Volume One, Chapter 81: The Teacher Selection Examination

Gazing at the neatly wrapped chocolate in her palm, Jiang Yingli’s eyes grew deep and thoughtful. In the end, she did not refuse his kindness. She unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth. The chocolate had melted a little, so it was soft as it entered, but in the next moment, that familiar bittersweet smoothness filled her mouth, making her heart soften.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you, Boss, for nurturing me. I’ll devote myself wholeheartedly and slay dragons for you,” Pingzi said excitedly.

This time, it was Liu Xuanyuan who was taken aback. He was certain that before this moment, he had never crossed paths with Lu Tianming.

“Master, our cloth business brought in a total revenue of eighty thousand strings this year. We opened six new shops, and our overall income increased by thirty percent compared to last year. We expect next year’s revenue to reach ninety thousand,” reported the chief steward in charge of the cloth business under Wan Yunquan.

“I’m not sure, but I think something has emerged from beneath the lake,” Ye Xing replied, swallowing nervously.

When Qin Yu finally stepped fully into the Emperor Supreme Realm, Dragon Soul instantly sensed it and immediately entered the Ancient Dragon God Seal.

At the sight of the Myriad Demon Banner fluttering lightly in the wind, all the demon clan martial sages present were visibly shaken.

In Meizhou, Zhao Yuan was still preparing for battle, unaware that a seemingly idle move made over in Kaifeng had suddenly connected straight to the very heart of Song Dynasty power.

Before leaving the trial grounds, Lu Tianming had considered that after Huangfu Qi returned to his family, he might reward him or just brush him off with some token gesture. He had never expected things would turn out the way they had.

A strange confidence appeared on Lu Tianming’s face. By now, his strength was already among the top tier of martial artists in the Crouching Dragon Secret Realm.

Shen Mo did not tell his mother about the Western Church or the werewolves; that episode of slaughter was not something an elder should ever know. The reason he spoke as he did was also to make sure the twins would keep their story consistent with his.

With things in such chaos, and the principal saying nothing at all, what did that mean? It meant the class leader’s squad had no intention of caring what Xiao Zhan was up to. No matter how much trouble he caused, it was confined to the Battle Academy, and even if he turned the place upside down, it wouldn’t matter.

Of course, not all eight hundred bandits could be drugged. As for the rest, it didn’t matter—the signal had already been sent. From the foot of the mountain, torches were lit, and the young soldiers, holding their torches high, began to comb the mountain in a net-like sweep.

“Aren’t they your parents? Alright, let’s go home. You need a good rest. Tonight… heh heh heh.” Li Shishi’s smile turned red as she spoke, and she didn’t continue. After a few words with the hotel manager, she took Wu Wei home with her.

This point had indeed surprised Song Kuan. The forty thousand cavalry of the Wenduola grasslands had arrived—Jia Min had, out of nowhere, acquired a powerful new force.

With a wave of the Jade Emperor’s hand, Marshal Tianpeng’s petrified body was restored to normal. Dragged out, stumbling, by Officer Wang Ling, moments later heavy hammer blows sounded from outside the great hall, and Marshal Tianpeng’s piteous cries echoed across the Thirty-Six Heavens, alarming every being in the Three Realms.

But this was to be expected. People with extraordinary talents in certain areas often have some mental quirks, which ordinary people can neither accept nor comprehend.

“Tell me the truth: what’s the greatest risk of performing a soul binding?” Wu Wei asked seriously, gripping the succubus’s shoulders.

The sect leader remained extraordinarily calm even upon seeing this. Striking a Taiji Sword stance, he exuded an aura that embraced all things. As the attacks of Tongtian and Zhunti approached, the sect leader was just about to counter when suddenly a strange spiritual energy burrowed straight into his mind.

Li Shiyi’s gaze toward Lin Yan was complicated. If it had been the Lin Yan of old, he wouldn’t have noticed, but now that his path was forged through emotion, it was impossible for the feelings of ordinary people to escape his perception.