Chapter 144: I Want to Fight Ten of Them

As soon as Su Lu stepped onto the lecture platform, a commotion indeed stirred through the Minglun Hall.

The elderly scholars, seeing that the person about to teach them was merely a youngster of fourteen or fifteen years old, instantly felt profoundly humiliated...

"The magistrate is truly making a mockery of us!"

"To make us forgo the New Year and travel one or two hundred miles through mountain paths, only to listen to a child lecture!"

"Flesh and blood can only endure so much! Death is preferable to such humiliation!" What began as low murmurs gradually threatened to erupt into outright chaos.

From this perspective, the Immortal Venerable of Tribulation Crossing likewise stood as an existence proudly perched at the very pinnacle of all heavens and myriad realms.

The white-robed figure walked over, helped him up, and cordially checked his pulse to assess his condition.

Wanting to DIY a warship of one's own, even if it were merely an ancient wooden warship, was no easy feat.

"Tonight, I will take you all out for some fun. There is an auction at the convention center tonight, and I managed to get admission tickets from a friend. Let's all go together!" Chen Zhihao proposed with a smile.

They simply could not fathom where the problem lay. With everyone in the research facility murdered, they would probably never imagine that all of this was caused by Mu Qianxue alone.

Seeing this tense, sword-drawn atmosphere, the members of the Xiaoke Manor successively drew their longswords, preparing for an imminent all-out brawl.

There were also welfare lottery outlets near the university, but their primary clientele wasn't college students—most of them were relatively poor, spending just a tiny bit of money to scratch a card or perhaps place a bet on a World Cup match at most. The main customers were office workers, members of society, and veteran lottery players.

At this moment, the Qilin manifested upon Ling Yao'er's body, appearing as dark and solid as a real Qilin.

As for the rest of the Mighty One, the damage caused by the bomber exploding at a height of two hundred meters was negligible, at most injuring a few careless sailors on the deck of the Mighty One.

As for the cavalrymen who fell from their horses and suffered injuries in the panic, along with the fleeing war horses, the combat effectiveness of the Longevity Army's cavalry was drastically weakened.

The general meaning was that as a disciple of the Red Moon, you could ignore a fellow disciple in trouble. However, if someone killed a fellow disciple, you were permitted to kill the murderer and would receive a reward from the Red Moon Sovereign.

"We are all Silver Ghost Artifact Wielders; do you really think having an extra Golden Thunder Cloud in your hand guarantees you an easy win against me?" Huang Ya sneered.

"Come, come, everyone come up, bring your sword and weapon props as well, let's rehearse a combat scene." Having seemingly finished speaking, Wang Ze loudly beckoned everyone over.

"Enjoying the moon," Wei Furong answered quite casually. Yet, despite putting on the appearance of moon-gazing, no matter how one looked at it, this excuse was far too flimsy.

Zhiyun and Ouyang received the imperial edict while simultaneously complaining that Kangxi had deprived them of the power to name their own child. Zhiyun couldn't help frowning and muttering to herself: He is named Hongzhou, pray he isn't that dissolute prince from history? Little did she know that beneath the surface, dark currents were already surging.

However, no students possessed such capability yet; most chose to purchase fixed spatial expansion cards and environmental crystal cards. Relatively speaking, these were not overly luxurious—one simply lived in a territory sized according to their population.

Bai Hui's entire body shook violently. As more and more information was transmitted, the shock and emotion in his eyes grew increasingly profound.

"Let's go inside and take a look." He threw an arm familiarly over Zhong Wuyan's shoulder, as if they were old friends. Zhong Wuyan nodded and walked inside with him.

An Ran paused, supposing it could be put that way. Although she had previously experienced the sensation of her spiritual awareness leaving her body, those were merely some simple insights.

"Alright, Ziyan's body is still very weak and she needs rest. Let her sleep for a while; she's probably still muddled right now." Huangfu Yi'er looked at Ziyan, who still had her eyes closed while chattering incessantly, and shook her head with a smile.

"Lucky fellow, never mind, we'll still have a chance next time!" Delu checked the surroundings, finding nothing of any real value. There were still plenty of cart axle prints, but trying to identify the exact wagon was far too unlikely.

The reason for doing this was simple: to conserve his own troops and minimize casualties. Mercenaries dying and soldiers dying were two entirely different concepts. If the Black Water Mercenary Group hadn't courted death, the possibility of them eventually becoming a global-scale super warlord might not have been entirely out of the question.

Huo Yu was about to open the car door and leave when suddenly, a pair of headlights flashed, and a car pulled up smoothly right beside them.

Of course, whether this was true or not, no one knew for certain, seeing as they kept some distance from those ancient martial arts families.

Once the words left his mouth, even King Yama felt a jolt of alarm, as if he had spoken them entirely unconsciously.

After saying this, Gilu waved his hand, and two of his subordinates installed a pair of directional door-breaching charges on the back door. Gilu watched the time, waiting to coordinate their actions.

Come to think of it, if Xia Xibei hadn't stepped in to help, the child would have been carried away by now.

The reason she let him owe her favors was never to exact a price from him for it, but rather to lead him toward his own corruption at the opportune moment.

"Second Brother, I refuse to go into the water. Ever since I fell down the well last time, I've had an extreme fear of water." Luo Shang shook her head, already fleeing toward the outer perimeter of Xiao Zhen's courtyard. She was willing to try anything else, but not this; she had no desire whatsoever to enter the water.

Somalia lacked alcohol; liquor here was more precious than grain. With so many refugees, there was no surplus grain available for brewing, let aside the fact that this was a Muslim nation where alcohol was basically prohibited.

Aimu glanced at Wu Daizhen, and seeing that the latter had nothing to say, she hurriedly picked up her bento box and once again wolfed down her food.

Wei Rentou crumpled the note left by Wu Wei into a ball and tossed it into the trash can. He looked at the instant noodles left atop the refrigerator by Wu Wei, feeling no particular appetite, as his stomach was still churning and the effects of the alcohol had yet to wear off.

Just as everyone was asking themselves this internally, that blinding cyan light and the violent, enraged bear vanished instantly. They saw that the punch thrown by Long San had ultimately turned into something light and drifting, as if devoid of any physical force whatsoever, tapping gently against the tree trunk before withdrawing.

Thus, Xiong Ti let out a cold snort and said, "If any of you have taken a fancy to this sword, come and take it by your own skill." His words were a direct declaration of war against them.

Therefore, one thing Li Mu could be certain of was that the Englishmen in 1914 must have harvested a bountiful amount as well; otherwise, the British would not have given up halfway and fizzled out. Look at the reason the British gave for suspending their treasure-hunting expedition—it was merely because their machinery and equipment were not up to par. Could that even count as a reason?

Yun Qiyue's lips curved weakly. Dedicating her medical skills to such a benevolent and kind-hearted general meant she had probably done the right thing.