Chapter 117: Honey, Can You Reimburse This?

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Mo Xingchen laughed heartily, then turned around in a flash of purple light, his figure darting toward the largest training room on the fifth floor, which was empty at the moment.

After a playful afternoon, Duor had already fallen into a deep sleep after dinner; naturally, she was in Bi’er’s room. This was a decision made between the two of them, and Gu Han had no say in the matter—if he tried to intervene, they would simply ignore him.

If such a place truly held a century-old wild ginseng, he had no doubt about it. Fang Yuan’s words stirred Lin Han’s thoughts. Currently, Master Yuan Dao still possessed many medicinal prescriptions but lacked the necessary herbs. Perhaps this was an opportunity to visit Yanshan and see if there were any rare herbs he needed.

Luo Yun quietly sipped his soup without a word. It wasn’t that he distrusted Mu Shui; rather, he felt it was better if fewer people knew about such matters.

The two raised their glasses in a toast, momentarily startled by the long whip Yingyu had thrown, but no one moved.

Lan Duoduo felt overwhelmingly exhausted, as if she hadn’t slept for days. Struggling to open her eyes, she was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was Yingyu who was gently wiping her face.

Gui Jiu’s expression grew darker and uglier. He glared at Shi Li, but Shi, the sect leader, laughed heartily, busy teasing Lin Ye and Jing Xin.

Everyone cast a disdainful glance at Su Qing before dispersing to return to their game. Su Qing gave an embarrassed smile and quietly re-entered the game herself.

Both Mo Yuanli and Mo Wanli remained still. Those who had surrounded them showed no intention of attacking.

“Fortunately, the array was not broken. It seems the intruders came only to break the formation.” Feng Jian, out of breath, hurriedly made a round atop the mountain, then checked his blood sphere at the summit’s center. Finding no damage, he finally exhaled in relief.

Su Mianmian wore a puzzled expression, suddenly recalling that Yang Zhiyue was also a doctor. Could it be, as she suspected, that Xu Yi once had a relationship with Yang Zhiyue that went beyond mere friendship?

Thanks to Zhenfei’s protection, Ning Quefei’s head only lightly bumped against Wuyun Zhu’s abdomen.

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It’s easier said than done—when awake, the mind races like a wild horse, nearly impossible to rein in. Though one may act with purpose, believing they control their own heart.

I shyly nodded at him, lowering my head to notice two cigarette butts already in his ashtray. It seemed his mood matched mine—nervousness evident in his fierce smoking.

“That won’t do. Since the game has started, we must wait until it ends,” Su Mianmian persisted, her heart already dancing with wild delight.

“I never expected that the passage connected to the Ten Paths of the Demonic Heaven,” he mused. He had guessed many locations before—Eastern Immortal Realm, South Ridge’s Burning Flame Valley, or perhaps the Sealing Demon Platform.

“I am protected by the Celestial God; you go protect the other people! Do not panic. The Khitan dogs are held back by heavenly soldiers and generals!” Wanyan Aguda declared with imposing calm.

My sister’s serene gaze seemed to silently warn me that she knew exactly what I was scheming.

“As for you all? Go home and find your own mothers!” Li Ling said, turning back into the house, leaving his “followers” in disarray.

Some young people nearby praised what they saw, unable to resist pulling out their phones to take photos and videos. For a time, it sparked a fitness craze across Japan.

“Of course,” the man in the black robe exchanged a casual glance with Niu Jinshan, a faint smile curling their lips.

Yesterday, when we tried to leave Yokohama, we suddenly found strong magic arrays set up outside the city.

Lu Jingsheng stumbled over a stone on the road, nearly falling forward, but a hand shot out beside him, gripping him tightly and preventing the fall.

His wounds were only superficial; with proper treatment and rest, there should be no serious issues. But riding a horse inevitably jolts the body, and even at reduced speed, it aggravates the injury. Coupled with the relentless “Autumn Tiger” heat, the sweating and scorching temperatures became his greatest enemy to healing.

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These instructions had been repeated countless times on the very first day by Luo Pingyan and Jing Zhi, and Xinfu and Xinruo had memorized them well. Yet now they had no choice but to nod and agree once more.

Fingers tapped rhythmically on the tabletop, producing a “dong dong” sound that revealed the owner’s cheerful mood.

“Hey, can you not be so rough? You’ve hurt my hand with that fall,” Liu Ningbo complained, sitting up inside the coffin and glaring at the man.

Witnessing this scene, Renwang went mad with rage, itching to tear Yulin Xiuze to pieces. And what of Hua Xiyue?

Another group consisted of the three hundred disciples selected through this exam method. They would be trained under the new educational reform model and would have an additional course named Nature compared to the other two hundred disciples.

At least for Zhang Bufan, hearing that voice made him recall the prank Chen Yuan played on him three months ago.

Our biggest concern has been resolved. Next, we only need to lure the necromancer up here and finish him off—that’s all. I felt a bit more relaxed.

When saying this, Hao Yu deliberately intensified his tone to sound fiercer, as if already furious.

So Zhang San decided to tackle two matters at once. Since it wasn’t a big deal anyway, he immediately gathered all the master craftsmen from the workshops after dark, along with those invited from the princess’s and Gao families, intending to form a judging committee.