Volume 1 Chapter 41: The Battle for Campus Defense

This scene made Bian Tianci’s head buzz; he felt as if Sadako had crawled out of the television and arrived by the lake, though unlike Sadako, she was dressed in a red outfit.

At this moment, except for the pink sneakers on her feet—which originally belonged to Yu Jiajia—Yu Xian was dressed exactly as she had been yesterday. If she ran into someone she knew and her identity was exposed because of her phone, she would have no face left to go on living.

"Tap, tap, tap." Suddenly, footsteps sounded from outside the room. Everyone turned to look, only to see that the person arriving was not a member of the film crew, but the principal of Jingcheng High School.

"Damn! To think they planned this so deeply!!!" Mashaldi’s face changed dramatically; she was shocked by the scheme of this astral beast. It wasn't that the plan was particularly unfathomable, but rather that it was, in fact, relatively simple.

"Brother Shi Jin is heading north with the Chieftain; what will happen to the training of the three cavalry battalions? It would be more appropriate for me to accompany the Chieftain instead," Xu Ning said, cupping his hands.

In Yang Yi’s memory, there were indeed many warrior monks, and some had achieved notable fame; the most famous, according to legends from his past life, was the story of the thirteen staff-wielding monks saving the Tang Emperor.

Xiong Lei put down the phone and pondered for a long time. She did not know why this was happening. Could it be a backlash from practicing the Demon Sect’s arts?

In the end, Marshal Xiye had no choice but to sacrifice His Majesty the Retired Emperor. After all, to Marshal Xiye, it did not matter who ruled the empire; what mattered was that humanity must survive. This was the true goal Marshal Xiye pursued.

"Hahaha, such a display—truly a vicious dog that is strong on the outside but weak on the inside!" the guards teased.

Zhang De looked at the gaze from his nephew, a flash of ruthlessness crossing his eyes. However, to keep his nephew steady, he narrowed his eyes and secretly shook his head at him.

"Sister Yu, you really should keep your husband in check. If this continues, you’ll definitely go bankrupt!" Yuan Chengxu was used to being fleeced by him and, having obediently transferred another 2,000, could only grumble to He Xiaoyu.

Fu Tingyuan sighed softly, took a brand-new mask from the drawer, and watched as Luo Nanzhu put it on skillfully. She hugged one of his arms, snuggled against his side, and obediently closed her eyes.

The power of the "Blood Demon Slash" was closely related to the practitioner's cultivation level, the amount of refined essence, and the duration of their training. According to the texts, if one reached the deepest level of mastery, it could even tear through space and shatter the void.

But upon arriving, they found that the spray from the waterfall had wet the stone benches. No wonder no one was sitting there; Jiuyue pulled Jiaojiao away, intending to leave.

Hearing what Xiang’er and Lu Yuanfeng said, and looking at Liang Dongjun, who was smiling nearby, Liang Mo finally came back to his senses, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

The exquisite, gorgeous water-red palace attire made her "just recovered" pretty face look even more rosy, giving her a look that rivaled the beauty of peach blossoms.

Water Sprite rarely entered the group chat; this was her first time meeting the "Otaku God" account. Seeing him posting actively, she suddenly asked a question unrelated to the topic.

What she could never forget was how she had damaged her spiritual roots to protect her junior disciples, causing her cultivation to be permanently stuck at the Immortal level, with no possibility of further advancement.

At this moment, her popularity was surging. If she signed with an agency, her heat would increase significantly, and her mission would be completed with ease.

Henry frowned and asked, "What is the exact quantity?" He had been mentally prepared; after all, the golden skeleton had such a powerful lich guardian, so the main body of Kongesi certainly wouldn't be weak either.

But he did not have the habit of relying on others. Zi was Zi, after all; her power did not belong to him. Once he developed a dependency on her, it would be highly detrimental to his future cultivation progress.

In terms of strength, Wang Lu was not even one percent of his opponent, yet as they stood facing each other, their auras were almost evenly matched. Wang Lu knew this wasn't because his opponent was merciful, but because she was curious about what he was going to say next, so she wasn't suppressing him with her full strength, and the Source of Chaos was secretly supporting him as well.

It was already a realm that people could only look up to, and as for the next level, it was one that made people lose the very heart to even look up. Yet Situ Haoran possessed a presence that made every Spirit Gathering stage expert present want to look up to him, yet they dared not even harbor such thoughts.

But seeing that the members of the Yin-Yang Sect were already in a fanatical state, ordinary logic probably wouldn't work, so Wang Lu had no choice but to bring out his trump card.

What made him feel troubled was that Young Master Li wasn't just planning to build one railway; he wanted to extend the planned routes from Shaanxi, Gansu, and Hubei all the way to Sichuan. Moreover, he had to account for future needs to enter Tibet, while also radiating toward Hunan and Yunnan-Guizhou. This was equivalent to encircling all the provinces bordering Sichuan.

Even if Wang Lu wanted to see, he knew that with his current level of vision, he wouldn't be able to see anything at all.

But the old empress dowager had her own ways of helping. She summoned Liu Chu to the palace, spoke a few words about state affairs, and repeated what Zheng Lang had just said in a casual, understated manner. That was enough! If Liu Chu didn't know what to do, then tomorrow, she would have to send him to a local post to be tempered for a few more years.

Even if the man in black hadn't stepped in to stop them, it would have been difficult for Wang Lu to keep going without sleep all night. When Zheng Sixteen’s story came to an abrupt end, Wang Lu felt a sense of relief in his heart.