Chapter 182

Ling Jianfeng's main hall exuded an imposing, solemn aura.

Situated at the heart of Qingshan Sect, it stood backed by a peak a thousand zhang tall and faced a chasm ten thousand zhang deep, surrounded by swirling mists, as if a celestial palace carved into heaven and earth.

Before the main hall lay a large training ground, saturated with sword intent and killing intent, the primary place where Jian Academy disciples practiced daily.

At this moment, the training ground before the main hall was surrounded by a crowd of onlookers.

When Lin Mo arrived at Ling Jianfeng, the crowd

Upon hearing Ye Chen reveal the truth, Dongfang Ziyan's heart churned with mixed emotions—relief on one hand, and deep concern for Ye Chen on the other, a bittersweet turmoil.

Strange, the elemental tide over there hasn't subsided yet, yet there should be some news by now.

A translucent, twisting tendril landed before Ivan; the Seven Gods' attacks surged forth but were all blocked by tendrils emerging from the void.

"Master, why did you strike me?" Lin Yongchun clutched his stinging cheek in shock.

Amid the overwhelming media coverage, Song Xing's heart finally settled—though sponsored by Wang Fu Group, the promotional focus was squarely on Zijin International.

He swallowed his farewell words, halted his subordinate's report, and instantly transformed from a drowsy man into a fierce warrior, his eagle-like eyes fixed unblinkingly on Lucien in silence.

Ye Chen reached out and flicked Chu Qianxue's forehead; he knew exactly what she was planning.

Yin Shu feigned a cough, and Shi Qin realized his mistake, his gaze darting away.

Thus, Gu Yangyang began her livestreaming career with trepidation, but whether due to luck or not, over this long period, she'd only encountered a few trolls at the start—each one immediately drowned in backlash from her other viewers, too terrified to speak again.

At that moment, the sound of car doors slamming echoed outside the villa, and Ye Tian nan entered with a grave expression, glancing at Miao Xin as if hesitating.

No one expected such a powerful Upper Realm warrior would know of them—and his first words were meant to comfort them. Even Lou Anqi, whose temperament was somewhat volatile, couldn't help but sigh in relief, moved by his words.

After all classmates arrived—about twenty people in total—nearly everyone came by car; the banquet hall was Datang Master, the best restaurant in the county.

As for Qian Jiangliu and Tian Zha, they remained silent; behind the crowd, Gao Yuxing dared not even meet Xiang Gangtian's gaze.

At that moment, Kuangdao Di Sanfeng, who had been watching silently, shook his head, his eyes flashing a hint of disdain toward Guo Rui and the others.

Yan Zhi smiled, patted my buttocks, and I shamefully bent over the desk; his large hand pressed over my mouth, dampened by my tears.

That thousand-year heart—Tong Tian didn't know what it was, but it must relate to the next quest; as for the final piece of golden equipment, just as Tong Tian was about to dump it into the system shop, the two characters after its name caught his attention.

But Shen Linfeng could fulfill every one of my wishes—his father was truly rich and gave him endless money; I felt Shen Linfeng had no clue what hardship ordinary people endured; to him, money was just a string of digits on a credit card.

Alright, I'll wait to see Ma Zhen's reaction. Honestly, I don't believe it—how could the leader of the Ma Xue branch in Shengyang City be so cowardly?

In their minds, if it were merely a human troop—even if every soldier was above Legendary rank—they needed no time-consuming War Gate summoning; their own guards alone could handle it with a little time.