Chapter 860: Zheng Wei: My Spring Has Finally Arrived!

After Ruan Wan’s repeated attempts to dissuade her failed, Zheng Wei still mustered her own courage and went ahead, mentally recalling the methods she had seen in her dream for attracting Chen Xiaozheng.

Mm.

First, she appeared on the lawn outside the classroom building, striking various cute poses to draw attention.

When Chen Xiaozheng, during the exam, noticed her due to others’ reminders, she first winked and made faces, then suddenly vanished, slipped to beneath the windowsill, and suddenly popped up to give him an up-close, exaggerated wink.

She slept until she woke naturally; the next morning, when Li Lin awoke, he felt a lightness all over his body. Though his head still ached slightly, it was no longer significant, and he was noticeably more energetic. He was young to begin with, and with his body strengthened by the system, his recovery ability was naturally stronger than others’.

Tracking a Golden Immortal and a phoenix in secret, without needing to fight, was not a difficult task, so three Golden Immortals were sufficient.

Among his current friends, many knew Ling Se, and they could roughly be divided into two groups.

The howling winds around Ji Yang collided with the wind released by the Wind God, the two winds entwining like two wind dragons coiling around each other, forming a massive tornado.

Diana and Emily had never heard this name before, so they looked at each other, then shrugged.

The others were forgivable—after all, they were all girls—but when An Yilun also joined in, Xia You finally couldn’t help but complain.

Since Xia You doesn’t know how to swim and can’t teach me, isn’t it the same if I learn first and then teach him?

Ling Se’s tone was exceedingly gentle, her smile warm and kind, but to the ear, it felt like a freezing winter wind, giving the illusion of ice crystals forming deep in one’s bones.

But regardless of anything, the fact that I’ve now triggered this Peerless System is surely a good thing—though I don’t yet understand what those system prompts I’ve heard in my mind mean.

“Just tell me!” Liu Jia Ning said eagerly, certain the system spirit wouldn’t let her down.

Back when he was at Mount Tai Sect, he had sparred with others from the New Snow Mountain Villa, testing blades. All the outer disciples of the New Snow Mountain Villa trained in the same seventy-two blade techniques; everyone knew each other’s moves well. The fights were exciting, but never truly satisfying. This family grand competition, however, was completely different.

When Changsun Wu finished his pose and turned the corner, he finally saw the hostage, a rag stuffed in his mouth, crouched against the wall.

As long as he solidified control of his current jade mine, Song Yi would be rich enough. Larger territories often meant more trouble. Of course, if the chance arose, Song Yi had no objection to mining more raw jade stones—after all, who ever turned down good things?

Of course, directly confronting Qian Fugui was out of the question, but that didn’t mean the students feared him—he wasn’t even their assigned instructor, and college students still knew how to hint and insinuate.

Yuan Jie suddenly understood: these silver specks represented his abilities, stored as energy within his dantian. Also, did this crystal arc of light signify another ability?

Yu Xiaocheng saw the chaos outside the yamen and walked to the main hall’s entrance, glancing toward the ceremonial gate. Between the ceremonial gate and the outer gate, the longitudinal side rooms were filled with shadowy figures—everywhere were the guards of the Internal Security Department.

The crowd erupted like a disturbed hive, shouting and complaining for a while, then forced Li Qing to take back their money before gradually dispersing. Afterward, Li Qing recorded the workers’ hours and sent them home.

“Alright, I really was with Yu Fu last night,” I admitted openly. After all, there was no point hiding it—it couldn’t be hidden anyway.

The Red Flag troops charging forward heard this and burst into tears, their blood surging like boiling water. Gasping with emotion, they roared: “Brother, I’m sorry!” Then, gritting their teeth, they thrust their Mauser rifle bayonets straight into their comrade’s chest.