Chapter 187: The Battle for the Third-Generation Champion of Jian Academy

Behind him, Mu Kongqing, hearing the exchange between Lin Mo and He Fei, showed a hint of satisfaction on his face.

Compared to Lin Mo's talent, he valued even more Lin Mo's "emotional intelligence."

As Lin Mo said, with Jian Academy's "rapid expansion" over these past years, its disciples had become a mixed lot.

Many sword attendants lacked the true strength of pure sword cultivators but had caught the "disease" of pure sword cultivators.

What was this, imitating ancient cultivators, always challenging others to sword duels and debating the Dao?

Back in the village, the two went straight to the distillery. At the gate, they saw Wang Dali and his son walking out.

At this moment, Wan Hulin seemed yet to complete his final transformation; after blasting the Bodhi tree away, he had not moved since.

Zhang Yi was startled by the soldier who entered; the soldier wore Qing military attire and carried a waist saber. Fuck, had he been rescued by some film crew?

He extended his spiritual sense—the divine sword, though ownerless, was a primordial artifact and refused to be controlled; it flashed aside, evading Yuan Chengtian. Yuan Chengtian did not force it, and instead grew even more pleased.

Zhang Xiaohuai found this summons utterly baffling: the nationwide conference was about to begin; at this time, the President, Premier, and Chief of Staff should all be swamped with work—why summon him now?

At his cultivation level, he had long since mastered embryonic breathing to nourish his body with spiritual energy; skipping meals or water made no difference, so a single seclusion could easily last three months without exaggeration.

The white ape was extremely agile; as the two macaques panicked in midair, it extended its long arms, kicked with its feet in rapid succession, broke free from their grips, and retreated dozens of zhang away in one swift motion.

The beast's attack was not avoided by fleeing skyward; waves surged, rising a dozen zhang high, and suddenly a beast leapt from the water wall, standing upright in midair, its hoof aimed to crush Mi Shixian.

Hooge found Harrison's words hard to believe, for he knew their President, while competent, sometimes acted and spoke in ways that were frankly unreliable—in other words, occasionally acted like an idiot—so he was eager to know what had actually happened.

But there, the orb halted again; a perfect body was within reach, yet the orb buzzed frantically, unable to draw any closer.

Although this space appeared to belong to her for now, she still approached its contents with cautious experimentation.

The paper used by villagers outside the capital city was still the coarse straw-and-bamboo-pulp paper made previously.

Behind her came a loud bang on the door; she turned to see her rushing down the stairs. I snapped out of my thoughts, looked out the window again—no anomaly—and felt deeply puzzled, only straightening my clothes and chasing after her.

After all, he was personally selected by the senior brother; the problem might lie in the dark path cultivators' treacherous nature, their fondness for ambushes.

But after sending the message, it vanished into silence; by midnight, the other side still had not replied.

Li Zhaoxiong wore a formal black suit, solemn and dignified, yet his deep, almond-shaped eyes added a touch of menace.

But in truth, his mind had already drifted far away, endlessly pondering the mysteries of the Light Cult.

"What's this nonsense?" Qin Laofuren blinked, unsure where Sinanzhi had picked up such rumors—but Sinanzhi had seen modern scumbags' PUA tactics and wasn't fooled by her tricks.

Though I didn't use much force just now, I'm a sixth-rank martialist; even a light push carries at least two hundred jin of force.

"So you still choose to believe this bitch? Have you thought about the consequences?" The guinea pig's eyes glowed with murderous intent as his hand reached behind his back.