Volume One, Chapter 47: What Kind of Student Turns Out Like Her?

Wang Yifeng glanced at Lin Shuang, his eyes scrutinizing her, with many questions he wanted to ask.

Since the goal was to enhance one's own strength, certain dangers were hardly worth mentioning to Wang Ye; in fact, Wang Ye considered these risks entirely natural and necessary to accept.

To put it simply, as the first person in Asia to break the ten-second barrier and win an Olympic medal in the 100-meter sprint, Su Shen was not only striving to change domestic mindsets, but also working hard to shatter foreign stereotypes.

Watching her cute expression with her cheeks stuffed full, Duan Mucheng finally relaxed his brows and revealed his gentle side.

Feng Yingqiu also understood Yan Jingwei's meaning. If she refused to confess, Yan Jingwei would subject her to torture, and she would have to endure immense agony.

It seemed he still had too few international competitions and very few intercontinental events under his belt, lacking the reputation of a former Asian champion, which naturally meant he could not yet appreciate this kind of mindset.

Lin Quan himself was barely two hundred years old, making him quite young among the higher-ups of the Myriad Swords Sect, which was why he had no idea who this person named Lin Ye was.

Before parting, Xie Wen even forcefully added Zhao Chengcheng on WeChat, claiming it was for the sake of easier contact in the future.

Thus, in the internet café, watching Yun Sheng use hacking techniques to fuel public opinion and blow the plagiarism scandal completely out of proportion, Duan Mucheng's jaw almost dropped to the floor.

Slowly driving across the Nanpu Bridge to take in the scenery surrounding the Huangpu River, the feeling was indescribably pleasant.

Without any flashy techniques, the strike of the Qianxing commander was simple yet effective. In the eyes of many veteran cultivators, this was the manifestation of Dao returning to its ultimate simplicity.

As for the rest, Fan Qiang could handle it himself. However, hearing from Fan Qiang that the previous four divisions were already at full strength and the four armies now amounted to about three armies' worth of men, my mind finally put at ease.

These constituted nearly ninety percent of the high-end combat power across all forty-nine imperial cities. Every single imperial-level powerhouse in the endless universe had gathered here to discuss how to counter the outbreak of the Chaos Source Beast horde.

Leaving aside the aristocratic lineages from the Han to the Song dynasties, the court prestige and scholarly networks accumulated over just the past few generations alone constituted a massive, wealthy mine of influence.

Jiang Haoran did not take the matter to heart, but Hao Pengju beside him appeared particularly excited, as these four divisions were clearly his Xuzhou pacification forces.

"I hear that the Lu family's recovery of illicit gains hasn't been fully paid yet. That should amount to much more than the corruption charges they framed us with," Xu Yuanzu stroked his chin.

At that moment, Jiang Situang felt a strange force transform into a sharp divine radiance, piercing from the acupoints all over his body into his heart meridian. Once this force erupted, he would instantly be reduced to ashes, his soul completely scattered.

The man had a tiger back and bear waist, a physique not the least bit inferior to Second Brother Yi. His hair stood on end like thunderbolts, with a lion's nose, a bloody mouth, and tusks—a truly terrifying appearance.

Right on the road before them, three or four soldiers were running rapidly when suddenly a piercing whistle echoed from the sky, followed by an artillery shell exploding with a thunderous roar. Shrapnel, mud, and gravel battered the trees and the jeep in the forest with a rapid flurry of impacts.

Du Xiongyi's Level 2 settlement was situated just to the east of Guilai Village, right along the Yangtze River. Having joined the Sea Dog Legion, although the neighboring independent territory was stronger, he had firmly secured his own turf.

"Haha, a double bond of marriage? Go ahead and speak, Mengqi." Looking at the smile blooming on Zhuge Gui's face, it was as if he had never heard Zhuge Detong's warning report from the previous night at all.

After taking his pulse and hearing that Ye Tianhao was about to leave, Yang Ying naturally refused to agree, repeatedly urging him to stay and at least finish telling the story from last time.

The Tianya Mountain Range stretched from northeast to southwest, its tail starting from Wuzhong Mountain in Changzhou and sweeping all the way northeastward, winding continuously past Yunzhong Commandery before finally submerging beneath the earth at the borders of Yanzhou.

Footsteps were barely audible in the dark night, yet they precisely muted the chirping of insects. At a certain moment, human voices broke the tranquility by the lake, carried along the wind.

Unwilling to surrender without a fight yet unable to resist, she hardened her heart and deployed all twelve Heavenly Official Talokens, hoping to secure rescue to counter Zhang Si.

Zhu Yuanzhang established the garrison farming system. Soldiers remained soldiers generation after generation, doubling as farmers in peacetime. Military official positions were already fixed on a one-to-one basis. If one wanted to become an officer, it was simple: outlive or outlast the superior above so that the position would become vacant, giving the person below a chance to step up.

The person leading the way this time was a very pretty maid dressed in fine cotton and velvet, her manners and gestures so graceful that one could not find a single fault.

All around was dead silence, save for countless towering glass display cabinets. The glass was estimated to be as thick as a soup spoon, housing numerous art pieces. For instance, there were beautiful patent leather boots, exquisite lampshades, and long, form-fitting garments that looked extraordinarily smooth and delicate. The exhibits were so abundant that they stretched on endlessly into the distance.

Of course, no one present was a fool, and naturally no one would voice their thoughts aloud. If they did, wouldn't there be no good show left to watch?

Having figured it out, Lin Shijian watched as Jiufang Yin slowly walked toward the two of them, the panic and shock deep within his heart already subsiding.

Xu Changsheng nodded. Laying the foundation for the Dao in the current Age of Dharma Decline was exceedingly difficult; otherwise, his master wouldn't have spent the better part of his life remaining merely an internal martial arts expert, failing even to cross the threshold of cultivating the Dao.

The martial artists from Earth appeared very nervous. They understood that they could afford to lose matches anywhere, but absolutely not within the Rhine Star System.

There was no telling whether the other party's words came from the bottom of their heart, but in any case, that was the answer Qi Yu heard.

On the official road behind the camp, laborers and farmers transported cartloads of supplies into the military camp. The transport procession was actually several times larger than the number of soldiers stationed inside the camp.

Outside Seika City, within the encampment of Gray's private guards, Zamba sat solemnly in the lowest seat along the main military tent's primary row.

All three types of clouds affected rainfall, and their altitudes generally ranged between fifteen hundred and two thousand meters.

Li Waner squirmed and twisted within Zheng Yu's inescapable grip, unable to break free, and hurriedly pleaded for mercy in a low, soft voice, though her face wore a particularly joyous smile.

"Lin Xi, there might genuinely be a heaven existing here. When the time comes, we will have to rely heavily on you!" As they walked deeper down, the grave-guarding old man's expression grew increasingly solemn, cautioning Lin Xi prudently.

After the four of them departed, Zheng Yu thrust his hands into his pockets. The wind was rather strong, fluttering his hair and sending the withered yellow leaves piled on the ground spinning wildly in the gusts.