Chapter 128: Peril in the Forest

"Haven't I already told you about the situation here? If you still can't explain these things clearly given the current circumstances, then you'd better give me a proper explanation!"

The people nearby looked at one another, beginning to recount the troubles they had encountered since entering and the mountain of tasks awaiting them. Most of them stopped listening after a sentence or two; those who managed to make it here were, for the most part, arrogant and conceited. In truth, most of them believed they possessed sufficient strength within these walls, convinced that once they resolved these issues, everything would finally be settled. By this point, the group was simply...

"Perhaps they're just tired of it and want to find something more suitable," Ai Jinming said, setting down his chopsticks and pondering for a moment.

A powerful shockwave, mixed with suffocating carbon dioxide, stung Ling Fu’s eyes. The force of inertia sent her flying horizontally out of the cabin, after which she plummeted vertically into the Mekong River.

He parked his mountain bike steadily in front of his new home and was surprised to hear his parents' voices.

One month later, the second wave of spiritual energy would descend. He had to seize South America, occupy that sealed land, and monopolize a spiritual energy dragon vein before the second wave arrived to prepare for the surge.

Then, to Nan Mufei's surprise, Shangguang Kunta pulled a blanket over and covered her directly.

Yang Chen took a deep breath, his face as dark as water. He snapped his fingers, and an attendant produced three dice.

She was quite curious, but such matters were difficult to broach; asking about them would inevitably make things feel strange.

Staring at Chu Feng, who stood smiling while holding the key to Tianlan Villa, Yang Chen’s heart trembled violently.

To put it bluntly, both harbored feelings for each other, but due to their headstrong personalities, neither had dared to speak up and break through that subtle emotional barrier.

The five contestants from Country K were all dressed in black robes, each wearing a tall, oversized conical hat and a thin veil over their faces, making their features completely indistinguishable. The weapons at their waists were wrapped in black cloth, adding to their mysterious aura.

Mo Mo was not nearly as sensitive to the air. At most, she felt that the braised pork cooked today smelled truly divine—yes, it was definitely the scent of braised pork. Mo Mo drooled as she gazed toward a certain window, where the cafeteria lady waved her large ladle and offered her a smile as warm and inviting as the pork itself.

For some reason, Lei Zhan always felt that these black snow wolves could communicate in secret, so he attempted to converse with them. He regretted it the moment he opened his mouth; although these snow wolves were clearly creations of supernatural power, they were obviously not yet capable of independent communication.

He Kaijie led Jiang Zaiyuan and the others out of Peach Blossom City and toward a mountain, which they then began to climb.

After declaring what they intended to sell and paying the management fees, they were free to enter the trading hall.

The old man, dressed in a purple-gold Taoist robe, had a youthful face framed by white hair and a three-stranded beard, exuding the air of an immortal. At that moment, he was holding a jade wine flagon, pouring a drink for Elder Lü.

Jiang Yao knew she was observing him from behind the screen as well. Their gazes met across the partition, colliding in mid-air like a sudden gust of wind, causing the lamplight to flicker and sway.

"No way. You, Le Yi, may be a guest instructor, and we all respect your brother, Young Master Ye, but you can't just play like this, can you?"

"Oh." Poor Na Ze desperately wanted to keep rubbing his nose but held back, which sent the few pranksters nearby into fits of laughter.

I let out a soft sigh of relief after pushing the coffin a foot away. Fortunately, the coffin had shown me some mercy and didn't leave me with a broken hand or anything worse.

This was the manifestation of Yuan energy into spirit, another reflection of enlightenment, though it could not yet be conjured with a single thought.

Because if he had chosen to knock on the door or something similar, it was highly likely that some department head would have found a trumped-up excuse to expel him from the school or even strip him of his student status.