Chapter 97: Challenge After Challenge Arrive! He Chen: Who Else?

He Chen went home for lunch at noon.

After eating, he practiced cultivation and took a midday nap.

In the afternoon, he returned to school for class.

As soon as he entered the classroom, he sensed strange glances from everyone; when he sat down, his desk mate Du Tiantian immediately warned: “The news has spread—Jiang Tianhao already came looking for you to challenge you.”

“Is that so?” He Chen smiled faintly, not at all surprised.

His gossip always spreads fast.

Not to mention this likely involved more than just that.

His spiritual sense swept across; before Qingshen and the other, a dense swarm of bloodthirsty rats attacked them in relentless waves.

When the rooster crowed at dawn, Aolan climbed again to the castle’s peak; the rising sun and the cool wind blowing from afar filled his heart with ease.

When He Lan Yue walked over, she saw the village head staring in deep distress at the scattered corn on the ground, not even noticing her approach.

“Yes, yes, I understand, Sister Meilan,” Pei Xiuxiu said after listening to Zhang Meilan’s analysis, fully agreeing.

Humans left the great tree, the vast earth, the towering mountains, the boundless forests, and the distant beaches.

While the two chatted, a “operation” targeting Ning Kuan and Xu Heng’s associates was quietly unfolding in Southeast Asia—the lead man unmistakably the same one who had spoken with Jimmy inside the bar last time.

Ye Tian frowned; yes, this You Ji had dwelled aboard the Ghost Ship, drifting through the Ghost Sea for countless years, and must be well-acquainted with every dangerous creature within it.

Song Huaijin and the others, just arriving at the Gate of the Duke of Ying, were startled by the sound; Song Huaijin’s face turned icy, he cracked his whip hard, and spurred his horse straight toward the source.

The streets of Longcheng were beautiful: trees along the road thrived lush and green, the air carried the scent of grass, making one feel the whole world was utterly comfortable; Ning Yi thought such an environment was simply perfect—in this setting, even an ordinary person could find great satisfaction.

But his injuries were too severe; any movement sent pain through his entire body—rest? He couldn’t even enter that state.

Some people couldn’t help secretly feel relieved—they hadn’t been foolish enough to go, or it would have truly been trouble.

At this point, Ling Xu had reached the marketplace; after asking around, he learned the exact location. He gathered all his spirit stones, altered his appearance, and only then set off with peace of mind.

Jiang Chen slowly passed through the gates of the Lost City; time had not erased the trident marks on the buildings.

The Holy Infant Princess uttered a sharp command; the Wild Flame Divine Knife instantly transformed into a massive blaze of fire, soaring through the air to strike down hard upon the Giant Long Bo’s palm.

The big Han man also grew puzzled; after a moment of silence, he said: “Alright then, I’ll go ask that policeman again tomorrow.” As he spoke, the knife in his hand moved again—this time, not toward Lin Yi’s groin, but his neck.

No matter what, at my level, I shouldn’t keep stumbling blindly forward—otherwise, it would be terribly tragic. So they began again, their expressions filled with despair; to the zombies, please stop this nonsense once and for all.

Just as Ling Xu was at a loss, a streak of fire flew in through the door and halted before him. At first, Ling Xu was genuinely startled, but then he remembered the message talisman—his heart leapt with joy.

Ling Xu was confused, but since Huang Song called him a genius, perhaps he could now train properly. At this moment, Ling Xu was daydreaming.

Sheng Qi, though he looked down on Ying Shen, never lowered his guard; his right hand had already drawn the Great Que.

Lin Xu saw that Ying Shen had no intention of explaining; he knew this Young Master Shen didn’t wish to elaborate further on the matter.

The beach had regained its smooth, clean surface; the golden, soft sand gleamed like a polished copper plate under the sun.