Volume One, Chapter 36: Explanation

Su Qingrou slowly regained consciousness, her eyes filled with bewilderment and confusion. "Hmm, where is this?" she whispered.

Looking around, the unfamiliar environment made her feel uneasy.

Suddenly, a chill swept over her. She instinctively looked down and turned pale with fright; her clothes had been torn into rags, leaving vast expanses of snow-white skin completely exposed.

"Ah—you pervert! I will kill you, you wretched scoundrel!"

Believing she had been violated, Su Qingrou screamed and clutched a blanket to her chest, sobbing.

Duan Wuhen watched this scene, helplessly raising a hand to his forehead. He let out a long sigh and said, "Hey..."

"Thank you for the kind offer, but I’d rather not go. In my current state, I’m not necessarily a good person either," Zhang Qiru said with a smile. To be honest, he didn't want to go, as he couldn't be sure if the people on the other side were good, either.

It was just that all along, those powerful individuals had never had the chance, as they had rarely seen Gu Xuan and had no opportunity to serve him.

Regardless of how much pretense she had put on to flatter her cousin, all of it was nullified by this one action.

Upon hearing the news, Su Wei’s frantic, enraged expression—caused by his younger brother, Su Ye—vanished instantly.

Gu Xuan hesitated; Qiqi had already eaten so much that if she had ice cream, she would likely end up with a stomachache.

A massive blood-colored hand suddenly manifested in the sky. It appeared as a mere shadow at first, but in an instant, it condensed into a solid form, larger than the funeral bird, and descended directly to engulf it.

"Heavens! This is so disrespectful..." Lady Susan murmured. Even here in the North, they would never behave like this in such a solemn place.

"Exactly, it's this stone in my hand. Though it looks broken, just watch what I win back for you today," Yang Chaoran said, weighing the stone in his hand and waving it before Manager Tian.

Teachers were allotted a fixed number of academic credits each year to distribute among students at their discretion or to assign tasks to stimulate student motivation. Although he was a new teacher, it was easy enough to give one to each student.

"You used to say whatever was on your mind. Have you become so full of hesitations now?" Qian Buli smiled.

***

Feiyun was applying exactly that principle now, though he didn't need any special light-body technique; his sword was the perfect weapon. The recklessly twisting blade left observers unable to tell if it was a sword or a whip. If it were a sword, how could it bend to such a degree? If it were a whip, how could it be held straight and steady before his chest?

"Reporting to the matron: didn't you tell me to go for a walk? So, I just took a stroll outside the hall."

"Where is the wine?" Murong Ke asked for the third time, a hint of anger surfacing. His eyes flashed with a dark, blood-red light, as if he were ready to kill.

Liuyue stepped back from the center of the arena, and whispers began to ripple through the crowd as various factions nervously discussed their strategies.

Yet, they never imagined that their ancestor, the Divine Lord, had not died but was instead imprisoned at the bottom of the East Sea.

With the seven people of the Xuanyue Demon Lord’s group and the three of the Xunyue Demon Lord, including four tenth-tier demon cultivators, they stood no chance of winning.

No one knew what was going through Elder Madam Fang’s mind at that moment, but she collapsed on the steps in front of the courtyard. When she finally woke, she was unable to speak, having suffered a mild stroke.

Mentioning Song Xinyue at this moment caused Rao Xuekong a jolt of alarm, and she immediately guessed, "Are you Song Xinyue’s senior brother?" She remembered Song Xinyue saying that her master and senior brother would never let her go. So, had those words come true?

That day, the man had ultimately been defeated by Yi Juntian. Because she had been so deeply impressed by Yi Juntian over the past two days, past memories had been surfacing in her mind, allowing Feng Xiaoxiao to instantly recall the man's background after a subtle hint.

Zhao Guanshan watched Li Guangyu in silence, his heart heavy with complex emotions; he didn't even know how to refuse.

The courtiers of today were all bound by "form," believing that authority was truth—that as long as someone’s status was higher than yours, they were the truth.

On Zhao Guanshan’s spirit body, a large number of residual threads remained, spreading and growing frantically, much like an insect that refuses to die even after its body has been severed.

After finishing her meal, Song Wanning returned to the Marquis’s residence, while Song Jing and Song Lan went into the palace to see the Emperor.

In her past life, ever since she came into contact with Daoist Zong Weijie, an evil cultivator, she had been suppressed in the Demon-Locking Tower, tormented day and night by heart-searing flames until she was tortured to death.

Shen Xinglan took a deep breath, then released his grip. With ears flushed red, he turned his head away, his voice arriving heavy and low.

Even if there were traps, they couldn't afford to care; besides, the traps were already exposed, and they could avoid them.

***

Everyone had heard it clearly just now: Bai Yuwei had personally promised to compensate for all losses.

Cui Gong was steady, hardworking, and never complained, never once making a mistake in his work. Luo Ning was quite satisfied with Cui Gong's performance over the past month.

"Everyone, haven't you noticed that the weather has been a bit hot lately? That the temperature difference between day and night is quite large? And that we haven't seen the southwest wind blow?" Ye Ren glanced at the group indifferently and uttered these inexplicable words.

The object looked like a fish scale, but it was much larger—about the size of half a palm. Its texture was rough, and one could clearly feel the spiritual energy contained within it while holding it in their hand.

At one moment, Ye Mu’s originally fluid movements became sluggish, appearing quite labored.

No, absolutely not. If the northern part of the Black Continent were handed over to the Yanlong Kingdom, what would happen to the other three directions?

Mu Yunbing picked up Xiao Ruoxi, and Xiao Changfeng opened the car door, preparing to get in, when a cold, clear voice suddenly came from behind.

His greatest wish now was to cultivate an heir for the Sun family who could look down upon the entire Jiangbei City.

"I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. But I am no longer the person I was three years ago. Those who bullied us will pay for it one by one," Qin Hao said, his gaze fierce with a flash of murderous intent.

Therefore, the other students especially wished their own fathers were the richest men, cursing their own fate for being born into the wrong families—why wasn't their father the richest man?

Zhou Yong had encountered a mystery, and while she was supposed to be protecting Jiang Wan, she, too, had sensed the aura of a mystery.

However, before he could react, Ye Mu’s figure had already vanished from his sight. Immediately after, an indescribably terrifying force struck from behind, and under that pressure, a thick sense of dread surged into his heart.