Performer (5)

The Cloud Sea Domain, serving as the core of the Eternal Arrangement, was also the first place to reveal changes. It was likely to bear traces of the ancestors. Ding Yan entered this realm precisely to seek among these elders for the mark belonging to Qian Yuanzi.

Only now did Fei Yanggu, who had not understood the situation, realize this shameful incident. Though angry, he truly felt that Nuda Hai confronting the emperor over such a trivial matter was far too frivolous.

If the cheap mother could be likened to a delicate orchid, then the beauty before him was a peony in full bloom—noble and magnificent, yet with a faint aura of dignity.

Yang Xiwen glanced back with confusion and a hint of shyness at Han Feng, yet did not ask him for his reasons.

Perhaps, among all the students, only Han Feng could truly appreciate the vastness of Professor Li Zhongwen’s knowledge, genuinely understand every word he spoke, and align his words with the realities within his own body.

The restaurant’s proprietress sat behind the cash register, looked up once, then returned to her computer game, utterly unconcerned with such matters. So long as more customers came, paid after eating, she cared for nothing else. This was a kind of ‘clever’ self-preservation—a plain and ordinary life.

“We’ve won, and we’re all still alive.” Their gazes met, transmitting this thought to each other. For Class One, this was the happiest, most perfect ending.

A bitter laugh escaped him. Ren Zhihong drained his cup in one gulp, then suddenly raised his head; his eyes held a tangled emotion, something between anger and pain.

He simply stopped fishing, walked to the shore, thinking to himself, “Looks like there’s nothing wrong with the fish feed now.”

A rank odor emanated from all of them, similar to the foul air from a sewer. Even Old Wu frowned, and Ying Caixing nearly retched. This was the true state of itinerant cultivators, the very image of Neptune’s Beggar Sect.

Chu Junyue’s eyes shone with joy as he suddenly drew her into his arms and kissed her. Then, as if remembering something, he knelt upon one knee again and slid the ring onto her right hand’s ring finger.

“Not bad.” The elder’s eyes also revealed a hint of admiration, tinged with a trace of fervor. Clearly, even he held Wudao Tian in high esteem. Such reverence showed the status of this Immortal Dao Heavenly Lord among martial artists.

Xiao Heng nodded humbly; beside him, Shangguan Rongxi showed a faint smile, clearly satisfied with his reply.

Long Guhong sized up Silver Moon from head to toe, uncertain of his true identity. A mysterious aura radiated from every inch of him.

“Well then! Time to get to work! You bunch of little rascals are all getting promoted! The military orders are in—each of you will get a rank up, plus two months’ pay as reward!” Fang Hanmin announced to the crew.

They hastily defended themselves, and with a thunderous crash, both were sent flying, leaving a deep crater in the ground as they spat blood.

Water levels only drop in times of drought, when rain is scarce for months. The recent weather has been normal; logically, this shouldn't happen.

Damn! Lin Feng rolled his eyes. “I’m truly puzzled—how is it you know everything, yet have never acted?”

The Divine Phoenix clan pleaded earnestly, faces full of bitterness. Facing the ravenous Imperial City coalition, they had no power even to protect themselves, let alone kill Lin Feng. Didn’t they see two ancient emperors secretly shielding him from behind?

Deep down, the idea of living with an unfamiliar man did not bother her at all.

Zhan Ying knew full well—even if he didn’t win first place, he wouldn’t lose out. He was determined to attend the Hidden Dragon Assembly, regardless.

Zhao Yuanshan was no fool. Though he had the prince of the Zhang family backing him, the Yang family was no mere nobody; with deep roots and hidden power, who could guarantee they didn’t have cards up their sleeve?

“Fine! A hundred thousand it is. But if you lose, you must leave Gu Lingfei immediately!” Dao Musheng said coldly.

The shadow watched in horror as the carefully chosen skin of his face was slashed five times by Feng Jinglan’s silver needles. More astonishingly, the wounds seemed suddenly aflame; his skin was scorched and shriveled in an instant.

“Others envy Lin Zihan’s genius, but who knows that even genius must be forged with sweat!” Zhu Chao mused inwardly.

“Ask yourself honestly, have I ever treated you badly? When you owed the casinos fifty million rubles, Long Zhan and I helped pay your debt and got you out. Isn’t that right?” I put my arm around his shoulder, slightly sentimental.

“Luo Ping, how I choose is my own business and has nothing to do with you,” Hua Qing replied coolly, her tone icy.

“How ignorant! What’s strange about this? Nearly every faction in the Imperial City has a martial arena! Didn’t you know?” Wang Kai said disdainfully.

But after switching to human form and missing the key Q when Su Cheng’s R landed right on her face, there was no chance of turning the tables.

At this moment, Mu Fan understood the dean’s intentions, but he felt it was not yet time to reveal them.

It was a card usable only on spirits; once deployed, there were only ten seconds to command. The contract only formed if the spirit earnestly agreed to the contractor’s request; then the card would guide the spirit to fulfill the contract, or else—there was only death.

Jiang Qi had been puzzled before; now he knew that the real Monkey King was already a Da Luo-level deity, and could not lack the supernatural ability to “know every spoken word.”

The Shadowflame Demon Wolf leader returned twice, both times being hunted by the Shadow Demon Spider lord.