Chapter 148

The first day of February, I aim to write at least three hundred thousand words in twenty-eight days.

"Don't leave yet—I need to get this straight," Sui Benyou forcibly pinned Wu Di into the chair, then stood and walked out; the door slammed shut behind him, followed by the clink of a lock turning—no need to look, he was under house arrest.

Zhuo Junlin fell silent; if you say it's true, I believe it; if you say Junlin can rest easy, then I rest easy—this life, you can only be by my side, only by my side.

Hei Shan's aged face flushed crimson, his meridians bulging visibly beneath his skin, muscles swelling so violently he looked even more formidable than Lü Hui, yet he could not break free from Lü Hui's effortless grip.

"Pfft, you eat it yourself—I'm not touching this garbage food," Lu Chengfeng sneered.

But now, faced with the occasional strange glances around her, Cai Yan had no choice but to endure them in silence.

After leaving Liu Bei's tent, Gao Shun exhaled. He had achieved half his goal—hopefully the other half would go as smoothly as this.

Wu Chuang swallowed hard, yet firmly took a step forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with He Fang.

The final beam rifle was modeled after the standard armament of assault-type armed robots: capable of sustained beam fire; though weak in power, as a universal issue, it was incomparably superior to single-shot magic-crystal rifles—absolute dominance against enemy infantry.

Qingxiu City, Qingxiu Demon King and his close friend both wore troubled expressions, anxious over the coming battle.

"Let's go see Mayor Zhu Baoguo first—get the soldiers some proper rest," Zhuo Junlin led the way, riding ahead on horseback.

"The Wu Hou lineage practices Qimen Dunjia and cultivates Daoist nourishing qi—I recall a Zhuge Wentian from a hundred years ago; he should be your elder, right?" Jin Lao turned to Zhuge Xiangfeng.

"Boss, did you do this?" He Bin's voice was weak; his condition hadn't improved after so long.

The light shifted again, turning the scene a dull red under the glow of lava; for some reason, this oppressive light now seemed utterly adorable to Cang Sheng's eyes.

She laid out each item she had bought, and when she reached that dress… Gu Jiujiu's face flushed slightly.

"Customers who break the rules here—do I need to teach you how to behave?" Song Yuyan said to the manager.

The Seven-Star Emperor's Island Treasure Conclave gradually faded from public view as various factions departed.

Jiang Ruan stepped forward expressionlessly and slashed a camouflaged cut across Wang Zhong's throat, showing no mercy.

Zhan Tian initially used his physical advantage to ambush and kill five, severely wounding three; but the remaining twenty-nine elites grew cautious, avoiding close combat. Zhan Tian wielded a picked-up greatsword to fend them off, yet he had no intention of continuing this way.

Half-asleep, he kept sensing intermittent laughter, and someone touching him.

He walked toward the next stone door; inside were more weapons, mostly armor—over two thousand five hundred pieces of Tian-level late-stage armor, including fifty pieces of Sheng-level mid-stage armor, breastplates, and undergarments.

"Oh god, if this keeps up, I might have to give up!" Arnold groaned. Their rations were nearly gone; if they didn't find supplies soon, they'd starve to death.

"I don't mind, but I'm worried about your health, Sister!" Yang Sanyang stared at Dao Yuan, emaciated to skin and bone, her skin as dark as coal—she looked even more monkey-like than he did.

"Of course I'm in pain! My head's killing me! I'm going to die! Waaah!" The dragon wept, her face twisted with a human-like expression of grievance.

"How am I alive again?" Zang Yun thought—but when he tried to counterattack Wang Long, his body was too weak to even lift his hand.

"Erzi, I haven't heard from you in months—I thought you were gone," Guo Da said.

Class teacher Old Liu greatly approved of Wang Long's attitude and gave him an encouraging nod.

Qi Yun's eyes flashed sharply; his steel blade drew, three energy points flared along its edge, his entire bloodline erupted, and he slashed horizontally in one blow.

Mu Wan didn't know the relationship between Mo Ting and Mi Xue, but seeing Mo Ting hurt Meng Xiaoxiao for Mi Xue's sake, she was already furious.

Wang Qingshan had reached the peak of the Demon Immortal realm; though he seemed but one step from the Dao realm, he still needed immense fortune to truly ascend.

This place is guarded by a great array; even Hou Tu, the Venerable Spirit, would find it difficult to perceive fine movements here.

Looking at Chu Ci, whose aura was in chaotic disarray before her, Xue Shiqing said casually, "You're quite good—you managed to block my casual strike. But my next one will kill you for sure. You'll never understand the gap between peak Tribulation stage and peak Ascension stage." Her voice dripped with absolute confidence.

Her slender fingers were wrapped in his large palm, soft as boneless silk. An odd sensation surged through him, like an electric shock—his whole body went numb, and he swayed unsteadily against the wall.

According to Li Hongzhang, I could easily use this opportunity to bring all the overseas students under my wing—just an imperial decree and a few rewards.

Seeing Li Pinghai suddenly stop, Gou Sheng sensed his chance; his left and right hands moved simultaneously, conjuring two spiritual energy orbs—one yin, one yang—that flew forward and backward toward Li Pinghai.

With a wet pop, the ox head burst like a balloon, collapsing to the ground. Yuan Sanye dared to reach out and touch it—only a thin layer of hide remained, soft to the touch. Good hide, she thought.

With this mindset, Yi Lian grew increasingly relaxed, while the dragon began to falter; it had been imprisoned for over a century, its cultivation drained by half, and it had just expended vast spiritual power to escape the Dragon Shackling Pool before Yi Lian broke it—now it was slowly running out of strength.

Yue Fei's gaze turned icy as he charged toward Zhang Jiao. Seeing the nearly invincible Yue Fei, Zhang Jiao's eyes darkened, his lips murmuring what sounded like a spell.