Volume 1, Chapter 33: Saving Little Gray

"Thud." Old Fresh-Fish, eyes bulging like a bull's, was knocked over by his own severed arm, rolling like a chunk of meat toward the edge of the Black River.

"Boom! Splat." Lang Yu, like a kite with a broken string, slammed into the opposite stone wall more than two meters up before falling to the ground.

"Mo Li, do you know exactly what method he is using?" Elder Qingyun observed the male students behind him, noting that they were completely unable to control their gazes. If the Fire Demons were to launch a major attack at this moment, they would surely be defeated without a fight and suffer heavy casualties.

The old man, having listened to Lin Yichen, knew that his inner fury remained unspent. He feared such impulsive young men; until they vented the fire in their hearts, it was impossible for them to stop. Knowing he could not persuade Lin Yichen, the old man shifted his target, turning to advise Xu Tianlan beside him.

If he hadn't heard the knocking at the door, it would be one thing, but now that he had, even though Mo Li was extremely reluctant to get up, he knew he had to.

"If we are going to perform a 'wedding rush' to ward off bad luck, I think the horse's name should be auspicious," Zhaojun mused, ever so thoughtful.

"Heh... that is the Alan I know." Cynthia finally chuckled, letting out a sigh of relief.

Most of the people present were influential titans of their respective realms, and their capacity for patience was naturally extraordinary. However, once someone took the lead, the number of less-than-kind individuals gradually grew. In the end, only the Queen Mother of the West remained, wearing the same expression from start to finish.

As Christine stepped onto the stage, Lin Yichen observed her expression closely. Although she appeared calm, he could sense that her body was extremely tense, which resulted in an inevitable consequence: physical stiffness.

Mo Zhu opened his eyes suddenly—not because he was startled by Huo Ziyin's words, but simply because he was truly exhausted.

At this moment, Sun Zhihui, Zhang Yan, and Liu Fei were gathered in the conference room of Zheng Anguo's company, drinking tea and waiting for Tang Feng's arrival.

The wanderer Feng was dressed in a cyan long robe. As he spoke, the laws of the universe rippled around him. Judging by his strength, this fellow had actually reached the Half-Emperor Realm!

Wang Xuanlong reached up to press his twitching right eyelid, looked at the bewildered classmates in the room, let out a cold snort, and turned to walk toward the classroom building across the way.

With that, Shi Yan nodded. The two had rested enough, so they picked up their long swords and charged into the formation once more. According to the rules, this was their final chance; if they failed again, there would be no more opportunities.

Zhang Yan's voice was exceptionally loud, drawing the gazes of everyone nearby who was busy packing up.

Bai Qian sniffed the air, and his expression changed instantly; his face turned as dark as soot.

The Sea of Clouds! One of the wonders within the human realm, perpetually shrouded in thick layers of cloud. Within the sea of clouds lay a field, and beside it, an old man was sweating as he plowed the earth, coughing violently from time to time.

Xie Qiao did not say another word; he turned and bolted out the door, sprinting toward his sanctuary: Caiyang Valley.

The Fourth Brother secretly rejoiced that the other side hadn't dealt a lethal blow; otherwise, he would likely have been left behind today...

This slap stunned Fei Liangyan, and Liu Lingshan herself had not expected that she would actually strike him.

Zhang Kuo, worried about Zheng Tutu, wanted to end the fight quickly. He immediately revealed the "Maitreya Buddha Golden Shield" to block Bai Xiaojun's crocodile head, and the two crocodile heads were instantly crushed into pulp.

An Yichen was closest to them. Seeing the fake Liu Zhiruo about to reach them, he disregarded the surrounding battle and lunged forward, locking in combat with her.

"This—" Old Master Song looked at Yan Jingjing with some embarrassment, not knowing what to say.

"Commander! You may not know this, but I used to be a guard for the Heavenly King!" the old soldier sighed.

Just as Jiang Defang was wondering how to rescue Yang Caiyue, a cold glint flashed before his eyes, and a sword plunged diagonally into the stone wall in front of him. Startled, Jiang Defang leaped backward, assuming a defensive posture. Looking up, he realized the newcomer was none other than Dugu Hen.

Sure enough, the paper figure appeared and walked toward them. He pulled out an arrow but did not rush to nock it, appearing as if the target were already within his grasp.

"It's okay, it still hurts a little," An Yichen said while putting on his specialized contact lenses.

"My liquor has a high alcohol content; it's not suitable for you, so you'd better not drink it," Chang Yong signaled for the drink to be taken away.

Zhang Kuo got up and said, "I'm heading back to my room." With that, he stepped toward the bedroom cabin.

With Xuan Yan's explanation, the interviews were no longer necessary. Tang Guo waved his hand, dismissing the group of young people from the Ink Garden.

Truly, it was: Enchanting bones swaying in a drunken grace, carrying clouds and dragging rain across the front river. Petals drifting into the mire, languid and shy, half turning to spring mud, half to mist. The beautiful cherry blossoms were like brilliant fireworks; though fleeting, they were breathtakingly lovely, leaving a lingering, endless aftertaste.

So, had Xu Ran borne the brunt of his anger for nothing, being scolded by him for so long? And he couldn't even understand or fight back.

"Master is above, please accept your disciple's bow!" Song Muyao immediately rose, cupping her fists and bowing toward me.

Fang Zhao and Cao Hui immediately signaled that they would go along as well. Zhou Qi felt this was not the proper way for guests to behave, but seeing his three companions all express their intent, he had no choice but to follow.

On the sea, the blue-and-white *Ocean Pianist* stood like a fortress, motionless amidst the surging ocean currents.

My purpose in doing this was to tell the Heavenly General and those around me that I was truly relaxed, so that they would not be nervous.

After showing their invitations, the two successfully entered the venue, where roasted sea monster meat was provided for free, its nutritional value far exceeding ordinary food.

Wu Junxi looked at me, the corners of his mouth curling into an evil, charming smile... I shivered all over, yet I dared not be slow; I quickly took off my coat and hopped onto the bed.