Chapter 740: Perfect Disguise and Rising Suspicion

After receiving the principal's call, Niu Dezhì, who was already anxious, grew even more tense and prepared for the worst.

As the founder of Daoism, having witnessed Xing Jie's many opportunities, it was relatively easy for him to understand the Sacred Tree's function.

The only thing they now feared was that if fighting broke out on the other side's territory, it would be no different from declaring war—how would their own country handle this? Would they abandon them due to international pressure?

All manner of weapons floated in the air, emitting colored lights that tightly encircled the surroundings, leaving only a single path open for passage.

Meanwhile, Yang Guangdong was puzzled—his first opponent had not appeared, leaving him somewhat disappointed. He had heard the man was one of this year's dark horses; if he could defeat him, his reputation would immediately soar, and perhaps even catch the eye of a major sect.

Zhengcheng Road was the most famous pedestrian street in Shikun City, its bustling crowds and diverse shops making it exceptionally lively.

Ji Tianci quickly circled to a deserted corner, leapt into the air, and flew higher to chase after the Boeing 747. Soon after, he saw two F-15 fighters also pursuing the 747, confirming his suspicion: Xiao Ming had hijacked the plane.

When Yan Mufeng made another jump shot, he immediately called a timeout, even though the game had only just passed two minutes.

Afterward, I was solely focused on revenge, yet my cultivation was far below my husband's. In grief, I recalled an ancient forbidden technique and began cultivating the Earth Soul, preparing to reclaim my husband once the skill was complete. But Chu Wang's strength far surpassed mine—I fear I will never achieve revenge in this lifetime.

Zhao Jingyun dragged the two to a slope and hid in a depression, revealing only three pairs of eyes as they observed the entire slope.

Mo Tian'ge and Nie Wushang both nodded. A person with autonomous consciousness and a puppet are naturally different in power—this was obvious.

Si Xu gazed at Denise with a look of deep despair, which under normal circumstances might have been touching—but the two trails of blood beneath his nose ruined the effect, making him seem almost comical.

She was too busy covering her mouth and giggling foolishly to notice the figure ahead, strolling leisurely as if admiring the scenery.

At Liu Qian's cultivation level, one could fully supply bodily needs with one's own spiritual energy. Food intake was no longer a necessity, merely a pursuit of pleasure.

After waiting a while, Liu Qian grew bored and had another idea—he had achieved considerable mastery in illusion arts. Using illusion to select a virtual body for himself was certainly possible.

"Don't get too excited yet—wait until you pass the exam to celebrate. Besides, are you satisfied just being a scholar? There's still the provincial graduate, the metropolitan graduate—maybe even an official post! When the Emperor grants you a title of honor, then you can truly rejoice." Qiao Zhen smiled broadly.

The wet nurse forced out a smile uglier than crying; Wang Shi found it irritating and waved her away.

"What is it?" Chen Xuanyu rose from bed, pulling on his robe. His voice was low—he didn't want to wake Qiao Zhen, who was utterly exhausted, and he felt pity for her.

Yao Shi heard her words and saw her expression—it felt like an indirect accusation that she and Xing Ge had cruelly ruined Zhang Shu's life. Though the implication was deeply unpleasant, since it wasn't stated outright, she didn't wish to create new conflict over this, so she merely lowered her eyes and sipped tea, pretending not to hear.

But what I don't understand is, why is his brother the complete opposite? How could brothers with the same blood have such different appearances and personalities? Could they have different mothers? I'll have to ask about it someday.

When the two of them stepped outside, the "jellyfish" followed, launching frenzied attacks on others.

She was quietly, gently, smilingly gazing at him—toward the side hall behind him. Zhao Chu didn't need to turn around; he knew she was looking at the room where the child lay.

"You—you don't know that Granny Sun upstairs died last year?!" Su Jianren said, teeth clenched, voice trembling.

This battle against the Parisian Endtime Hive was a full-scale offensive against the Endtime insect race; if successful, Europe would restore its former glory and launch a large-scale war against Endtime creatures, gradually reclaiming every lost territory.

"Ker Carter, you were once Aurocia's bodyguard—do you know how strong she was?" Ye Huan asked the masked man beside him suddenly.

It was a pity—those ten thousand summoning points yielded not even a single Immortal-tier warrior, Luo Fang thought with helplessness.

Given the insane nature of the Infinite Blade's upgrade ability, this Death Cap of the World Destroyer must also be upgradable! I must secure this cap at all costs—Lin Fei's storage space held less than one hundred million gold coins, but he still had over a thousand fake diamond rings and necklaces, which could be used for payment.

In his gaze, Lu Ke'er's fingers trembled slightly on the zither, and her exquisitely beautiful face flushed with shyness. Yet her fingers remained steady, the music still flowing calmly.

After returning to Qitian Sect, Wu Tian and Shui Yuewu reported their mission status. The Sect Master had someone record the details and then dismissed them to rest.

"Master!" Lü Rou, having received word that Wang Long, Jiang Xue, and the others had arrived at the city gates, had already been waiting there. She leapt down from the wall in one fluid motion and landed lightly before Wang Long.