Volume 1, Chapter 40: Lin Mo’s Shocking Lesson! College Students Fight to Stay!

Zhang Nianzu gave A-San a slight shake of his head. After all, Madam Qian had been a significant help during this operation, and if something were to happen to her because of his own people, he would certainly be the one to take the blame.

"To communicate with all the remaining deities and redeem the summoning cards, we still need sixty-six million points," Liu Hai said heavily.

"Are you certain you want to paint in the air while only at the Qi-Refining stage? If you actually manage to draw my likeness, I will concede defeat right now," Ye Qingti said, utterly shocked.

"Young Master Hou, my father and you are peers; how can you address me as 'Brother'? It disrupts the generational order!" Song Shidao said hurriedly. He was very particular about seniority and social hierarchy, so he felt flustered when Zhang Liang addressed him as "Brother Song."

"That is why you humans call them the Nine Heavens Imperial Infant Thunder, or simply Imperial Thunder for short; whereas we call them the Nine Nether Beast Infant Thunder, or simply Beast Infant Thunder!"

"The two of you, get down at once! Although your weight is as light as a feather to the wind, do you really intend to stay on him forever—even while eating and sleeping!?" Gong Lingyuan, who had walked in with a smile, finally erupted.

Many martial artists on the second floor would lose their matches after manifesting their ancient demonic tattoos, only to re-manifest them after some time. This cycle repeated many times; as long as they kept their lives, failure meant nothing.

After listening to Wang Lang’s explanation, everyone fell silent, their expressions filled with a mix of embarrassment and indignation.

The flood dragon went completely berserk, spewing black mist from its maw that engulfed Shen Yu and everyone on the shore. First, someone had tried to subdue it with a bizarre magical artifact, and now another wanted to strike it down with a sword; such humiliation was more than it could bear.

Vaguely hearing Shen Mao still asking about the investment on the other end, she panicked, claimed the signal was poor, and hung up the phone.

The board members, shaken from their stupor by Shen Qin’s exclamation, stared intently at the big screen—their focus so intense that one might have thought they intended to swallow the screen whole. Once they confirmed the financial results were genuine, they were jubilant, breaking into a cacophony of excited discussion.

The soldier who was speaking didn't even finish his sentence before feeling a sharp pain in his neck. He saw his own body—headless—and before he could process what had happened, he was already on his way to meet his Maker.

The cigarette pack in her hand was crumpled beyond recognition, and the tobacco shreds inside were trickling out, bit by bit, onto the floor. Her fingers curled tightly, and her heart pounded wildly.

The two continued to chat. Beauty Dong coaxed Old Zhang into such a state of delight that, by the end of the meal, he already regarded her as a niece-in-law.

No sooner had she sat down than the servants waiting nearby elegantly arrived with grand serving platters. Just seeing the display made Su Yumin feel that it was all far too overwhelming.

At 6:00 PM, having finished dinner early and returned to the network monitoring room, Zhang Yicheng once again ran into the "big spender" who was perpetually online despite constantly claiming they were about to log off.

In Midgard, 'D's were assigned to one of nine classrooms based on their age and knowledge. Zhang Hua was assigned to the Brunhild classroom, the same as Miyuki, and thus remained under her constant surveillance even during class.

"She merely told me that she had a sudden whim to eat at her cousin's house. As for anything else, I have no idea." Gong Qiming's bewildered expression made it clear that he truly did not understand the situation.

This world was not just the Great Qin Empire, nor was Great Qin the most powerful nation. Peace did not exist between these states, and Wang Mang absolutely did not want internal strife or external threats for his country, nor did he wish to be the king of a fallen state, singing songs of decadence while the river flowed on.

"If you move, you will create a current of air that disturbs the original scent of the incense, so you must remain still. You can only rely on your eyes, nose, and ears to judge!" Master Xie said. I was even more confused—I could understand the eyes and nose, but how could ears be of any use?

Lin Huijia's remark left Princess Linglong speechless. If she were to claim that Lin Huijia and the others disliked her, wouldn't that imply her own character was base? Unable to find a retort, Princess Linglong could only let out an unhappy snort.

As for the three great giants—Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Dian Wei—they were currently nobodies, unknown to the world. Guan Yu was a fugitive murderer, still on the run somewhere; Zhang Fei was a butcher, likely still shouting at his meat stall and haggling with housewives; and as for Dian Wei, the "Ancient Evil," he was nothing but a local thug.

How did they appear here? Who sent them? Where were the Green Chicken and Zhufu? Had they met with disaster? A flurry of questions flooded my mind, but the most pressing one—the one that needed solving first—was what lay inside these three coffins.

If Xueye Wuyang had been unconvinced before, he now found it perfectly reasonable upon learning Ye Fei's identity. A Nine-Tailed Demon Fox—if it were him, nothing was strange. After all, he was the guy who had taken down two instructors at the World Hunter School; it was only natural for him to be a bit arrogant.

Over these past days, the dizzying ledger had been perfectly organized by Jin Niang. She had also sent people to handle matters in Xiangyang, and had dispatched trusted aides to inspect the nearby key cities and counties. He was in an excellent mood.

Everything went black; I could see nothing and had to rely on my ears. The old Taoist was chanting some spell, and I heard the people around me cry out in astonishment. I longed to open my eyes to see what was happening, but I did not.

Having consumed a bolt of purple fire-lightning, Silly Er had also seen a major improvement. Its Tier 3 Heavenly fire essence had now ascended to Tier 5.

Behind the curtain, they chatted incessantly about the events of the past few years, though some things were inevitably left unsaid.

Looking at the luxurious gate, Chen Meng knew that it was absolutely impossible for her to simply stroll inside.