Chapter 32: Mo Youli with Nowhere to Go

Shen Shujie was covered in injuries after the brutal beating, a sight too ghastly to behold.

"You may withdraw for now. You will improve with more practice," Su Qianqian said, rubbing her temples to soothe a mounting headache.

"Very well. But I have come this far—does the Prince still not trust me? If he remains suspicious, then let him kill me! I am destined to die sooner or later anyway!" She pulled a dagger from her waist and threw it at Su Yuchen's feet.

Su Muge struggled to rise, but the searing pain in her body caused her vision to blacken repeatedly.

The lecher's words were like a spring breeze, sweeping across the hillsides where flowers were only half-opened; in an instant, the vibrant blossoms burst into bloom, turning their faces toward the sun.

Chu Fan pried open the zombie's cranium, only to find it completely hollow. Not only was the brain missing, but even the crystal core had been removed.

Yu Zhi was examining the sprig of wintersweet when she saw A-Xuan enter, accompanied by a remarkably beautiful maid who looked somewhat familiar.

"Are these really necessary?" Su Yiran wanted to say that it seemed like a bit too much effort; he was, after all, just an ordinary old man—why go to such lengths?

By the end, I could no longer control myself. My voice grew hoarse and shrill, piercing my own eardrums again and again in the darkness of the night.

"I see," Qiu Chuji nodded slightly. By then, they had reached the refectory. Yichi looked up to see Feng Yuheng sitting on a stone by the entrance, his head bowed low, staring intently at something; he did not even notice Qiu Chuji and Yichi approaching him.

"But he truly is my..." Mother Mu felt this matter had to be explained clearly. If she knew this was her own child yet could not obtain his forgiveness, it would be an unforgivable failure.

Cheng Yaojin, Yuchi Gong, Qin Qiong, and a host of other fierce generals vied for the honor of leading troops into battle to capture Chang'an.

Chen Changqing merely stirred his primordial energy, and a thousand waves surged within his dantian. The jade-like energy washed over his thirty-six acupuncture points again and again, continuously tempering his physique.

After submitting his college applications, Lu Ming finally felt a sense of relief. The only remaining question was whether to spend the summer in Xinwan or go to Longcheng.

"The Four-Armed Man said that of the hundred trial-takers, only the top ten succeed, while the rest are failures. If I were a veteran player without a specific motive, I would have to be insane to share my knowledge with newcomers. The trial is a matter of strength and luck; teaching others only puts oneself at a disadvantage," Li Cha observed quietly.

The Wuchang Workshop was neither strictly righteous nor purely evil, and until this day, Shi Fenglin had lived a noble and conventional life, holding a high status in the region and enjoying wide-ranging friendships.

"This is on me; I didn't account for the conditions on the road. Once we reach Rose City, everyone should replenish their gear—I will cover the costs," Vegeta’s aura of a big brother emerged once again.

Chen Changqing did not fear a fierce battle, but he did not want anyone to escape today; the reputation of the Daoist Sect was, after all, too formidable.

Li Cha’s eyes were covered by Stewart, and the princess’s objections were ignored. When his vision cleared, he found himself deep underground.

Because Milo had been injected with a massive dose of the E-virus, Li Cha had killed him and absorbed the poisoned blood, assisted by the Dark Skeleton, which had nearly caused him to lose his sanity.

Baozhu acknowledged the order, his left hand lashing out in a swift strike that landed squarely on the face of the man surnamed Shi. The wretch let out a scream like a slaughtered pig as his mouth swelled instantly; he spat out a mouthful of blood and foam, mixed with two of his own teeth.