Volume 1, Chapter 55: Neither Xia Huai'an nor the Old Madam Was Spared

Those concubine-born sons who had originally supported Xia Ziyi felt a burning shame wash over their faces.
To think that they had just publicly supported such a petty scoundrel!
"Our reputation as concubine-born sons was already poor enough, but now look at us—we are completely infamous!"
"You're an absolute disgrace to all concubine-born sons!"
The two contestants who had purchased the examination questions panted heavily with rage, wishing they could rush forward and give Xia Ziyi a couple of vicious kicks.

"Teacher Liu, good day," Lan Youming said with a sneer, followed by a harsh, cold huff. He grabbed Shirley by the arm and strode toward the school gates. At that moment, the look in Lan Youming's eyes—a chilling blend of cruelty and utter despair—was deeply etched into the hearts of both Liu Qi and Shirley.

Hua Qingyi glanced around at everyone and continued: "All of you suspecting B is completely understandable. We did indeed search Master Yi Chen's room B, and truly did not see this item there. However, last night, after meeting with the monk Datou, I made another trip to Lotus Temple."

A troubled expression crossed Old Qi's face. In truth, that was precisely what Old Qi had been thinking just moments ago: as long as he could figure out which sect this person belonged to, he could roughly gauge their skill level. He simply hadn't expected the other person's discernment to be so formidable, seeing right through his trick with a single glance.

Yimo looked around at the surrounding mountains and forests, and asked, "Are you going to live here from now on?" Since she didn't want to bring it up, they wouldn't dwell on the past, but instead talk about the future.

Blood trickled continuously from the corners of Murong Ru's mouth, and her complexion was as pale as paper without a trace of color. It seemed that even the Supreme Heavenly Pill was unable to heal her injuries.

This piece of information instantly captured the complete attention of all the trainees. Because the selection method was not the challenge tournament they had anticipated, but rather a bizarre maze, it left many people baffled and ignited a new glimmer of hope for those who had previously thought they had no chance of being selected.

In this world, people always bully the weak and judge others by their appearance. How could Murong Zhi fail to understand such a shallow and obvious truth? Since she already knew it, why bother fussing over it? It was nothing more than her own mind overthinking things.

Everyone around was dumbfounded. They never could have imagined that a practitioner at the peak of the Transformation Realm could be defeated by three practitioners at the mid-Transformation Realm.

Countless sword qi converged upon the longsword in Tianxuan's hand, affecting even the dark night, while the air was filled with the relentless ringing of swords.

In modern times, one could take medicine, get injections, or receive blood transfusions, but none of the latter two were feasible in ancient times; one could only rely on the former, and Su Jinxi was not very well-versed in that aspect.

At this moment, Su Jinxi was naturally no longer like before, solely preoccupied with worrying about the poisoned Ye Youyao. Her only desire was to resolve Lan Yu as quickly as possible, retrieve the Dragon-Driving Sword and the antidote, and return to the altar. Therefore, she showed absolutely no mercy in her strikes.

"Found it, I finally found a set of unworn clothes," came Director Liu's voice from outside, accompanied by approaching footsteps. That sound acted like an incantation, instantly shattering the frozen time and space inside the washroom like a pebble striking a pane of glass, causing it to instantly fracture.

As for the trunk of the yacht, I wasn't particularly polite; with a couple of heavy, resounding kicks, it proved to be quite sturdy.

Ye Youyao had originally retrieved the Dragon-Driving Sword from the altar, but unfortunately, that rat had seized the opportunity, allowing Lan Yu to reap the profits like the snipe and the clam, and take the Dragon-Driving Sword instead.

"Fine, I'll call the police right now. At the very least, I'll have them take this girl away," the proprietress felt that Wu Qian雪 was extremely unsafe staying here.

Touching the engraved characters carved into the walls, a deeply complex and inexplicable expression appeared on Fred's face.

It was just a pity that White Cloud Temple had been utterly destroyed at the hands of Xu Anhu. As for what the true story actually was, there was no longer any way to find out.

Having remained trapped inside such a ring for so long with only a soul and no physical body, the artifact spirit elder must have experienced profound loneliness for a very long time.

Tang Hong, the master of the Wuji Sect and a powerful expert at the mid-Golden Core stage, was roughly on par with the master of the Fudan Sect.