Chapter 102: Teacher

Ten minutes later.

Facing the table piled with dishes, Chu Wange immediately reached out first, and Lin Mo followed right after.

They snatched a pig’s trotter, he grabbed a rib—eating so fast they looked like famine refugees.

Feng Shixiong, who had never seen such a scene, sat with chopsticks in hand, utterly at a loss where to begin.

After a moment, he set his chopsticks aside and decisively gave up trying to compete with the two.

A thousand city guards, led by Yu Ming, swiftly surrounded him, forming the central force.

“Fine, I’ll mobilize the nation’s grain reserves,” Lu Su finally made up his mind. Though last year’s harvest failed due to unfavorable heavenly timing, the old stockpiles still remained; all that was needed was to redirect the prepped grain from the Central Plains to Goryeo—nothing too complicated.

Beneath Tian’s massive shield lay six Golden Cores, larger than the three Lu Wu had reclaimed; these were the Golden Cores left behind by Lu Wu after slaying demons outside, too many for him to fully absorb, all gifted to Wu Zhang, hoping he might refine them later in his cultivation.

Lin Weiyin, chewing chocolate, like the others, eagerly anticipated the series of earth-shattering explosions when the shells landed—meaning countless monsters would be erased before even laying eyes on them, making the coming battle easier.

Hundreds of passionate boys, their energy matching Zhao Ritian’s—if you blinked for two seconds, they’d likely have shouted their way into a bear den to taunt the black bears.

Zhao Yun led a hundred cavalrymen forward with Zhang Chao, colliding with a group approaching from the opposite direction.

The duty Elder’s cultivation was merely Foundation Establishment Mid-stage, far below Zhou Zonghua’s Foundation Establishment Late-stage, with several layers separating them; further breakthroughs were already extremely difficult, so their status was incomparable.

“Aren’t there houses?” Shui Yiyi glared at Gu Huang, then suddenly realized—if Gu Huang slept in her courtyard, where would she sleep?

Long Tian and the other two exchanged glances, each seeing congratulations in the others’ eyes; having entered the Great Sage tier, they could now utterly crush the Azure Blood Emperor if they met again.

Thus, the boy was seriously considering whether to take Lin Weiyin with him when he left—after all, locals had no effective means to treat nuclear radiation, and he didn’t want to return someday to find his cheap little sister prematurely going bald.

“True enough!” Cheng Xiyun smiled faintly, forcing a grin—though inwardly, she was filled with deep unease.

Now that the entire blood pool has reached critical mass, it will become a place no one can cross.

After bidding farewell to Ba Bang, he retrieved his car, stopped by the mission zone to cancel his task, then drove back to his residence—but as He Yu stepped through the door, he felt dizzy and light-headed, collapsing straight to the ground amid Lu Lu’s startled cry.

The vice-chairmen chattered among themselves, knowing the Grand Chairman Jin Zongda had summoned them for help.

After touring the space with Long Fu, the group rested in the space’s house. Seeing Zhang Yu’s space with his own eyes, Long Fu felt deeply relieved—he knew that as long as this space existed, everyone could survive far better in this chaotic age.

Due to long-term “storage” of corpses, they easily decayed into “living dead”—in simple terms, undead beings.

“Why did you suddenly run off!” Xue Yue spurred her horse beside Bai Lei, looking up at Pang Tong seated above.

Even knowing the girl could never bear children, he still couldn’t bear to break them apart—but this time, it seemed the rift had arisen between them themselves.