Chapter 191: Chu Wan Ge Faces Crisis! Soul-Devouring Vine Seed! (Request Subscription)

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~!"

Countless exam papers floated in midair, and the Fire-Hair Junior Acolyte used his hair to grade them; every correct answer received a circle marked in fire.

As the circles on the papers multiplied, their scores kept climbing higher.

After half a watch, the papers covered in circles were laid out on the table.

The exam topics were numerous: Yin-Yang and Five Elements theory, Zang-Fu and Meridian theory, one thousand and eight medicinal herbs.

Moreover, Fatty had made progress in Qi Refining; the Eightfold Golden Body was a Buddhist divine art, requiring only a small amount of spiritual energy to activate, and upon reaching the Cave Spirit realm, he had also mastered the first layer of the Eightfold Golden Body.

Seeing Li Yanran's casual gesture, Cheng Shuai was momentarily stunned; though he knew these people were acquainted with Chen Xin, he hadn't expected their bond to be so close—but this actually gave him more reassurance, as it confirmed his identity.

Unlike the ten-thousandfold gap between ordinary client levels, the asset disparity among star clients was dramatically greater; for Xiantian at this point, advancing from "Half-Star Client" to "One-Star Client" was nearly an impossible task.

The outcome was decided; all spectators burst into enthusiastic applause—not only for Fan Yu, but also for Yale Sen, for a thrilling duel required a worthy opponent.

A low voice suddenly emerged from the spire-like stone structure; upon hearing it, the Beast Spirit King instantly lowered his head, yet his massive body continued to tremble uncontrollably.

"Uncle Zuo, if there's nothing else, can I go now? Call me when you need me for a mission? It's only six or seven in the morning—you dragged me all the way over here—look at my dark circles!" I said with a smile.

After lighting a bonfire, Nan Feng went outside to relieve himself; Fatty followed him, grimacing in obvious pain as he did so.

Over countless eons, not even members of the Ice Clan themselves had ever left a mark on the very peak of the Ice Pillar—not even Nanlan Feixue, whose extraordinary talent had earned praise even from their revered elder Jiang Wuya, and whom they would have paid any price to obtain.

As I spoke, I suddenly slammed on the brakes, but the car still crashed uncontrollably into an old man.

Lin Yong gritted his teeth and kicked his feet backward toward Ivan! But his hands were restrained; the kick halted halfway and was yanked back to the ground.

"I know…" Tie Mian quietly fiddled with the pistol in his hand, replying casually.

These words pierced Liliya deeply; her eyes turned red. After a long silence, after long contemplation, countless words swelled in her heart, yet none could be spoken to the man before her.

At the same time, Zhan Zhaohua's Beacon Slash struck fiercely in that direction, while Lan Yun dealt with anyone approaching.

Chen Tian's eyes widened—he couldn't believe these words had come from the mouth of a once-great emperor! Do less talking and just act? What kind of logic is that?

After holding out for ten days, Weiban Qu and Luo Yantai were both worn down; both sides fought back and forth at the Rubin Mechanical Arms Factory, and Luo Yantai's position was now firmly entrenched.

"How about calling it the Harem?" Liu Rui sneered, finally offering a name that sounded halfway decent.

"I spoke out of turn, my Lord, please forgive me. I'll drink this cup of wine as an apology." Pipa poured herself a cup and drained it in one gulp, tilting the cup halfway toward Han Zeng; Han Zeng likewise drank his own cup dry.

After a day of thought, when Lan Yun returned, He Lang shared his observations with him.

Seeing the gatekeeper's disappointed gaze, I felt awkward—it was, after all, a sentiment they held toward me.

That smile made Jing Cheng see Dai Jin again—the long-lost Dai Jin; even beside the breathtaking Wanwan, that smile made Jing Cheng feel the whole room had brightened.