Chapter 145: The Master Has Returned

The gentlemen, true to their word as willing losers, obediently spent the entire morning following Su Lu to gain a deep understanding of the principles and advantages of the phonetic symbols. They were finally convinced that his claims were no exaggeration—
To think that a mere fifty symbols could truly replace all eight hundred and sixty-six traditional fanqie characters!
Moreover, they could perfectly annotate the two thousand eight hundred and twenty-one fanqie sounds found in the Rhymes of the Hongwu Reign!
Their attitudes underwent a complete reversal, shifting from "Do we really have to learn this?" to "We simply must learn this!"

Sean gazed from afar at his brother's profile, a sudden surge of intense loneliness and frustration welling up in his heart. Complex thoughts swirled within his mind, twisting together like an overly tight tie—one he had put on to appear respectable, only to find himself choking for breath in the end.

And if it truly came to blows, Ye Tian was certain that the one who would regret it in the end was definitely Wang Jianzhou, unquestionably him.

What Zhao Xin said was true. Ever since embarking on the path of immortality cultivation, everyone had distinctly felt their memory and comprehension abilities soaring straight upward.

After all, in anticipation of this day's arrival, I had gone to great lengths in advance to compile a rich collection of insults brimming with artistic flair.

Yao Ming felt somewhat guilty under his stare. After all, he had merely been acting just moments ago, and this sudden display of sincerity made Yao Ming feel rather embarrassed.

People looked at each other in helpless bewilderment. Most of those present did not quite understand what this signified, and could only glean a shred of comfort from Goebling's tone and demeanor.

He seemed to catch the fragrance of noble sentiment, as if he saw an old man wearing a bamboo rain hat sitting before a chessboard, gazing at him with an expression of serene indifference.

"No, it's nothing. I just suddenly felt that sitting here with you for a while isn't too bad. Bring me a cup of coffee."

Traveling at night, as long as one didn't make too much commotion, would only attract nocturnal spirit beasts; most of those that foraged during the day were still dormant.

Seeing Yang Suhua and Song Zhenzhen leave the livestream room, a faint smile played at the corners of Song Churan's lips as she switched to a different strategy and continued broadcasting.

"This must be Senior Sister Cat, right? Dean Su, didn't you and Senior Sister Cat go traveling in the universe? How did you end up on Earth?" Du Kaohsuan asked, looking at Su Yu and Cat Nine.

She also wanted to see what kind of business Ling Zhiyuan had. Angela answered the call and put it on speakerphone so that Ange could hear whatever Ling Zhiyuan had to say.

Mo Yuwei felt somewhat discouraged. Had the person on the other end dug a hole deep underground? Why else could they remain hidden so effectively?

At that moment, the heat and stuffiness behind her were almost unbearable, and Fu Meiling wanted to turn over to get some air. Yet her stiff body felt as though it no longer belonged to her. Like a fish stranded ashore, she thrashed and kicked for quite a while, still unable to roll over, managing only to shift her body toward the edge of the bed.

Emerging from the teahouse, Gu Beibei hurried after Elder Gu, who was walking ahead with his hands clasped behind his back, looking thoroughly disgruntled.

"Senior Brother Tianba, this... this isn't right, is it?" Qu Muyu broke out in a cold sweat, unable to tell whether Yang Cheng was joking or not, to the point where her delicate frame had even begun to tremble.

However, heat billowed within those steelmaking furnaces where metal melted into liquid was actively boiling, and fire sprites could be occasionally seen leaping about inside.

He favored tranquility and had never paid much heed to the affairs within the monastery. Thus, what the monastery looked like in the past was something he truly didn't care about, but even so, he could be certain that Bai Yu was unequivocally the absolute most foolish blockhead among all his disciples.

Seeing that Ling Zhiyuan remained motionless and simply stared intently at that doll, Ange understood in an instant that the creature was most likely playing some kind of trick again.

After waiting for a long time, until the scouts from the nearby mountain peaks had moved away to other areas, Hua Duxiu and his companion immediately descended the mountain and returned to the dense forest at the foot.

Back then, when three people died at the inn, the young mistress had still managed to walk away unscathed, let alone in a situation like the present one.

The two walked into the bedroom. On the bed lay a fat man sprawled out in a sprawling posture, wearing only a pair of large boxer shorts, with a corner of a thin quilt draped over his bulging belly.