Chapter 492

"Hello, hello."

Zhang Nenzhi greeted him, straddling over Jiang Nian's seat. The gap felt too narrow—he knew it was intentional.

Right then, a sharp thud struck Jiang Nian's back.

"I'll punch you if you do that again!"

"Ssshh, you already hit me," Jiang Nian groaned, collapsing onto the table feigning death, then swindled Zhang Nenzhi out of a box of breakfast milk.

At the same time, he realized Baby Zhizhi was truly rich—she drank something different every single day.

It wasn't that the Black Robe feared Dalan Ta, but because he was a professional assassin, not a reckless killer.

Luo Hao also wore a specially crafted Xuanjia Talisman disguised as a Qi-Intake Talisman; to demonstrate, he used only third-rank initial-stage True Qi, matching the strength of most team members.

"Heh..." Li Moshang let out a dry laugh—wasn't that just a polite way of calling him childish?

Over countless centuries, Arcane Masters had long learned to draw power from external objects, and Energy Crystals were the most common and universal form.

"The title 'Everlasting Second Place' doesn't suit me," Luo Chi Yu Tian shrugged, smirking faintly.

Chen Xian exhaled in relief, then pain surged through him like a tide, filling his entire body. Though excruciating, he felt grateful—having sensation was far better than none at all.

After reading it, Liu Runi remained silent for a moment, expressionless, then clicked his tongue and passed the note to his senior subordinate.

Lan Siyi's expression didn't change; black flames erupted around him, coalescing into a colossal Dark Phoenix soaring through the air.

Bo Liu's inspection of their vessel was meticulous—every container had to be opened and checked, including the one holding the stowaways.

Long Er retracted the faint silver glow around her, slowly opened her eyes, and a blindingly brilliant purple light emerged.

Memorizing these steps, Li Ji pulled two coins from the bag, tossed the bag under Wenren Junfu's feet, and went off to play the claw machine. Wenren Junfu naturally felt the motion—he glanced at the plastic bag filled with coins at his feet, and his lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

Just before noon, Yu Danqing arrived at the entrance of Xian Ren Ju with Wei Yi, Wei Er, Cangqiong, and Jingshuang.

Unlike Cousin Jimo, who wore white robes with a cold, distant air—though his bearing was peerless, he remained aloof from everyone, including her, as if hidden behind thick fog.

Li Nuo, hiding in the shadows, saw this scene and paused, her hand ready to strike—but she didn't act. She watched the man take Li Zhiqi away, then followed.

"What's wrong with Li Er? Why won't she wake up?" Chu Yichen didn't understand medicine, but seeing Jiuge lying still as a corpse, he couldn't help but feel something was wrong.

The three—two men and one ghost—fought in a tangle, when suddenly

a distant howl echoed, followed by a roar of cheers like mountains crashing and oceans surging.

Fu Huaicheng wasn't a gossipmonger, nor did he have any interest in gossip; though he'd heard rumors about Qing Yu, he never asked about them.

The man drank some water, turned, removed his hat, and sat down on the sofa opposite Li Zhiqi.

Thinking these two Wang Bas had also eaten the wife of Jiao Mr., I glared at them without hesitation, cursing silently: "Wang Ba."

He rarely spoke; his voice was slightly hoarse, like ice scraping against ice—still pleasant to hear, but far too cold.

To excel in the competition, many academies began preparing early; major factions sought out promising students they knew, cultivating relationships with them in advance using resources and weapons.

Boom—a divine sense, terrifyingly powerful, swept over Rou Xi Xianjun like a dragonfly skimming water. Huang Zheng instantly felt its strength—if it had lingered a moment longer, he would surely have been exposed.