Chapter 112: I

The next day.

Cao Sheng was in class at school; the teacher lectured from the podium, and Cao Sheng sat as usual in the back row by the window.

But today, on his right by the window sat Ren Xueyi.

Ren Xueyi was not his classmate; before class, she suddenly came and sat beside him. Cao Sheng was surprised and asked why she was here.

She said she was auditing the class.

Alright! Auditing classes was normal in university. Cao Sheng nodded and said nothing more.

An Bo heard this and his eyes flickered with a hint of gloom. Now was precisely the time to return, yet his leg was injured. Would he really miss all recent activities and performances?

Back online, Chen Yi upgraded Glorious Light but did not upgrade shoes; instead, he added a Burning Gem. Now the cooldown reduction for the Headless Horseman reached twenty-five percent: Glacier Armor and Burning Gem each provided ten percent cooldown reduction, plus four points of Arcane from his talent page, totaling twenty-five percent.

Yang Sen was gasping from suffocation, yet he was stunned by Chen Yi's ferocity. When their gazes met, he saw something only a man could understand: determination, and reckless courage.

The Advancement Faction's principle was to concentrate all resources into cultivating one supreme powerhouse — this was a colossal gamble. Thus, personnel selection was truly "meticulous."

The more he looked, the more his heart pounded; by the time they reached the innermost chamber, everyone had grown numb, still unsure why Ai Feng had brought them here.

Ye Zheng's appearance at this moment was genuinely eerie, startling even the Nine-Headed Dragon. But beyond that, the Nine-Headed Dragon paid no mind. Eerie appearance meant nothing — in its eyes, only strength mattered.

Sima Lingfeng watched as Ai Feng had just seemed moved, yet turned around and returned to normal. He immediately realized Ai Feng wanted more, and opened his mouth — only to be stopped by Ai Feng.

Xue'er understood Bai Bing's thoughts, so her tone held only pity, no blame. In fact, she could not even bring herself to stop her.

It was not unbearable pain, but in Chu Yun's subsequent attacks, the Hundred-Faced Lord sensed the danger of his own demise.

As if sensing the Thousandleaf City Lord's distress, the Chief Steward resting in the corner finally caught his breath, casting a resentful glance at several elite warriors of the War Dragon Legion.

About two hundred meters from the Yin family's main gate, a car covered in a thin layer of dust pulled over. The door opened, and Su Chengji was thrown out.

Everyone stared at Prince Xuan. Clearly, Wu Ding's son had not yet been born; if Wu Ding died immediately, Prince Xuan would be the sole heir to the throne.

Now the brothers had pressed forward. After catching his breath, the big dog removed a grenade from his belt, pulled the pin, and hurled it straight out.

"Young Master Shen, if I have offended you in any way, I humbly beg your forgiveness." Yan Yu straightened his waist, bowed to Shen Ling, and spoke with great formality.

After speaking, Song Yazhu moved to snatch the phone from Zhang Jiaze's hand. But their arm lengths differed greatly; Zhang Jiaze easily dodged away.

Sakai Mai was right — there must be a ghost unit lurking nearby; otherwise, a ghost knight with intelligence could never have appeared.

Yin Huaiyu listened, his nose tingled with acidity. He sat in silence and quietly continued packing his belongings.

Their gazes met — in that moment… a profound, ocean-to-mountain sorrow emptied everything around them.

Among these men were some county guard soldiers who, brandishing long spears and shouting loudly to steel their courage, charged forward. Seeing others lead the way, the new recruits also screamed and rushed toward the bandits.

Just as she closed her eyes, she suddenly heard a terrifying howl — she snapped them open at once and saw, not far off, a monstrous creature baring its fangs and glaring fiercely at the two — yet, fearing the firelight, it dared not advance.