Chapter 152: 151

“Then just let it end… wouldn’t it be better to finish it all messily?”

Xia He felt immense pressure, so after work she sought out Fang Qingye to talk about it.

“How about it, senior? Why don’t you just give in to Director Liu?” Fang Qingye said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

“How could I ever do that?” Xia He shot her a disapproving look: “Even if Director Liu has it in for me and I might never get transferred, I’d never betray my conscience!”

“That’s the spirit! No wonder you’re my senior!” Fang Qingye gave a thumbs-up.

“Qingye, please don’t…”

This explanation might hold water, but Lü Zhi secretly felt the situation wasn’t that simple.

“How can you say such things, sir!” replied the estate owner, bowing respectfully, while Lan Jier and the other two also bowed in unison.

Then, one day, my phone suddenly got a single bar of signal—oh my god, it was such a relief. Immediately after, my phone started vibrating violently as if it were about to fall apart, flooding me with nearly fifty text messages and a flood of missed call alerts.

But hearing the words of the misty rain boy, the man who would become her husband in just three days spoke these words.

Wu Yu and his group accepted Dio’s invitation and arrived in this world, only to discover that this world’s trajectory was flawed.

The fate awaiting them there was worse than that of the lowest-class courtesans; at least courtesans might, with good fortune, escape their fate—but military prostitutes could never escape unless they died.

Everyone knew Mei Li had a bad habit: an excessive fondness for anime characters—and this habit had already caused a scene: before even fully entering the door, Jia Teng Hui had let out a piercing scream.

Although Cai Liu’s death had nothing to do with me, it tied a knot of resentment in Cai Jing’s heart. Given Cai Jing’s character, Le Tian couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t seek revenge; moreover, with so many descendants in the Cai family, being viewed as a thorn in their side by such a family was unbearable for anyone.

His room was entirely cold-toned, so chilling it felt like stepping into a frozen tomb that had endured for ten thousand years, making one’s heart tremble involuntarily.

“This name sounds elegant—what is it made of?” Nan Gong Yulan remarked approvingly.

Li Fengjue and Li Fengchen stared at Ye Shaochen’s familiar face, momentarily at a loss for words.

Wu Ye hadn’t lied—he’d said his name was Huang Wu Ye, every character identical—but none of them had thought to connect it to that possibility.

Though the dandy claimed the place was dangerous, he showed no concern and followed Huang Wu Ye inside.

After the first exam, many parents didn’t ask how their children had done; instead, they urged them to prepare well for the next subject.

Huang Wu Ye gripped the demonic sword tightly, a flash of cold light flickering in his eyes as he instantly launched an attack, slashing through the air with one swift stroke.

Yuan Yao kept watching En Sisi, noticing she remained silent, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowing.

The dean was now wholly focused on countering Si Yanmu’s moves, further bolstered by the strong support of three masters from the Upper Three Realms.

“The forbidden zone is extremely dangerous; opening it now would mean you couldn’t possibly return alive—wait a few more days!” came a hoarse voice.

Han Yingxue stood at a distance, listening to Mu Shi’s words. She sneered inwardly—this wasn’t about seeking a rational discussion; this was outright robbery.

One after another, beams of white light pierced the skulls of the inner-disciple students, directly striking their spiritual cores.

A few days passed; as they neared Fengzhou, still twenty li away, Zheng Ding pondered silently: tomorrow, upon reaching Fengzhou, though they’d use strategy to take it, if word leaked out and fighting broke out, his men would be exhausted and at a disadvantage. Seeing the dense forests and convenient water access, he immediately ordered the camp to be set up and granted an extra day of rest.

Thus, An Lingxi’s hand now held an additional large gift package. An Lingxi swallowed hard and quickly opened it.

“They’re still unconscious—let’s wait until they wake up before deciding anything.” Returning to the spot, Tie Mu Yun sat cross-legged, preparing to enter meditation, when a yawn sounded—it was Chen Feng waking up.

The three walked in silence for a while longer, and ahead, the space changed once more—no longer a valley, but a lush, dense forest.

Xiao Yue and Xiao Pang approached an inner-disciple elder, who handed them each a jade tablet etched with faint Dao lines, radiating a subtle Daoic resonance. Xiao Yue clasped it in his palm and felt a cool, soothing sensation.

The old man roared toward the sky, his aura surging violently; his skin grew smooth as he aged backward from old to young, then forward again from young to old, cycling endlessly.

When I pressed her for what she meant, she refused to say, repeating only that I should be careful.

Fire Cloud Daoist’s applause acted like a fuse, reigniting the crowd’s passion; the silence shattered as thunderous applause erupted throughout the arena.

Li Tianchi didn’t know the Mountain Crushing Rod had already burst out of the underground palace and was soaring higher—he merely wished to communicate with it; since it possessed consciousness, spiritual communication was profoundly mysterious.

Zhang Zhijie aimed to broaden the horizons of court officials, helping them understand the wider world and escape their narrow-minded, well-bounded perspectives.

Before the current head of the Tu Gong family, Tu Gong Yale, could speak, a crimson-red beam slammed into the spiritual beast Bai Rui, blasting it several rotations through the air and inflicting noticeable injuries.

From me, he saw a reflection of Ni Zhixin, recalling every moment they’d shared—and then he remembered Ni Zhixin had become a vegetable.

Lin Ke glanced briefly at the backpack; everything left inside was clearly valuable, including the boss’s drops, revealing another advantage of the Blue Rat.

Even if this place were a brothel, they’d likely turn a blind eye.

Fang Cheng’s ten ghost servants had all advanced to Ghost King Level Five—equivalent to mid-stage Nascent Soul—making his combat power unparalleled among Golden Core cultivators; even most Nascent Soul cultivators couldn’t match him, given the sheer volume of resources consumed.

It took a while for everyone to recover, gradually and one by one, with some even being dragged out of their damaged mechs from outside.

“Bad! These Jade-Faced Blood Bats can bite through my phantom body!” I cried out in shock—this was something I’d never encountered before.

A pale red glow, like gushing blood, enveloped the blade’s edge, crashing against the vines and steadily neutralizing the earth-yellow aura.

And one gains eligibility for free adult night school; if one graduates from night school—meaning recognizing ten Arabic numerals and over a hundred characters—one may take the Level Two Certification Exam.

He calmed his mind, closed his eyes slightly, then suddenly opened them and threw a punch. His speed and power reached perfect harmony, accompanied by a rushing wind, striking instantly at the Iron Wall Yanluo—but the moment his fist made contact, a powerful counterforce surged back toward him.