Chapter 374: The Boat Trial Ceremony—I

On the island of Dao in the Nine Mountains Realm, inside a classroom.

Eighty to ninety Nine Mountains cultivators sat inside, none speaking, only the rustling of turning paper.

Yan Wushuang sat beside the disciples of "Golden Core Engineering," her gaze pausing for a moment on the essay before her, her mind drifting blankly, then lifting to scan the classroom:

Ahead, Master Yuan propped his head in his hand.

Beside him, Lady Xuanhua scratched her head in agitation.

Around them, the Nine Mountains disciples

Using Yao Siqing's identity to see what fate befell Fu Lingya—this was Fu Yan'er's purpose for coming here today.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. The aircraft is taking off and may experience turbulence; please remain safe." A flight attendant's gentle voice echoed through the cabin.

It's not that I'm looking for trouble—it's that when I realized this thing wasn't just some doorframe at the entrance, I felt it was unusual. The part I'd already grasped sent a sensation through my palm telling me this object had no business being here.

If Fu Lingya had once harbored even a sliver of pity for Fu Yan'er, it had long since been worn away by Fu Yan'er's repeated betrayals.

"Your master occupies houses and land, yet no one dares utter a word of protest—he alone controls a city gate, disregarding imperial law. You soldiers are truly unreasonable!" Han Jinyong muttered with resentment, pointing at the soldiers.

Duan Jiaojiao gave me an exasperated glare but didn't hesitate—she sped off in her car straight to Victoria City, headquarters of Feifan Entertainment.

They were their own kind; though their faces were unrecognizable, they still recognized the distinctive features of the Turians.

I saw for an instant Yin Su's eyelid twitch slightly, her gaze flickering over me before settling again on Dongfang Ding.

"Alright, pick first. When you find a suitable spot, let me know. I'm off now—remember to come home for lunch at noon, the first house over there." Huang Yuan walked as he spoke to Lin Fei.

The assembled Collector fleet wasted no time, immediately forming ranks and advancing toward the T-shaped command vessel, destroying the transparent-brain warships along the way.

Though Boas's bluster irritated Li Wei slightly, Liverpool did not field their full starting lineup for the match against Tottenham Hotspur.

Bearing the same immense fate and responsibility, these beings appear the moment monsters emerge.

Xi Xichen roared back defiantly, yanking her nightgown over her body—the fabric torn violently from chest to liver. This violent brute.

Bentek was ecstatic after scoring—he even took off his shirt to celebrate, though it earned him a yellow card; he was too excited to care.

Zhao Zhijing smiled and said: "Lin Tianyao, don't you know? Practicing at night yields better results than daytime. I'm currently urging disciples to practice at night, but I've found they simply can't endure the hardship."

Tang Ye lowered his aura, satisfied, and walked over to look at the Sun Heart in Chi Feng's hand—it glowed like a blazing sun.

Viscount Bar was a place of neon lights and wine, a den of decadence, a favorite haunt of wealthy young masters.

"Pfft, if you'd just transform your so-called 'vast, lightning-fast true form'—the one you keep bragging about but have never shown me—right in front of me, it'd take less than a blink to scatter your leaves," the boy sneered.

Neither the southern Huo Huo Clan, former Star Clan, nor the western Xue Clan, which was stirring with ambition, had ever exerted such immense influence—even though both had grown powerful enough to directly confront a million-strong army of the Asura Realm.

Several elders leapt onto the Wind-Thunder Peng; under Jiang Dahai's control, its massive wings suddenly unfurled, gusts of wind roaring as the Wind-Thunder Peng flapped its wings and shot into the sky like a streak of light.

In the next instant, the old man's head suddenly flew skyward, while Chen Hao, stepping on Noah, appeared abruptly to the old man's left, eyes crimson, hands still raised with the withered bamboo sword, frozen mid-swing.

Ye Chu got out of the car, entered the teahouse, and was led by a server to sit at one of the tables. Perhaps she'd arrived too early—the Hengxing Teahouse was sparsely populated, with many empty seats.

Bai Fugui was utterly bewildered—in the blink of an eye, he'd gone from struggling to find a job to becoming a role model. It was too dramatic to believe.

—If you, Lu Suixin, are dissatisfied, come find me yourself. I'll show you exactly how I repay the betrayal you pulled behind my back.

"He killed Guan Jue with two punches. That human named Chen Fei must be at least top hundred on the Dengxuan List—possibly even top seventy." Though his words flattered the enemy, the confidence in his light chuckle was unmistakable to all.

The streets outside were nearly deserted; occasionally a gale would sweep up, sending leaves swirling through the air—but after the wind passed, not a single scrap remained on the ground. Utterly eerie.

The Great Qin State was founded on martial might; its city walls were towering and thick, impossible for ordinary people to scale. Faced with such a fortress, there was no choice but direct assault.

This town, long buried under a thousand years of desert sand, had been abandoned by its ruler. Before the Chu army withdrew, their commander devised an especially cruel plan: poisoning the wells. Within half a day, hundreds perished.

I led the three of them downstairs and met Liu Xin at the stairwell—he was just switching shifts, so he joined us, and our group of four headed straight for the Special Investigations Unit.

Empress Hui could win the trust of a monarch in his most suspicious old age—she must have been extraordinarily wise.

The truth proved that even the most skilled individuals, when overcome by emotion, can do irrational things.

There were only thirty or forty people total; besides three Golden Core cultivators, all the rest were Spirit Condensation.

Afterward, this young master can even bring you through the Rong family's main gate—then you'll understand: what's the Zhou family compared to us Rong? They're paupers.

The ideal place for a soul-body to recuperate was naturally the spiritual sea. After bringing Luo Yue's soul-body into his spiritual sea, Chang Ling even placed the fragmentary soul orb beside it.

Though slimmer, the younger sister was youthful and radiant, her features resembling her sister's but with more delicate charm.

She recalled again how she'd been beaten senseless by those humanoid statues in the Corpse Realm, mocked by Xinggui for her ignorance of formation arts.

Jones told Song Xinci everything he knew about the Poseidon series.

Wei Zhongxian glanced at Jiang Chao with a forced smile, as if to say: I'll remember you.

"Sister-in-law, the cook's braised pork is excellent—try some." Zhou Shi picked up a piece of meat and placed it in Wei Yun's bowl.

Due to its reputation, when news spread that the Eastern Ocean Fleet needed laborers, former Mingshan villagers who had previously been recruited to repair the harbor flooded back—even lowering their wages to join.

His voice dripped with killing intent. In the Great Zhou, it had always been Prince Ning who kidnapped and killed others—when had anyone dared, foolishly, to kidnap him?