Chapter 455: Keep Moving Forward! Feng Geng

"Impressive!"

Lin Mo’s compliment was sincere.

After all, the three of them reached the forty-third floor because of their seamless coordination and a perfect class synergy.

Feng Geng reached the forty-ninth floor entirely on his own.

Clearly, his strength was terrifying.

Only now did Lin Mo fully realize the enormous gap between them and the true top masters on the Qilong List.

Shen Yuexi stared confidently at Cen Jia’an, raised her right hand, and made two light gestures toward Liu Qiu.

I originally thought it would be like in the movies—“USB drive,” “offline transaction,” “secret contact”—I’d already sat up and gotten ready to leave, but nothing happened.

He led a squad of guards, rode several horses to death along the way, and still arrived at Mu Chan’s side by the third night.

Chi Guozhu immediately demanded punishment for Cao He, showing not an ounce of respect; Cao Ranjing was the first to refuse.

Wu Guo shuddered, glanced sideways at Liu Zixuan, whose eyes glistened with tears, lips pouting as he lowered his head.

Not long after, Qin Xuezhen appeared on the street, dressed in a white robe and wearing a white veil.

One dungeon after another shifted, each scene making Yan Lei draw a sharp breath.

Mingjing knelt on the ground, clutching his chest, spitting blood nonstop, mixed with small fragments—likely pieces of internal organs.

Originally, those clan members who had survived fifteen years under the Pei family’s oppression were kept by Pei Xuanping right beside his cultivation chamber, under his very eyes.

Shen Yuexi gently stroked Liang Yuyu’s exposed skin; her warm palm made Liang Yuyu’s body feel pleasantly warm and comfortable.

"Hehe," Jiu'er grinned mischievously, her star-bright eyes fixed unwaveringly on him.

Ma Yunfeng and Gao Xiong were both at Bishui Yuntian; so was Xiao Qi, the one-eyed man; Zhao Xu, whose injuries hadn’t fully healed; and Li Yanli, whom I’d placed within Bishui Yuntian.

Shen Yueru looked tense, about to order immediate action, when chaotic footsteps sounded from outside.

If not for the slight increase in pressure, Sun Xiao might have thought he didn’t care at all.

"I’m full, Tang Zong, you guys eat slowly." Mu Mu stood and left; her heart was clenched tight, and as she shut the door, her gaze turned dark, fists clenched.

Yunxi instinctively turned to look at Mu Feichi, confused and slightly panicked, because neither of them looked like they were joking.

This was Lin Ling’s voice; she arrived only around eight at night. But unlike Yang Pipi, she had voluntarily requested to sleep here from now on, saying it was for convenience in caring for her “incapable” boyfriend, Zhou Xiaoshan.

Xia Zhi spoke sincerely, especially his eyes, which revealed genuine concern, deeply moving Shen Chunmei.

Sun Xiao looked at Xia Shiguang—he didn’t seem at all like the kind of person Qiao Xia described. She leaned over and nudged Liu Miao beside her.

Teacher Zhao froze for a moment, then smiled, quietly opened the door, and walked out.

After absorbing the story, Xia Liangyue wore a look of utter bewilderment, unable to comprehend the original host’s mindset. She was also furious at Shen Xubai’s forced spoilers—did she now have to follow the original plot just because she knew it?

Yu Jin had been chasing Shi Yi since falling off the mountain, with no time to recover; now, like Zhang Xiu, he was still at low health.

At that moment, Shi Yi stepped forward, opened her palm to reveal a black key, with a delicate red feather attached to the keyring.

He was still angry—Lu Yiming had just treated him like a child again. Though their relationship had improved considerably, they still fell back into their old pattern of resistance.

This enraged Song Beiyun so much he cursed loudly, writing a five-thousand-word letter to berate Zhao Xing, but Zhao Xing remained unmoved, simply abandoning the whole mess.