65 The Endless Journey of Learning (2)

The steward had barely stepped down and his seat had not even touched the floor when, unexpectedly, the contest ended. After a brief moment of astonishment, he had no choice but to return to the stage and announce Su Zheng as the victor.

“Demon lord?” Hearing the old man’s words, Xie Feng still felt puzzled. Why did this old man call that strikingly beautiful youth a demon lord? What secret lay behind this?

“Professor Huang, Professor He. Liying has arrived,” Liu Xianhua said, taking the luggage and warmly inviting them inside. Zhao Liying entered the courtyard, smiling as she greeted everyone.

Such was the current state of affairs among them. Feng’s strength waned with age, while the others were all making progress—some swiftly, others slowly.

She was Tie Xiangxue, the enigmatic figure universally acknowledged by all, and the disciple of the Sage Immortal Elder.

Looking at Dai Li’s expression, Qiu Xuan smiled helplessly, but said nothing more. “When you return, give my regards to your families. Stay at home for as long as you wish. When you feel the time is right, you can come back,” Qiu Xuan said.

His mother was particularly formidable; with just a few words, she could always soften his father’s anger.

When everyone arrived at the dining room, they found four dishes and a soup arranged on a high-end glass-engraved table, with a bottle of French dry red wine resting at an angle in an ice bucket.

Qin Muchen stood up and walked toward Su Nian’an. Drawing her into his arms, his slightly rough hand gently trailed down her back and finally rested on her waist, his lips brushing close to her ear.

Lin Yuming felt as though his strength had been completely drained, slumping back into his large office chair. Was it all over, the happiness of the past nothing but a fleeting dream?

Psyche had once tried to imitate those magic patterns, but could never succeed in drawing them. He had then consulted the ancient high sage of the Temple of Magic, and from that ancient and powerful being, Psyche had heard the very words Vasna spoke today: “wholeheartedness.”

“Did the Fairy Qingfan ask you to help her? Did she have you take the Fire Fairy away?” the black-robed elder’s voice grew colder.

In the past, Ji Ning had witnessed Lord Suofeng’s “Hundred Currents as One” scene, but compared to the manifestation of the “Way” of this crimson bird, it was a world apart. If Lord Suofeng’s scene was a river, then this crimson bird was a boundless ocean.

The martial artists at the peak of the Heavenly General stage chattered among themselves. Most were disciples of the Celestial Palace, with some from first-class forces of the King’s Domain. They had come not to watch others break through, but to use the Great Momentum Platform to break through themselves.

Of course, he had never looked down on anyone; otherwise, he would not have sought out Han Feng and befriended him. He simply could not fathom where Han Feng found the confidence to say he could defeat Lu Ming.

Swish! Swish! With his Windwing Evasion, Ji Ning moved like a phantom, curving in from the side to assault the black-robed man.

Condensing elemental energy was something only those at the seventh tier of the Heaven Surge realm could do, yet Fang Yun had achieved it at the third tier.

As if he hadn’t seen Nie Yun already awake, Ni Xu flicked his hand, and the black beetle’s screeching stopped. He gave a cold laugh.

A holy fortress advanced, flying forward. Ahead, countless insectoid soldiers and monster legions clashed fiercely. Though the fortress was the primary target, the enemy had no time to spare for it. As for the cannon fodder of the regular troops, the holy fortress could ignore them.

Yan Qingming’s eyes were full of doubt. The resonance between emperor’s legacies should not simply vanish. Even Dugulianyu had not severed the connection. Among the Holy Kings who entered with them, could anyone be stronger than Dugulianyu?

There was no surveillance; even if she insisted, without evidence, even if Rong Xun took no action, all the new recruits would blame her and Doudou.

Lin Xiu, who had taken special care with his appearance, gently knocked on the suite door until his knuckles ached, yet no one answered.

After Yuheng finished speaking, he drew from his breast a simple bronze mirror adorned with plum blossom embossing. Casting a spell upon it, a dim light shimmered across its surface, gradually revealing a redwood bed inlaid with plum blossom decorations.

More than a hundred Nether Wolves let out ear-splitting wails in unison, their bodies arching like shrimp as they clawed open their own throats, eyes bulging as they died.

“Old Hou, you don’t say! I heard the president already went to find that Ye Tian fellow so everyone could get to know him. Later, we can give him a try!” Fan Dongsheng chimed in.

The Lotus Root Sprite, whose food had just been tasted, gazed at Lan Qing with anticipation, while the others continued to praise themselves.

The two had not seen each other for some time; their longing burned within. Though it was already midnight when they entered the room, they felt no trace of sleepiness, and the moment the door closed, they could no longer restrain their passion.

A mere wedding was nothing to fret about; she could always flee and deny everything when the time came.

A ceaseless flow of energies—good and evil—poured forth. The chieftain of the natives extended his hand and tossed a stone into the formation before him.

Although he had not heard what Xue said to Bai through her voice transmission, he could guess she had given her some guidance.

At that moment, the royal coach was analyzing today’s match with the team members. Having taken down the formidable Source Team, the atmosphere was somewhat relaxed.

After closing his social feed, Lin Huang opened another platform called “Weibo” to check on the latest updates of those he followed. Suddenly, he stumbled upon “The Ugly Truth” once again.