24 Evolution (3)

In the capital, Number One and his companions trembled with excitement. Deep beneath Liaoning, countless people surged out, calling out in the snow. The temperature rose strangely and abruptly, shooting straight up to zero degrees—a level even ordinary people could withstand.

Under normal circumstances, after today, all examinees would be facing a new life, heading off to distant places.

“You’ve got an idea too, haven’t you? I think we’re thinking the same thing,” Qin Gang said, understanding what Li Yi was about to say.

When Ruan Jiaojiao arrived, she was indeed exhausted, and there was also a hint of fear. In the end, she obediently lay on his back.

“It’s just a coincidence,” Yin Mengting replied. But in her heart, she wondered, could it be that the silver-browed old monk had foreseen that today I’d be stopped by the Golden Arhat Formation? Who exactly is he, to predict what’s yet to come? And what connection did we once share?

Ten figures sat cross-legged around the tomb monument, all raising their hands respectfully in front of them.

The next morning, Jiang Renguo still wore that same helpless expression from yesterday which had left Qin Zhao particularly at a loss. Perhaps it was because Zhang Xiaoyi was present that he didn’t show it quite so obviously.

Just imagine—a child barely in their teens, surrounded each day not by toys, but by guns and weapons.

The conversations among the eight hundred disciples gathered before the temple certainly didn’t delay the announcement of the New Earthly Profound Rankings.

Because in his mind, Jiang Mu was also someone who had violated taboos; words from his mouth might carry some weight. If he said that no one had ever succeeded in human refinement, then what exactly had he accomplished back then?

The three exchanged glances and boarded the carriage together. The driver, a rough man in his forties, cracked his whip, and the carriage slowly rolled out from Liuli Square.

Moving as swiftly as drifting clouds, he turned and left; subduing the Sky-Flipping Seal was merely a trifle for Lu Xin. What truly thrilled him was that, upon leaving this space, he was almost certain he could find the true body of the Martial Ancestor.

Watching this unfold, Master Gu was even more delighted. It wasn’t that he truly wished to drive Gu Lianqiao out—how could the princess of the Gu family ever lack for suitors?

He had once worked on Wall Street, after all, and was well accustomed to the ruthless faces of those titans of capital—“ruthless as wolves,” and not just a metaphor.

When someone entered the hall, everyone inside turned in unison to look at Wang Chen. Clearly, they were still in the early stages of curiosity about one another.

“Brother Yusheng, you’re new here and unfamiliar with the Western Regions. You’ve also saved our lives. Why not come rest at the Wu Martial Hall for now?” Wu Bin offered cordially.

Whether it was Sun Shian or Zhang Jiaqing, their actions were odd. It was as if a third party was manipulating them, lifting them from the depths and into view. Could it be Brother Hua?

“Heh, that’s for the best. Can you do custom orders here?” Zhang Yang smiled, lowering the other’s guard.

This was a more difficult form of the game—testing speed, vision, and accuracy. It was much harder than shooting at stationary targets.

The Great Yan soldiers hastened along the path opened by the Green Armor Army and gathered at the side of Zhang Zeduan, Prefect of Yanzhou.

But when she tried to resonate her internal spiritual power with the outside world, she found her once-brimming spiritual sea had returned to its original barren state, as if all her recent efforts had been nothing but a dream.

Sixth, the system operates according to its rules. As long as you don’t grant it authority beyond those rules, you’re safe.

“How are you feeling? Your foot doesn’t look swollen anymore—has it improved?” Ye Tian smiled and asked.

“You said before you’d cut my tendons, break my limbs, and let me die in endless despair, didn’t you?” Ye Tian asked coolly.

Gu Qingcheng stepped forward, instantly shielding Gu Jin behind her, arms spread wide to prevent anyone from approaching.

Behind her, Qin Xinyi let out a laugh. It was her first time seeing Su Yu act like this, like an overdramatic teenager.

As it happened, a Wang family servant saw Qi Shuo and Cheng Wenwen heading out and reported to Wang Shen. Xie Shiyu was complaining to Wang Shen about his father’s adopted son Qi Shuo at the time; as soon as he heard about Wang Shen’s childhood sweetheart, his interest was piqued.

It made her think again of that day—when a gentle hand pressed her head and a voice whispered, “Don’t be afraid,” like a celestial being.

After hearing the explanation, Qin Ming finally understood why Mo Wen treated Pei Zhi the way he did.

Mu Yu also laughed, uncertain what Prince Ji meant—had he summoned her just to give a few compliments? Surely he wasn’t that idle.

“Yes, I’m crazy. Gao Yuan isn’t, so go to him. Don’t ever expect me to help you with your studies again,” Gu Chenfeng shouted angrily as he stormed to the classroom door, hearing the fury in Xu Liuli’s words.

Despite everything, the similarities between the two were too many to ignore; Mu Yu recognized it almost at a glance.

If this state of mine is considered fine, then what exactly counts as trouble? Must I be completely destroyed for it to matter?

After crashing to the ground, Yang Lin spat blood, watching as Pei Yuanqing led the Golden Roc Cavalry into Ju County, his eyes filled with unwillingness. Soon, his life slipped away, and the warmth left his body until he was cold as ice.

Some personalities were squeezing out the space for others to exist—even seizing the very strength of their souls.

As a member of the imperial clan and a governor of a province, Liu Biao could not tolerate such actions from the Huang family and had already resolved to deal with them.

Inside the space of the Primal Heaven Pearl, the artifact spirit appeared, gazing at the battered, unconscious Lu Tianming, shaking his head in resignation. He produced a sixth-grade Nirvana Pill and gently placed it into his mouth.

Changsun Wuji stooped, holding a stack of memorials. He moved with a limp—the old ailment in his cold-stricken leg flaring up as the seasons changed. After massaging his leg, he bowed and performed a formal salute.

Qian Zhengying didn’t spare a glance, took the business card, rose to her feet, and strode straight out.