81 The Endless Journey of Learning (18)

When it came to Zhou Jun, this fellow became evasive, his expression oddly contorted, his eyes darting here and there, leaving me utterly baffled. Chen Tianhong did not disturb this mysterious man in the black robe; he simply watched in silence, letting him sink into the torment of nightmare memories. Unnoticed, half an hour slipped by before the black-robed man gradually regained his composure.

“Ready,” Gaia, who controlled the Thunder Beast, said nervously, focusing all his attention on the creature’s every movement. Chen Yuyue’s worries extended far beyond this. Their identities were too peculiar; if Lei Peng were captured and revealed their origins, Chen Yuyue’s whereabouts would be laid bare under the very nose of the Celestial Zen Master, who had been fretting over how to find them.

As long as the demand was within their means, it was not unacceptable. The first item was an Abyssal Crystal, a type of spirit stone akin to Spirit Amber but of a much lower grade. Its starting bid was two hundred thousand, and a wealthy young heir took it home.

At that moment, Chen Tian’an and Chen Tianxin also came over. Chen Tian’an was clearly unfazed by the cold, while Chen Tianxin shivered uncontrollably. Chen Tian’an let out a whistle, and a sturdy, chestnut horse trotted over.

Naturally, other races had been assigned to different constellations, all for a single purpose—a coordinate.

Though the Jump Beetle stood several heads shorter than the Engineer, its reflexes were not slow. It flicked out two sharp claws from its back, blocking the onslaught of the falling bone spurs.

In theory, even if he didn’t say anything, the story would proceed along its original trajectory—he hardly needed to worry about it... Just like last time with the Weasel’s Mangekyō.

At first, everyone hesitated, but the thought of enduring hundreds more days of those nauseating nightmares sent a chill down every spine.

Liu Qing smiled, just about to speak, when Ye Tian’s phone rang urgently, cutting her off.

When Zhu Da and his companions settled in, the outside was still relatively quiet. But after dinner, as most people were resting, the commotion outside grew into a ruckus—cries, curses, and hysteria echoed endlessly into the night.

Kakashi sweated with embarrassment. Why bring this up again? Weren’t they discussing Asami Yubai? But his internal code of conduct was hard to change, so outwardly he could only feign agreement.

Zhu Da’s tone was not severe; threats of murder and annihilation were uttered as casually as family gossip. But the thugs knew Zhu Da’s reputation all too well, and the corpses of their companions before them left no doubt—none dared disobey. With forced smiles, they nodded and bowed, carrying the bodies away.

“Father had planned this all along? Was he preparing for a conflict with the Zheng family?” Zhu Da asked in surprise. When Qin Chuan set out for the imperial examinations, the Zheng family stronghold was still the most prosperous, and the old Inspector Zheng had always been lenient with Zhu Da. He hadn’t expected that Qin Chuan was already plotting at that time.

Beside them, Gao Santong was struck dumb with admiration for Ye Tian, his eyes shining with respect, feeling all the more that his earlier decision had been the right one.

“Foreign devil, stop right there!” Lei Dazhuang bellowed, unable to hold back any longer.

Kang Shaochong, chastised by the judge, sulked back into his seat, glaring furiously at Sima Qiqi.

Over time, love blossomed between the two, and their union bore fruit—a willful princess named Meng Yingqiang.

The Chen family of Suzhou was a renowned martial family in Jiangnan, always prizing their reputation. This time, Chen Fengshu and Liu Tianmei had come from afar to seek out the old man and his grandson, hoping to dissuade them from practicing summoning arts that might endanger the family’s standing in the martial world.

A blade of sword-light crashed from the sky, cleaving straight into the Blood-Eyed Beast’s neck, while a pale white radiance burst from within the creature, shooting outward.

This forced Yu Chaomu to let her mind wander—according to this timeline, Shen Lan was currently courting Yu Chaomu’s true self, and they were even preparing to marry.

Zhu Tingzhi, smiling, spoke to Chu Xuan while gently placing a piece on the chessboard. The two were engrossed in their match.

Sacred Island was ringed by mountains to the north and south, with a low-lying eastern region dotted with harbors, and in the center, apart from a few hills, lay mostly plains.

“Tch, gave me a fright.” Suddenly, a shadow flashed by. The adventurer was dragged into the grass, vanishing without a sound.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you going through my things!” Zhao Chen burst out in anger, flailing with both hands and feet.

Seeing his precious qilin child so badly hurt, Leng Xuanluo Xiu’s heart ached, and he abandoned all thoughts of fighting to the death.

Today, after all, Li Erlong’s true target was not them, but Liu Guangzheng.

“Congratulations to Wealthy Client No. 2001 for winning this Steyr tactical submachine gun at a price of 100 marks!” The auctioneer applauded enthusiastically. He had presided over countless auctions, but never before had he endured such suspense.

At times, hidden within brilliant swordplay were the most insidious fist and palm techniques—moves that could catch anyone off guard.

Of course, Li Xin would never stoop to such childish games in public. With a gentle “hmph,” she raised her chin like a proud swan, walked gracefully to the piano, and with composure introduced herself.