Volume One, Chapter 79: Your Grandfather and I Were Classmates and Colleagues

Suppressing the soreness in his eyes, he lowered his gaze, entered the room, and carefully locked the design sketches at the bottom of the trunk.

After all, they were not part of the Air Force Research Institute, so he needed to consult Jiang Yingli first, then find a way to establish contact with the Air Force.

“You really are quite unattractive. For the sake of beauty, the system had to put in quite a bit of effort,” Wen Chenshui leaned close to Xu Liu’s ear and whispered in a low voice.

She confessed openly that she had fallen for a man, and they had pledged themselves to each other. Three years from now, he would come to marry her.

There was no shortage of handsome men in the Mystic Sect, and many had been compared to him, but he had never cared.

A tremor ran through Xiao Se’s heart. In his usually indifferent eyes, a sudden heat flashed, though it vanished just as quickly.

Looking at his childish demeanor, it was hard to imagine he was the star athlete Zhang Peng and the others often mentioned.

But now, the backlash he suffered was growing worse. As luck would have it, the martial arts I practiced happened to absorb others’ inner strength and convert it to my own. That day, in our unintentional fight, I actually ended up helping him.

There was nothing she could do. She didn’t want to use her mind to control benches and chairs to attack Han Zhengbei in front of Han Yunjing and the Lu family. If she did, her secret would be exposed.

With Bai Hao’s words, the Second Kongshan looked outside and saw the flowers, grass, and trees growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The spiritual energy of the illusion formation had overflowed, leaking outward, and in just a short time, the aura here was much richer than elsewhere.

After that night, Rong Jin Xian did not show herself for two whole days, remaining secluded in her room.

As she spoke, tears burst forth. Suddenly, Madam Li rose, walked to the embroidery table, and, picking up the scissors, cut the half-finished cloud-dragon patterned sash in two.

Fortunately, the situation hadn’t gotten out of hand. Yang Yifei, after all, was a peak E-class cultivator who had also learned basic sword techniques at the Heavenly Dao Institute. He could just barely suppress an F-class opponent carrying a large round object.

The noodles were smooth and tender, the greens crisp and fragrant, the fried egg had a perfectly crisp edge and a runny heart—each bite unfurled new layers of flavor on his tongue, making it impossible to stop.

Wang Jianqiang, pressured incessantly by the other party, had no choice but to contact Gu Qi. He’d hoped she could simply enjoy a peaceful New Year at home.

Five longswords roared simultaneously, a deep and powerful sound like the angry roar of a beast. Yang Hao’s expression shifted slightly as he gazed at the five swords. His profound energy surged wildly through his body, lending him strength and vigor. Lightning crackled along his skin, startling to behold, though there was a trace of heat within the lightning.

Then Li Yanyang and Cheng Chen began drilling the team, each taking turns giving commands. The students practiced their marching steps while watching the two compete, absorbed in their own world, unaware that instructors from all around had heard the commotion and came over to take a look whenever they had a break.

Watching Yang Hao, blood-soaked at the front, he couldn’t help swallowing hard. Staring at him as if at a monster, he saw the other man seem to sense his gaze and awkwardly touch his nose.

“Has there been an outsider living in this village? A tall man?” Mu Qiu stepped forward to ask.

“Old Niu! Ha, you’re here too, what a coincidence. I’m here for an arrest. Why is it so crowded here…” The policeman’s words trailed off as his gaze landed on Director Pu. His voice faltered and stuck in his throat.

But all of this was three months ago. In the past, her cultivation would increase by a sixth every two months.

Bao Biao suddenly spoke with threatening force, drawing a wave of admiration from the crowd. For a criminal to go this far was impressive—they themselves would never dare threaten police, much less confront a director.