Chapter 485: You Make Me Feel Sick

The school bell rang.

Jiang Nian thought, You're the one who said you didn't want it.

"Bye."

He picked up his bag and stood to leave, glancing back at the class monitor just as their calm gaze met his.

Hmm…

Forget her—silence means agreement.

Go downstairs.

Jiang Nian hummed a tune all the way home; he didn't have to wait for anyone at noon—that was the unspoken rule between him and Xu Qianqian.

This

Gu Cuicui didn't have Dong Hui's boldness; surrounded by so many people now, she was still pale as death, trembling violently.

I was startled—what kind of magic is this? It resembles the magic used by that demon clan's bamboo-pole guy I encountered before, but Feng Liang is from the Ri clan—how could he wield dark magic?

Niu Youdao glanced again at the message on his hand; nothing classified, so he handed it over in exchange.

"No problem, I'll accompany you tomorrow." The couple rarely spent time together; rare to visit relatives simultaneously, he couldn't help rolling over and pinning her down, rendering her immobile.

All the unspeakable things I've done these past few years—my nephew said they're all known to them down to the last detail; even my patron, Director Peng, is under surveillance—this has truly thrown me into chaos.

Niu Youdao slowly ended his cultivation, exhaled, opened his eyes—he knew perfectly well who the three were; who else but Shang Chao Sect?

But Yan Li wouldn't—he could never suspect his master brother would deliberately harm him in this matter; he'd only think it bad luck. Others who narrowly escaped wouldn't stir up trouble or think to recheck.

At the county magistrate's order, the villagers who had just fought like demons froze, shrank back, and were filled with regret; they knelt and begged for mercy, weeping bitterly while blaming each other.

The gates of Yanjing were tightly shut; guards on the walls stood as if facing a dire threat; all defensive equipment was ready; within the city, a million laborers worked busily, aiding the army in defense. Clearly, with determination to defend, Yanjing's resistance far exceeded those twenty thousand soldiers.

"You're right, but I can't shake the feeling that such a underhanded scheme isn't something Qin Ronghua could devise," said Consort Xian softly.

He thought: Last night's ordeal must have exhausted Ling'er—she won't get up before noon today.

Boom! The dragon shadow struck the mountain peak—the thousand-zhang-tall giant peak was pierced straight through by this palm strike from Xiang Gangtian.

Classmates began whispering; I didn't know what to do, just felt deeply worried, wanting to follow and see—when Lin Miaomiao suddenly grabbed my hand.

Chen Yingying laughed, called Cheng Zizai, left Jidou Temple, and returned to Daoyuan to fetch Rong Liu Shi.

Wu Penghui returned to the cave, panting heavily, wiping sweat.

Sitting atop the crate, he looked like he was waiting for someone.

So now Hongque clearly kept itself out of it, letting others test the Tianluo Diwang—even secretly offering some aid—so that all major organizations worldwide could observe how the Tianluo Diwang would react, or whether these lone cultivators might gain anything.

Helpless, Cheng Zizai searched everywhere, looking for a long time, yet found neither Li Rizhi nor Wu Penghui.

Shi Xuejin once said Nie Ting was only one step away from a new life-death threshold; the heavenly tribulation was likely what he must face, so he should ask Lü Shu for advice on safer postures to endure lightning—but Nie Ting didn't ask.

Yet now, the enemy used that insane method to capture former comrades from within and sacrifice them.

On the twenty-odd marble steps before the Saint Loren Cathedral, two guards clad in silver-white cross-armors, standing motionless like statues, spotted someone approaching and immediately gripped their sword hilts, warning sharply.