Volume 1, Chapter 49: Jiang Ci's Strength

"Really?" Yiran wore a skeptical look, while Ryan recalled the eyes full of hatred he had cast toward him earlier.

However, NPC housekeepers could not see attributes such as prosperity or livability, and their management left much to be desired.

After all, anyone with even a shred of common sense would not, just because of a single matchmaking session, spend their time verbally abusing their soon-to-be four-year roommate—who clearly came from a well-to-do background—one by one, and then top it all off with a snide remark about trading facial beauty for physical disability.

Therefore, they didn't take the "Feger Nova" seriously at all, silently racing against the other teams in the top ten.

However, after the group marched onward for another few hours, the other shore still remained remote and out of reach. Due to some of the weaker disciples or groups with heavier injuries being impaired in combat effectiveness, the stronger ones had to step in and fill the gaps, allowing the low-powered or injured disciples to get more rest.

In the driver's seat, Zhang Lei, who had just settled in, curled his lips. Chasing women was supposed to be about gaining both wealth and affection; paying out of his own pocket was simply out of the question.

Although his physique had become extremely robust due to the infusion of a massive amount of psychic energy, basic physical training was still necessary, as it would help him thoroughly master his own power.

Indeed, the end of that bone was arc-shaped, which could fit right into the bones of Red Sleeve and Hundred Blessings.

"A broken wine pot? You actually call this a broken wine pot?" The drunkard acted as if he had just heard the most absurd joke in the world.

Although Uncle Fu was from the opposing team, it was undeniable that their previous conversation had indirectly provided him with a new line of thinking.

At this very moment, in the troops where Mo Nanting was stationed, the sounds echoing in his ears were the shouted slogans coming from the drill ground.

Xia Fan had slept soundly and still hadn't woken up by evening. Throughout the entire day, quite a few people came to visit him, including the head of pediatrics, the head of neurology, and several nurses. The master of traditional Chinese medicine, Wan Chuntuo, had taken his pulse, confirmed there were no issues, shook his head with a sigh, and left.

Purple Butterfly was filled with remorse, regretting that she had left the hospital instead of guarding Xia Fan's bedside; perhaps she could have prevented the tragedy from happening.

"Hmph, the one who is finished is you." A gloomy voice sounded from behind Ye Yanqing.

"Elder Mojue, he is completely deranged right now; he can't hear a word you say. Open the door. Before getting that Dragon Clan member to make a move, perhaps we can use another method to alleviate his inner demons," Han Bing said.

"I suppose you won't disappoint me," Hua Luo dropped a perfunctory, concluding remark and turned to leave.

Sister Li was completely dazed by this speech; she felt she had truly learned something. She suddenly wondered if she should be more mindful in the future, and smile more often.

Dongling sat down beside him, and the faint scent of medicine radiating from his body was very pleasant, seeming to carry an even fainter hint of pear blossoms beyond the ordinary medicinal smell. She still remembered the last time they rode the same horse, accompanied by that very same faint fragrance of pear blossoms, intoxicatingly sweet.

It wasn't until she hung up the phone that Gu Xiran walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, parted the curtains, and stared blankly down at her own phone.

Gu Nan's movement was far too sudden, leaving Miluo with no time to react before the sword struck. The moment the tip of the blade pierced inward, Gu Nan finally triggered "Shadow Sword Stacking."

When roughly two-thirds of the time had elapsed, Evil Wind issued a command without the slightest hesitation to the program inside the core.

When the tea leaves were ready for picking, he harvested them himself and made some batches. Whenever he felt restless, he would brew a pot of tea. These were precisely the ones he had taken out from his miniature space after preparing them beforehand.

Influenced by the ethos of the Sword-Wielding Sect, they had always advocated that strength was paramount, while so-called martial brotherhood was cast aside. Therefore, Xie Budang clearly belonged to the neglected category. Although he knew some of his master's secrets, due to his mediocre aptitude, practically no one was willing to teach him anything extra.

Zhao Yishan silently swore that as long as he could get out alive, he would find a way to eliminate these two no matter what.

Therefore, although the mammoth looked as though it were bristling with densely packed arrows, in reality, they had only slightly penetrated the skin. The actual damage inflicted on the mammoth could be said to be negligible.

The seawater was split apart, and Zhao Yishan burst forth from tens of thousands of feet high waves. He stood suspended in mid-air, the giant waves attempting to swallow him, yet the tips of the billows could only brush against the soles of his feet.

Consequently, the temperature of the tea became extremely low—so low that frost had already formed on the coffee table right beneath the teacup.

Facing Su Ye's command, the Sky-Barking Hound did not dare to hesitate in the slightest, immediately nodding repeatedly in prompt agreement.

"I don't know what this spirit plant is, but I know this is a spiritual plant!" Zhao Yishan said with certainty.

Following four consecutive acknowledgments, a look of bloodlust flashed in Zhang Zheng's eyes. Pulling back the control stick, his plane veered sharply to the right, breaking away from its pursuit formation. The remaining four P40 fighters quickly altered their formation as well, charging straight toward the Japanese formation in attack pairs.

When Swallow heard the word "freedom," a gleam of spirit finally returned to her eyes. Respectfully accepting the letter from Jia Rong, she kowtowed heavily three times to him before her figure flashed, vanishing from the Jia residence after a few leaps.

"I will go collect my sister's remains. Since Zhang Zongbao is not dead, this matter can be considered settled. When are you leaving?" Finally, after a long silence, Zhao Guodong relented.

After behaving himself for a few days, Wu Yongsi could no longer suppress himself. Now that he had finally caught an opportunity to vent, how could he let it go so easily?

Chu Yun's words were actually directed at Zhao Zhe. Indeed, after hesitating for a moment, Zhao Zhe swallowed back the words he had intended to say to mediate the peace. Seeing Zhao Zhe back down, Ye An's heart sank to rock bottom. He looked around at his former friends—those who used to drink and play together—yet not a single one of them stepped forward.

The three words "Ascender" caused a flash of golden light to instantly cross Bai Risheng's eyes, yet he said not a single word, merely watching quietly.

He knew very well that the true meaning behind Old Master Liu's words was not the first two possibilities, but the very last one. How were they supposed to answer this? Once they gave the wrong response, or uttered something they shouldn't have, they would likely end up smashed to pieces.

The middle-aged man wept tears of agony, his hands flailing wildly to drive the parrot away. The parrot flapped its wings, flew back onto Xiangling's shoulder, spat out a strand of hair with a pffft, shook its feathers, and let out a hiss of warning.

"That's right, it's a low-altitude stall turn! Nobody else knows this move of mine to this day! Don't ask, I will teach it to you; whether you can learn it or not depends entirely on your own ability." Master Jin raised his eyebrows and puffed out his chest slightly.