Chapter Fifty-One: Run Quickly

“If I’d known it tasted this awful, I wouldn’t have fallen for the beauty’s trick!” Liu Zhi frowned as he drank his second cup.

To the west, Cui Hanchen, accompanied by ten instructors and the top hundred core disciples, stood in neat rows along the wall of the training hall. Outside the window, ordinary students crowded in, eager to witness the scene.

This time, Li Wei closed his eyes in meditation, and fragments of broken images flashed through his consciousness. Almost all were scenes of Chu Chu holding hands with different people—each time, the person was someone new.

Asheroth altered my soul and placed me in the body of an infant for the first time. Half a year later, he passed away. By the time I recovered my memories and fully awakened, fourteen years had gone by. Compared to the magical tower territories of other eras, my domain then resembled nothing more than a tribal settlement.

In Ye Qingcheng’s eyes, Li Wei had not only ruined Gao Yifan’s life, but had also successfully infiltrated the Ye family, becoming a direct rival in its internal power struggle.

Xu Miao felt a quiet relief at these words. She sat with Xu Ya opposite Ouyang Minrui. On the table were three bags Xu Ya had hastily made over the past few days: a crossbody bag, a single-room backpack, and a coin purse.

“The language here isn’t one I know,” was scrawled awkwardly in the booklet she held up.

He saw a pile of freshly washed clothes on the bed. With a wave of his hand, his mental power lifted them into the air and sent them flying toward the wardrobe. Guided by invisible hands, they slipped onto hangers and settled neatly inside.

Zhou Nan knew this was only the beginning, for from the moment Ferrari was born, it was destined for greatness.

Zhou Nan was busy, unwilling to linger in London, and returned to Switzerland the very next day.

Teacher Zheng looked up at Wei Li and Chen Shusheng, finally fixing his gaze upon Wei Li’s face.

Ancha’s spiritual sense was powerful, but covering the entire mountain had drained nearly two-thirds of her energy.

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The Imperial Academy followed a four-year curriculum. Students could apply for graduation after four years or upon reaching the Profound rank.

Qu Wei eyed Qu San suspiciously—he was unfazed even if an international bigwig threatened him with a weapon, yet now he seemed intent on saving lives. When had this change occurred?

When Samuel saw the sacred power extinguished, he was about to give the order to advance when a thunderous rumbling echoed from above.

He would never give up, never release his stand-in ability, not until his last breath.

After scolding, Lin Zier, seated next to Lin Chen, lost her energy once more, turning to look behind her as if she could glimpse the silhouette of Mo City, her longing evident.

Ke Jun saw Ancha still drowsy and gazing at her in confusion. Her hand itched, and she couldn’t resist reaching out to pinch Ancha’s cheek.

The deputy president sent to Frankfurt had indeed botched the job. Jiang Nian’s personal visit was not only to salvage the situation but also to develop a broader, farther-reaching market.

“I’m sorry, Uncle Bao, for making you worry!” Yan Mengmeng’s voice was apologetic, tinged with urgency.

Ye Feng watched Gong Ningyue’s expression closely. Seeing her face fill with surprise, the shadows in Ye Feng’s eyes deepened, turning as dark as an abyss. His gaze, charged with murderous intent, fixed fiercely on the words “Chu Yan” carved into the cliff face.

In the Celestial Court, Lady Lightning was among the most diligent deities—and, naturally, one of its notorious chatterboxes.

Yet in almost two months in Rome, the system had remained silent. His accumulated attribute points were long depleted, save for two basic points held in reserve; the rest had been spent on himself.

“This knife has been with me for many years. Now I’m giving it to you, so it’s bound to be moody. Take good care of it!”—Chu Ying’s blade.

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All three judges gave low marks, leaving Li Changlin in trouble. Unless the remaining two judges awarded full points, his overall score would only reach 7.8. In that case, the mentor could ask the contestant to sing another song, and the judges would score again.

“So even if the Jingzhou army here knows we’re leaving the city, they’ll probably do nothing more than make a token attempt to stop us, rather than risk their lives!” Zhang Xiong chimed in.

When Song Ming took possession of the Heaven-ranked hero’s core elixir, no one questioned it. After all, the Xilan cultist had been slain by Song Ming; it was only right for him to handle the spoils.

Now, in front of Zhang Yi, he couldn’t help but want to outshine him, though he himself was unaware of it.

For a moment, the crowd debated heatedly, but their opinions were nearly unanimous: partnering with the Dark Knight Heri was a recipe for disaster—like bargaining with a tiger, it would only push them into the fire.

In response, the Electric Dragon rose upright on two legs, its gaze serious and solemn. Its yellow tail whipped the air, releasing a powerful current that stirred up clouds of dust.

Luo Yao had just left the secret realm and frowned—the surroundings were not the entrance she had used before.

In the past, she might not have dared think this way. But now it was clear: Doctor Wen lacked neither silver nor charcoal.

A local dojo, while receiving government tax subsidies, was also responsible for handling special incidents caused by wild spirits.

“Master Ren, I heard your mother-in-law made a scene at the birthday party last night because you stole her business, and even hit your wife. Don’t you feel the least bit sorry?” Zhou Jiyue enthusiastically relayed last night’s drama.