like last time, He Xiu carried Old Man Zhu on his back and ran around the mountainside. Every time he wanted to stop and catch his breath, Old Man Zhu would rap him on the head with a bone and force him not to stop. He Xiu inwardly cursed his bad luck, but under the circumstances, he had no choice but to obey him.

"Taken care of!" Xin Zhui descended abruptly, resting quietly by Zhou Zhe's side as she watched this feast of slaughter.

Ever since the Demon invasion, they had always remained hidden within their own unique realm, and only the Eight-Tailed Fox had once ventured out privately a few hundred years ago.

Zhou Yanqing's eyes were rimmed with red. She sniffled her somewhat congested nose, raised a hand, and gently patted the Crown Prince's head.

Lin Muhan looked at Chen Zhongyi with a puzzled expression. She knew very well what this man was trying to say; right now, he was simply playing dumb.

Having spent many years at the Heavenly Sword Sect, he had always been an outer sect disciple and could never touch the core of the sect. Consequently, he hardly possessed even a decent cultivation technique, let alone higher-level soul techniques such as the Soul Searching Art.

Sure enough, when Chen Feng stated that "a major boss likes Ju Lian's paintings," Zhou Bao immediately wore a look of panic.

Where had Gu Yan ever seen anything so novel? She quickly whipped out her phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to Lin Xi.

"Then I'll wait for you to come see me." Shen Yubai let out a chuckle, looked at Yan Muwen, and promised him.

Although the face before him was somewhat too aggressive, making most people who saw it hesitant to get close, her stunning beauty was undeniable. If he had to find a point of comparison, Lu Mingfei could be certain that she was even prettier than Wine De Mai whom he had seen before.

With no other choice, Chen Jinting had to endure her nausea and retching, lifting her skirt with one hand while holding out the other hand to him.

Therefore, during his first near-death state in the terrorist organization's base, he had completely annihilated those terrorists without any psychological burden, feeling no psychological discomfort whatsoever. The entire process was extremely fluid, leaving behind no psychological trauma afterward.

Thus, it was quite normal for someone to use their superpowers to cause trouble, and Lu Mingfei did not find it strange at all.

"I always feel like you're talking about me." Lin Murong looked at her. No, it wasn't a feeling—she was literally talking about him.

The roller coaster plunging straight down began to slow its speed. It was as if there were invisible tracks beneath the water, and the roller coaster entered a gentle path, gliding slowly.

After the leader of the Xuanwu Gang had his mental strength shattered by Wang Yu, even though he still possessed fourth-tier Earth-type abilities within his body, he was completely unable to unleash them.

After digging the bamboo out by its roots, Yao Beibei began to fret. This Green Sword was merely an initiation gift distributed by the Qingfeng Sect to newly recruited disciples; without spiritual energy infused into it, it was no different from an ordinary blunt weapon. It was fine for digging dirt, but trying to carve a ladle out with it would truly be quite difficult.

"I'll handle my own romance myself; there's nothing you need to help with. You just need to keep loving other men as you always do," Tao Siyuan teased.

In the past, the Yu Ding had also suffered attacks from insects and monsters, and under those attacks, the Yu Ding had not left a single trace. However, Wang Yu could not be certain whether the Yu Ding could still remain intact under an energy attack as powerful as the Annihilation of the Ten Directions.

I set up a simple altar in Mr. Shi's bedroom, then had Shi Le stand guard outside the door, forbidding anyone from entering. At the very beginning, the paper money and gold ingots I burned reacted immediately—that was the deceased spirits coming to collect their money.

The spirit-godly power transformed into a special nutrient, which, combined with spiritual energy, acted like a breath of air, rapidly multiplying this trace of bloodline within Lu Sheng's body in just a few moments.

Lu Yu withdrew the spiritual sword from his bosom, let out a light shout of "Break!", and raised a hand to point forward. The huge demon head dissolved in response, and the Buddha statue also turned into a clay figurine whose outward form could no longer be discerned. Even so, judging by its material, it was still not easily breached.

"Audacious!" An angry, cold shout made Yan Huanzhen instantly feel the pressure lift, and like someone seeing a savior, he fixed his gaze on the newcomer.

However, before leaving the Beijing Base City, Wang Yu had still collected a large batch of jade and placed it within his storage talisman.

As for the unluckiest one, naturally, it was still him. In the haunted house, she had grabbed, pinched, and bitten him out of fright, leaving him looking far more disheveled than her when they came out.

As for the rule for additional chapters: a Supreme Patron's heavy reward is a pipe dream, and I dare not indulge in wild fantasies, so we won't discuss it for now.

"What specifically are we supposed to observe?" Maya seemed to have no issues with the environment here and was busy calibrating her weapons and communication device.

Sang Jinyue tossed the Luoyun Sword to Tingfeng. Tingfeng raised a hand and directly retrieved the sword with its scabbard, her movement smooth and dashing.

He gazed at the phone in his hand, his expression gradually shifting from cold and gloomy to soft. His thin lips then curved upward into a faint, gentle smile, resembling a spring breeze sweeping past.

Su Mubai had injured his finger, which had a small cut, seemingly sliced by something sharp.

It was a very conventional motivational speech, but highly effective. The whispering inside the Dunkirk, which had originally arisen due to tension, instantly ceased one after another.

After all, there were low-key major bosses out there, but a major boss like Zhang Hao, who walked everywhere in street-stall clothes and didn't own a single decent piece of attire, was truly far too rare.