Chapter Seventy-Nine: Ye Feng Requests Leave Again

“Menghan?” “Damn, she’s only been at the school for such a short time, and already she’s gotten involved with the Director of Political Education.” Ye Feng was observing some upperclassmen, probably juniors or seniors, but Menghan was just a freshman. Usually, Fatty Wu would seize upon some leverage against them, waiting for the right moment to act. Could it be that Menghan had something in his hands? “Let’s not look at Menghan’s anymore…”

Two months passed in the blink of an eye. Not only had Murong Yunqing become a cultivator, she had even reached the level of an intermediate practitioner, her mastery and application of spells deepening to a remarkable degree, leaving her astonished.

When Murong Yunqing and her companions saw Tai Xueyan’s movements, their gazes instinctively converged at Tai Xueyan’s feet.

Yu Qing was amazed when she heard about the effects. Wasn’t this the perfect remedy for feigning illness? She planned to use it in the future to deal with those shameless excuses the emperor made to stay overnight.

Gathering three tribes together produced an army of about two thousand. Defending the city was a challenge, but the corpse beasts lacked intelligence. If handled correctly, there was still hope.

The Japanese fleet was utterly destroyed. In the anticipation of the officers and sailors, Ding Ruchang, Admiral of the Beiyang Fleet, naturally did not report the truth, but instead sent an official battle report to the Qing court.

In his anger and sorrow, he searched swiftly for those two familiar figures—his sixth sister and Aqi.

That fat man was sent spinning through the air by Xu Cheng’s slap, a full three hundred sixty degrees. When he landed, he was left gasping in agony.

Zhuang’s grasp of sentences was so poor that he could only be spoken to in single words or terms. His work was relatively simple; he used to lead hunting parties, so it was familiar territory, not difficult for him. He was, after all, the chief of this village.

“Yes, I will certainly return here to meet you as promised in four days.” Xu Cheng bowed slightly, then left.

Madam Shen heard movement behind her. Thinking the Empress Dowager had returned, she tensed, but when she saw it was Yu Qing, she relaxed and exhaled.

Meanwhile, Changxi’s time suspended in midair had ended. The nine phantom chains instantly dissolved, leaving only one remaining.

“It’s late. Xuande, you’d best return and rest well tonight, and prepare for battle tomorrow!” If this were several years later and Liu Bei spoke to him this way, Cao Cao would surely have killed him. Yet now, though murderous thoughts surged in Cao Cao’s heart, he ultimately refrained from giving the order to kill Liu Bei.

The battle had lasted less than ten exchanges before he was struck from behind, Cheng Lian driving his spear hard into him.

Zhuo Junlin smiled, that gentle smile tinged with doting affection, sweet enough to reach the depths of Ling Qingyan’s heart.

He Fang became the God of the Underworld with just a thought, and from within the Nether Tower found his parents’ souls. He summoned their spirits, reconstructed their bodies with the Nine-Curve Lotus Root, and returned to the Cultivation Continent. He Fang joined with Changxi and Dai Rou’er, while Wu Chuang and Duanmu Huiran became a couple as well.

“Xian’er, I really think you should go out for a walk. Staying cooped up at home all day isn’t right.” Qinghe still refused to give up.

Young Immortal, Becoming Immortal, True Immortal—these were stages most who achieved immortality must pass through.

The long, mournful sound of the ox horn echoed far into the distance. Sima Tong and Sima Min, still in their dreams, heard it clearly. Sima Min sat up with a start, pushing Sima Tong beside him: “Eighth brother, listen! What does this mean?”

Ge Wei, exhausted from crying, lay in Leng Xuan’s arms and fell asleep. Leng Xuan lifted her gently, carried her out, placed her on the bed, and tucked her in, his hand unconsciously caressing her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin.

If this were not a space of authority, but the Jun family, I’d have slapped you flat long ago, thrown you into the mundane world to clean latrines and carry chamber pots. Where would you find the leisure to listen to all this chatter?