Chapter 108: The Proud Zheng Haoyue

Although the extra-dimensional demons and the heaven-shaking tribulations caused quite a stir, for most people within the Huaxia Alliance, they were merely topics for casual dinner conversation.

Only the upper echelons and the military understood the full reality of these events. Naturally, the Ministry of Education did not want the nation's future elites to view these matters so lightly, and through various publicity campaigns, they ensured the students gained a deeper understanding.

This awareness, however, remained limited to the Heavenly Demon Cult and the influence of Han Ze; the notion of powerful entities from other worlds crossing into their realm was still...

Upon returning home, Wang Qingping hid in the bathroom to call her parents. Outside, Zhou Xuan could only hear her murmuring for a long time before she emerged, looking utterly dejected.

With acting skills and self-control like Chu Han’s, there must be a reason why she served as Fu Xianting’s stand-in for three years.

He could clearly remember the few times he had received an excellent rating from the system—was it twice or three times?

Later, through continuous simplification, the methods of cultivation were gradually lost, leaving behind only some ordinary boxing techniques.

All three families requested the same type of spiritual pill, known as the Spirit Origin Pill. It was the most common third-rank introductory pill, yet it was also the best benchmark for a pill refiner's true skill.

Zhehan remained unconscious, and although Mengnuo had woken up, he could not speak clearly and drooled from the corner of his mouth. The military doctor, Bateng, concluded that even if Mengnuo recovered from his stroke, he would at best be left hemiplegic. It would be impossible for him to gallop across the battlefield on horseback again; he could only return home to retire and await the call of death.

She felt a profound sense of boredom, so much so that she suddenly wondered: which of her feet represented her past life, and which represented her present?

"You..." Seeing the icy look in Ye Tian’s eyes, Jin Jiaoniang immediately clamped her mouth shut, gnashing her teeth in resentment.

Chen Guang was one of his father’s three great bodyguards. He only accompanied him on very important or dangerous occasions and would not easily intrude at other times.

Ren Qiutang took a month and a half of leave. Apart from eating and sleeping, she spent every day contemplating her plan, and before long, it had taken shape in her mind.

Chu Huaiyu turned to look at Shangguan Hong. Before she could make an introduction, she heard Shangguan Hong say, "Su Huai, I have heard my master mention you." His voice was stiff, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the Kaiyun Sword at Su Huai’s waist, showing no intention of taking him seriously.

When she walked, she seemed to be outside the world, introspecting her own emotions. At first, she was constantly calm, but later, when my sudden outbursts caused her heart to fluctuate, she would return to that same calm the moment she started walking. I truly loved watching her in those moments.

At this thought, Chen Xu immediately closed his eyes and focused his hearing, listening toward the distance.

A tremendous crash suddenly echoed through the dense forest. Before Cao Yuanhua could react, a powerful hand gripped his throat and slammed him into the woods. When the dust settled, Cao Yuanhua was shocked to realize that the hand pinning his throat belonged to the old beggar.

There can be no mistake. Tie Changfeng, who fused the eight veins of force into one at the Artifact Alliance—it is rumored he has become the master of the Force-Refining Lineage and is a seventh-rank master of smelting. But why would he come to my Imperial Observatory?

"Nothing, I was just passing by. If I were you, I would have killed that snake demon just now. But then again, with your meager abilities, you couldn't have killed him anyway," Zhang Tian said, his expression completely devoid of emotion.

Qi Qi’s momentum, which could sweep through an army and raze everything in its path, failed to strike the slightest fear into the Xiageng corpse puppets. Having been dead for ten thousand years, they were more bone-like than bones themselves; they possessed no fear, only the instinct to kill, kill, and kill. Qi Qi grew even more ferocious, marking the first time she had encountered such a troublesome situation.

"We are going to meet a powerful authority figure from another school to recruit him into our faction," Zhuang Mei said. Compared to her rigorous demeanor during meetings, she now shone like sunlight, so radiant that I could hardly open my eyes.