Volume 1, Chapter 37: Becoming His Secretary

Yu Lang’s face was twisted in exasperation. Once inside the tower, he found himself unable to channel his magical powers. "Cut him off!" he shouted while giving chase.

"Hahahaha! Since I dared to help you restore your cultivation, I naturally had a way to deal with you. If I lacked even that much foresight, how could I hold the throne of the Yunqin Empire?" Zi Shoude burst into loud laughter.

Qiu Ningyan smiled as she greeted Li Xu, then set off to busy herself with purchasing supplies for their daily needs.

The disparity in strength was glaring. Holy Mother Shiji was a master at the late stage of Tribulation Transcendence, and she had reached this level not through shortcuts, but through the guidance of the Divine Race. Coupled with Yu Lang, who was also a master at the Tribulation Transcendence stage, it was clear that Master Dingyu would be at a disadvantage if a fight were to break out.

Veins bulged on Wu Yuetu's forehead. He wheeled his horse around, charged out of the manor—now stripped of its walls and gates—and galloped onto the main imperial road, heading straight for the palace.

As the whispered mutterings faded, a dense killing intent erupted in Tie Ying's eyes. His rather cold, stern face gradually turned somber, and a mix of ruthless cunning and decisive resolve flickered within his smile.

This place was covered in snow year-round. As far as the eye could see, it was a vast, silver expanse where the biting cold was omnipresent. Goose-feather-sized snowflakes descended from the heavens, as if the entire world had been rendered in white.

Yun Longjian did not hesitate for a moment; he climbed the stairs and arrived before the four towering totem poles.

"Nalanlin, can’t you just contact Brother Shengtian directly and tell him the solution?" Ji Ai asked after a moment of thought.

Reinhardt adjusted his mask, waved his hand, and grabbed the rope with one hand, tugging it to test its weight-bearing capacity. He then shifted the massive spear he was holding onto his back and, clutching the rope, was the first to leap into the cavern opening.

An unstable foundation meant being inferior to others, constantly kept in check and restrained. Once lost, there would be no way to remedy it, unless one were to abandon their cultivation entirely, dissipate their spiritual energy, and start over from scratch—though that was a near-impossible feat. After all, starting over is easier said than done.

Everyone was filled with questions, yet no one dared to speak up. Guo Jie and Tian Heng, needless to say, were also puzzled, but as subordinates of Xiao Wuxie, they knew full well what could and could not be said.

At first, he had taken it lightly, assuming it was just a common formation that could be easily destroyed. But as the array unfolded layer by layer, he realized the situation was far more complex than he had anticipated.

In an instant, Ling Xiao used his brain-computer interface to replicate the expressions of everyone present, especially those on Kang Jiancheng's side. However, the harvest was meager; they all appeared calm and indifferent, as if they were certain of winning this gamble.

Who could have imagined that the strength Jiang Tianhong was now displaying had reached the ninth level of the Qi Gathering stage?

The lampstands flickering in the light were identical to those Shao Heng and the others had seen earlier—each was shaped like a human figure, with both hands raised to hold the wick.

After hearing what Mu Hua had to say, Ouyang Nan and Gou You both wore strange expressions—one seemed skeptical, while the other appeared hesitant to believe him.

Ding Jie spoke as he led everyone into the mountain stronghold, but from the black mist twenty meters away, lights of various colors began to shimmer.

"Sigh, I wonder who just took their phone out and put it back several times," Er Shen added from the side, silently delivering a sharp jab.

However, Xiao Wuxie would never reveal his true thoughts in front of an enemy; that would only boost their morale while diminishing his own. Such a self-defeating act was something Xiao Wuxie would never do, even in death.

"Who are you people? How did you come here?" An old man approached with three or four young men, eyeing the group incessantly.

As for the decennial admissions process, it was managed uniformly by the Academy Administration Department. Every academy had an admissions booth here, and incoming students could choose where to register at will. Only if a problem arose would they request the Academy Administration Department to step in and mediate.

As the saying goes, it is better to have one more friend than one more enemy. Therefore, Xu Ruoqing did not wish to offend Zhao Mu.

Because of this, they had lingered before the door for quite some time without taking a single step into the courtyard.

Yet, even after the situation had slightly stabilized, that ambitious and deeply suspicious fellow Lu Xuanming would not let things rest. He conspired with Mo Qingyu to launch an attack against his own Deputy Sect Master, Li Shenxiao.

It was a pity that Xu Feng and Chen Hu paid no heed. Before Sun Xi could step in to stop them, they had already charged out, aiming straight for Qu Zhou.

Qicai resisted the black air currents generated by the explosion. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead, her face had turned pale, and her delicate red lips had lost their color.

After Zeng Haoran left, Wang Meng could not help but offer a wry smile and examine himself. After a year of grueling training, his progress in "Transforming Spirit" was negligible, but his body had grown significantly stronger—it seemed the immortal arts were quite effective after all. As for everything else, there was no change.

"Get lost, and don't let me see you again." Sun Xi shut the car door for Haozi and walked away without looking back.

Meng Qi constantly reminded himself to stay calm, striving to steady his agitated heart.

Although the primary reason Faliye had chosen to defect was her fear of being abandoned by Green and Ikasi, once she had given her word, there was essentially no need to worry about her going back on it.

"Really?" Kona asked, as she was truly not very familiar with this particular Pokémon.

Some believed that alchemy skill had nothing to do with one's character. Someone could have great talent for alchemy but also possess a wicked nature—who decreed that a talented alchemist could not also be a thief?

Watching this scene made Hua Zhou and the other Qi generals ache with frustration. Their ancestors had toiled day and night, scrimping and saving, but when faced with a spendthrift heir, all those efforts were squandered in an instant.

Yingning, Abao, and Xin Shiniang—not much time had passed, yet the three of them had heard many names they had never encountered before, along with the stories belonging to each of those names.