Chapter 389: Recruitment Plan, Adulterated Dao Fruit

"You say you've cultivated some internal strength—if you can find a master, won't you become a immortal someday?"

Zhao's mother also saw this popular comment and suddenly asked.

No, Mom, didn't you just say studies come first?

A mother knows her son best; Zhao Yi said nothing, but his mother understood his thoughts and snorted, "You won't go to school just to practice martial arts—that's unacceptable."

Zhao's mother pointed at the screen: "Are these the same thing?"

Indeed.

Ji Yun arrived before the Shen residence, lifted the carriage curtain, and surveyed the entire compound under the bright daylight—the Shen family's fortune flowed normally, with no dark qi swirling; thus, Master Shen had likely not been controlled by any other dark arts beyond the poison or curse.

After speaking, he walked up to Luo Ta, crouched down, and reached out to touch Luo Ta's nose to show friendliness—but Luo Ta wasn't interested and wouldn't let him.

When he checked the top student handbook, it was already densely filled with the three characters "Nai Duo Na" written in every language.

At that moment, Du Ziyuan pulled out two panels, blocking most of the lampshade, leaving only a narrow strip visible—everyone immediately noticed the difference.

Pei Mingyang was curious about the other three, but since Du Ziyuan hadn't introduced them, he didn't ask.

Was the Crown Prince determined to stay in Dayi—even unwilling to let them attend his wedding banquet with Princess Zhao Ning?

Song Niang wrapped her cloak tightly, knelt down, bowed her head low, tears splashing on the ground; when asked, she answered not a word.

Chen Han was still listening to Zhou Youting speak; she had no knowledge of this subject and thus didn't understand much.

At the time, Sun Shengjia pulled her aside, standing in front of her; she heard gunshots but didn't know whether Sun Shengjia had been injured.

Indeed, things weren't as easy as Ye Zheng claimed—he wasn't drunk; he was injured, which was why he avoided her.

I thought about it—the most tempting things right now are those potions and that equipment; using those two as bait is best.

A wind blade appeared beneath our feet and immediately carried us racing forward.

Xiao Yue'er and Chang Hao leapt down without hesitation; those behind them, after brief hesitation, also jumped down—not because they feared death, for they had already prepared to die when following Qin Yang into this formation, but the scene before them was too eerie, making their hearts tremble.

Now it seemed clear that Tian Qiang had rushed in so urgently solely because he feared Zhou Ling's safety—so who was that third man who had been hiding in the shadows all along?

As for the tables lined up at the entrance, they were set out only at night; these were for guests to eat at—a trick Dong Jie came up with to earn more money.

"You—you how did you know?" Dong Jie wasn't foolish; her mind raced, suspicious of Huang Shengdi's sudden appearance.

An immortal battle beast suddenly appeared—a half-orc. I looked at him—he looked exactly like the Level 3 boss, except this was merely a spirit.

"Hmph, who says I can't hold my liquor? I'm drunk after a thousand cups." Saying this, he snatched the wine jug and poured himself a full cup. Feng Xiyi sighed helplessly—she had said the same thing back then.

"Good. I'm leaving now. These three disciples of the Demon Emperor's Gate are of great importance—I must take them before my master and see how he handles them." Before Gu Ming could react, he seized the three disciples and vanished on the spot.

Qin De was a great Confucian scholar, with countless writings; after Zhu Zhen regained the throne, the Hanlin Academy compiled a complete collection of Qin De's works, and Qin Yu specially sent a set via a cultivator from Xuan Gang Sect. Qin Yang had read all his father's writings—but not one mentioned the Art of Investigating Things.