Chapter 116: The Good Jade List! Challenging the Dao Yuan Cultivators!

“Two new faces again…”

Shan Er-san looked at the prompt on his panel and turned to ask:

“Lin Mo, are these from your cohort?”

That’s right, they’re former losers… Lin Mo nodded, and Shan Er-san couldn’t help sighing:

“Your cohort is truly formidable—no wonder it’s called the most prestigious in a decade. Only this long, and already three have made the Good Jade List!”

The clerk beside him also nodded and said:

Before four in the afternoon, Kelson knocked on Lin Ran’s door to remind him it was time to leave.

He tossed a dozen bundles of dry firewood into Yan’s backyard, then hurled in the prepped torches; soon, thick smoke rolled and flames roared skyward from the Yan estate’s rear yard.

Of course, the main reason they didn’t rush forward was that most here had personally experienced the last battle—they knew charging was pointless. Half of them had only recently had their teeth replaced, and by medical advice, they were unfit to fight this man again.

He also learned a clue: Eighteen-Niang married the Tiger and Leopard only because her family needed money—to pay for her parents’ treatment—and she resorted to this desperate measure. Her married life had been bearable. This revelation shocked Tang Long: even Eighteen-Niang had been forced into marriage with the Tiger and Leopard.

Some had even witnessed how many monsters, upon reaching the edge of the “Cursed Land,” were swallowed by the miasma without a cry, vanishing without a trace.

Shi Feng’s expression changed sharply—he had come to Si Guo Cliff to kill Zhang Liang to silence him. Now that the man had guessed some secrets of the black stone bead, he could no longer be left alive.

Even within the company, launching a new brand involved competition: an internal design contest was launched, inviting submissions from all employees and external jewelry design enthusiasts. Song Shanshan, as a rising designer, gave it her all.

Now, working for the Feng family means you can eat your fill—but what then, when the work is done?

Lingkong Yu roared, leapt into the air, and slashed his right foot like a blade toward the Neck of the Thorn Demon Chief.

Song Jiu sat across from her, listening to the incomprehensible language. At first bewildered, he soon calmed; during her pauses, he would speak a few words himself. When he spoke, Natalia would stop, tilt her head, her gaze half-understanding yet intensely attentive.

Gui Die didn’t know how she’d finally fallen asleep—or if she’d slept at all. Either way, when she woke, everything outside was blindingly bright.

But Cang Jiuyao did not answer. She turned her gaze elsewhere, studying the surrounding terrain.

It was like how, before surgery, relatives fear the doctor won’t try hard, so they slip a red envelope first. Shu Dan feared she herself wouldn’t give her all—even though she was close to Nannan, she still felt uncertain inside.

As the disciples chattered among themselves, Huang Junhao’s icy gaze locked onto Wang Ying, watching him inch closer to the Tai Xuan Sword, his heart heavy with bitterness.

“I wonder who chose the location—why pick Ren Xiaoxiao’s residence? Will Ren Xiaoxiao show up today?” Cang Jiuyao asked Yue Junzheng.

“Disgusting!” Zhang Chuchen retracted her hairpin and struck Chang Gexing’s chest. Chang Gexing stumbled backward several steps before barely steadying himself. Fortunately, Zhang Chuchen held back her force—aside from a dull ache in his chest, he suffered no injury.

The Ninth Prince, though capable of ruling as Guardian King, will cause Fengxi Kingdom to collapse after his death.

Chang Gexing stepped behind Chen Xuanhua, who subtly turned his body to block Chang Gexing’s view, preventing him from saying anything further.

“So that’s it—thank you, Uncle.” Li Yi was ecstatic—he’d finally found a powerful combat technique. Now, his chances in the Town-Wide Competition looked far brighter.