Chapter 881: Elder Zheng

Two days from now will be the Array Discussion Assembly, the final session of the Dao Discussion Assembly.

During these two days, Old Master Xun didn't assign Mo Hua any array exercises, instead telling him to relax a bit.

After such a long period of array training, he's learned everything he needs to.

There's no need to strain yourself so tightly these past couple of days.

With free time on his hands, Mo Hua went to Gu's house to beg for meals.

It wasn't his idea to go—Xu Wanyi specifically invited him.

The dragon's tail essence merged into his blood, like ten thousand hectares of emerald flow suddenly bursting into a furious flood, like a million troops clashing on a battlefield that covered heaven and earth, blood surging like a raging torrent, violently churning, ceaselessly circulating, never halting.

But Wei Xian could say with certainty: accepting fate guarantees failure; refusing it still offers a sliver of chance to alter destiny, though the odds are low. Ordinary people all possess "Pin Guo"—this is the key to changing fate, also called "Miracle Encounter," and a Miracle Encounter is simply "Pin Guo" consumed to snatch a red packet.

But if Jin Huan Kong didn't come for the auction items, then why is he here? Could this old man have some other agenda?

Lighting a cigarette, Wei Xian let his mind wander: what does Inverse Source + Core Soul + Candle Heart equal? Inverse Source is actually a job title—Reborn is more accurate. No matter which future the Reborn comes from, he isn't a soul but a memory unit; memory units can leap through time and space via Soul Artifacts.

A To felt he must keep striving, to become worthy of Li Na, to give Li Na and Ai Li a better life, and not to betray the company that granted him this happiness.

At this time, Qin Junxi's cultivation had reached Soul Splitting; he could still use his internal energy to treat Qiao Xin's mother.

"Not yet! Since you're fine, go back—class is starting, the teacher's here!" Liang Hua smiled and walked back to his seat. Wang Bing said nothing, returning to his own seat to wait for class.

"Hey, Shuang Yang, you're incredible! You actually defeated an opponent with a higher Xuan Tower cultivation level!" Le Yi exclaimed excitedly.

And the one most deeply affected by this music was undoubtedly the performer herself—she gently bit her soft lips, closed her beautiful eyes tightly, as if pouring all her senses into that slender violin string.

Before Liu Rufeng's utterly astonished gaze, Yun Xiao stepped forward step by step, then slowly raised his right hand, the tip of his index finger touching Liu Rufeng's forehead.

My movement stopped, my heart tightened—could this really just be an illusion? I often do stupid things like this, assuming things without proof—could the Mo Clan be exploiting my psychology, making me waste effort?

Just then, recalling the past, she forgot she was perched on the tree—and immediately, Xia Qiqi met with misfortune.

Fu Xingyun visited three shops, bought ten bottles of Magic Spirit Pills, and only returned home after spending all his Magic Crystals. Cultivation is a bottomless pit—over seventy thousand Magic Crystals hadn't even warmed his hands before they were gone in an instant.

I held my breath, strained my ears to listen—and the more I listened, the more horrified I became; this sound seemed to come from beneath me.

That faint, almost imperceptible yet undeniably real sensation drifted gently into the brain's central nervous system, making one feel ethereally intoxicated.

Lu Da, who had been begging for death moments ago, instantly changed his demeanor, swinging his fist and smashing it into Wei Bin's face.

Xuan Yuan Che spoke, and after finishing, he blew a kiss toward Xia Qiqi, his expression suggestive.

Thus, her and Han Ran's mission became simply protecting Qing Mu—much easier than before.

Besides, Liu Baiye is still lying in bed—if we don't appease her today, she'll settle accounts with us later.

To be called an old brother by Hua Xia's legendary general—what exactly had my grandfather done back then?

After receiving approval, the receptionist led the Qin brothers and Luo Xinlin into the Dong Shi chairman's office.

Her feet rooted to the spot by the door. She held instant noodles and water in one hand, rubbed her eyes repeatedly with the other, then pinched herself hard. This wasn't a dream from sleep deprivation or a trick of the eyes.

As everyone knows, Ding Boyuan's "East China Market New Plan" attracted countless major corporations and conglomerates to join, and many authoritative figures once predicted: Ding's Fengjing Group would surpass Qin's Real Estate within two years.

"Should be enough." Lei Chen had no idea about its power and was too embarrassed to say so outright, so he gave a vague answer.

The man stared at the test tube where black and white liquids twisted together yet never merged, a flicker of excitement in his eyes.

"Huh? You've got something to say?" He'd assumed it was a fight, but now realized it was this—he slumped into his seat, disappointed, his tone turning cold.

Ji Zengsheng didn't finish his sentence, but the gloom in his eyes made everyone nearby shiver.

Funeral clothes? How did this funeral garment come to be? Was it truly man-made? If not man-made, then…? Gao Qing dared not think further—if it were truly that… wouldn't the legend be real? He'd heard that legend from his college roommate.

The mysterious man smiled warmly at the tense Qin Zhijian, his face beaming—but in Qin Zhijian's eyes, that smile was terrifying and chilling.

"I want to see if Jiangbei is truly worth my investment," the General Manager sneered. Did he really think he was that easy to trick?

The General Manager's brow instantly knotted. He'd been about to pick up the stack of papers, but upon hearing those words, he put his hand back down.