Chapter Forty-One: Trapped in Dire Straits

Yin Nian burst through the door, snatching the paper box from Yang Yongfang's hands with lightning speed.

But suddenly, the bottom of the box split open, and something tumbled out.

With a crisp crack, the object hit the floor and shattered to pieces.

It was a porcelain jar, white with blue patterns, adorned with blooming flowers.

Yin Nian stared at the fragments scattered across the floor, then at the empty paper box in his hands, utterly stunned.

With a creak, the door closed. Yang Yongli pressed his back against it, the scar on his face twisting as he wore a sly grin.

Yang Yongfang grinned broadly, slowly advancing on Yin Nian.

The hooded figure in the chair also stood, removed the hood, and was revealed to be Yang Yonggui.

The three Yang siblings formed a triangle, hemming him in.

"Miss, are you lost?" A gentle, pleasant voice sounded by my ear. I looked up, sniffled, and gazed pitifully at the stranger who had somehow appeared in the ruined temple.

After Liu Xiang finished learning the movements, Shen Yang let him rest a while before calling Sun Ping and others to come and conduct tests for the athletes.

The leader, supported by the crowd, hobbled to her with his legs pressed together.

Xu Jue sat in the chair as it plummeted downward; the tunnel seemed endless. After a long time, a glow finally appeared below. The chair crashed to the ground and splintered apart. Xu Jue floated gently down and found himself in a completely sealed cavern, its ceiling inlaid with countless luminous pearls.

He had considered that she might retort fiercely, "Absolutely not." In that case, he would have many reasons to torment her.

Ye Wei couldn’t help but smile at the thought—so it was precisely because it was your father-in-law’s hospital that you found it untrustworthy.

June, midsummer, the sun blazed fiercely. Youth dispersed, all things faded; in the end, the price of growing up was the loss of time.

Besides this, there were many vacant gun emplacements and sentry points atop the fortress, likely for placing turrets and deploying guards.

“Oh! I thought so—Xu Liyin, your taste is truly unique! To think you’d fall for a mute!” Suddenly, Xu Luoning’s sharp, mocking voice rang out, dripping with disdain.

The tables had turned; the previously aggressive side now humbled themselves. The bystanders watching couldn’t help but feel bemused at the scene.

In the Nether Source, Ming Yuan watched Ming Luo flee desperately, a faint smile curling at his lips.

That’s right! Ruthlessly—he wasn’t blaming me, but rather thought I hadn’t been ruthless enough, wanting me to push the act even further.

With a bang, Ji Chengche’s kick landed squarely on the horse’s head, splitting its skull and killing it instantly.

The Wind Elemental Lord instinctively sensed danger. He mustered the scant wind element left in his body, brewing it into a storm vortex in an attempt to tear the Red Knight apart.

Opportunities always walk hand in hand with peril. The genius who survives is a true genius; a dead genius is nothing but a corpse.

Ming Luo didn’t reach the front courtyard until the sun had fully risen. By then, many students had already gathered there.

“Luckily, they left specific marks. Otherwise, even I would have lost my way and never gotten out,” Shen Chengxi said with a smile. His words, though soft, echoed long within the cavern walls, disturbing countless bats dwelling in the darkness, setting off a terrifying cacophony of squeaks and wingbeats.

Wang Rou glanced at the two and finally understood—the suggestion to seek another way out did not suit their tastes at all. More importantly, neither was willing to admit defeat.

The battlefield was so dazzling; every burst of fireworks marked the death of hundreds or thousands of secondary lives.

“What happened?” The lake churned violently, and Shekletiya struggled to stay upright. When she turned, she saw that the sisters who had entered the lake were now submerged, while the others rushed to save them.

The Ghost Sword felt the pain in his chest; when he looked down, he saw a mechanical device strapped to him. He reached to remove it, but suddenly lost his balance and collapsed to the ground.

As Rocky stared at the pill in his hand, Tu Ning, about to disappear into the room, paused for a moment. After a few words drifted back, the door shut tight.