Chapter 515

Near the end of evening self-study, dismissal time.

Tao Ran walked into the classroom carrying four stacks of exam papers and dumped them straight onto the teacher's desk; the room instantly erupted in groans.

"Fuck, again?"

"We just finished an exam, and now you dump this many papers? Can you even cover them all?"

"You won't cover them, but you have to finish them."

"Chishi!!" Li Hua frowned, hating exams more than anything, "What's the point of this?"

"You gotta do the homework, bro," Jiang Nian said.

Feng Yingying had secretly learned that Cui Bin had been wounded by a black-robed cultivator and was now clinging to life; after that, she vanished for a month. Later, she told Zhu Qilin about it, but he gave no response, leaving her stance uncertain.

At this moment of life and death, the Shadow Arrow Technique, long absent from Chen Mo's mind, reappeared within him.

The Immortal Sovereign was indeed among the upper echelons of the Heavenly Realm, but he was an obscure Immortal Sovereign—how could he dare provoke the forces under the command of another Immortal Sovereign?

The Ice Flame Sect's cultivators vanished one by one before their enemies' eyes—a bizarre sight that left observers baffled. The Dragon and Snake Supreme, watching from afar, clearly noticed this strange shift, but when he tried to intervene, it was already too late.

Gao Yang instantly sensed something amiss behind him; at the same moment, the opposing Wu Miyuanzheng drew a dagger and charged toward him.

"No more talk! Come, fight!" Zhou Cang said. Though he was not a peerless warrior like Guan Yu, he had his own pride—if he bowed down just because Xiao Mo spoke a few words, that wasn't his nature.

Because Silver Elder had saved Ye Feng's life—he had pulled Chu Qingfei back from hell itself.

"What? Surprised?" Xu Wangshu walked forward with Zhou Wei, as if she were utterly accustomed to it.

Besides being deeply shocked by the Dark Sovereign's overwhelming power, the four suddenly transformed into four blood bats and soared into the sky, chasing after the Dark Sovereign without pause.

"I just dropped her off at school, don't worry! She should already be sitting in class. Thank you for your concern," Tang Ruoxue smiled.

Since Wu Gegge became pregnant, Guo Gegge grew restless and often visited Ronghua Garden to seek out Hui Cefu Jin.

Though his lips had not yet given an answer, his expression clearly wrote "fear" and "refusal" across his face.

As he rubbed and touched her like this, Yu Youwei wondered if Qin Yang had triggered some kind of switch—he was completely different from the Qin Yang of before.

"Shut up, the match has started—this is the final round," Guan Yonglin cut off Sun Dazheng's words.

Mi Xue quickly pulled her over, smiling reassuringly, earning Liu Rong's gratitude and unwavering loyalty.

Old Wang had been trained from the start by Lang Ge, and for Old Wang's hand injury, his regret ran as deep as Old Wang's own.

As for schooling? The Emperor has issued an edict: Imperial Princes who have come of age may leave the palace and hire their own renowned tutors.

Song Shi remained silent as a wooden statue. The children of the Yongqin Prince's mansion never paid respects to the Principal Consort with their mothers—they went only after returning from school each day.

She clutched the thin quilt tightly with both hands, shielding her chest, while kicking wildly with both feet at the person lying beside her.

Behind him, the other three Elders of Lianshan City burst into laughter, their faces filled with mockery.

Lin Feng said nothing more—he understood that if this battle were lost, Zhan Han's siblings would never spare Zhu Tianjiang. Lin Feng leapt down and sprinted toward the rear camp.

Along the way, the three traveled by day and rested by night, encountering no unusual incidents—until later, Xiong Ti began sensing someone tailing them. At first, only one or two followed; then their numbers grew, until after five days, there were already seventeen or eighteen.

Violent thunderstorms pelted his face, yet he felt a strange sense of relief, as if escaping death—yet at that very moment, he caught a powerful stench, far more pungent than the reek of his own crotch.

Purple radiance, like a demonic moon, burned with a chilling allure, blinding the fearless soldiers and slowing their steps briefly.

Suddenly, a strange humming filled the air as a dark shadow swept down from above. The six assassins—Killing Abacus and others—recognized this as Hu Jiumei's strange weapon and dodged instantly; yet even so, two of them groaned in unison and collapsed, dead on the spot.

Watching Ye Feng wolf down his food, Ya Lan said anxiously, though inwardly she was deeply relieved that Ye Feng had returned home safely after three years.

Hu Li revealed an unusually embarrassed expression and spoke: "Originally, I had figured out the general pattern of the Illusion Array in the Forbidden Forest—but now it seems far more complex than I imagined; the pattern changes constantly."

Though he rarely admitted his age, sometimes, he truly had no choice but to.

After paying, he had only a hundred yuan left. Fuck, so expensive! But Lin Yong knew it was necessary. He straightened his red shirt collar and stared blankly at the hundred yuan in his hand.

As my consciousness blurred, my body grew weak, the peachwood sword slipped from my grip, and I felt overwhelmingly sleepy—I knew if I fell asleep, I'd end up playing chess with the King of Hell. So I gritted my teeth and bit down hard on my tongue.

These lines were actually Tao Yuanming's "Drinking Wine, No. 5," but Qi Lin knew that in the Primordial Chaos, Tao Yuanming had not yet written this piece—so it struck him precisely where he was vulnerable.

Bai Xiuxiu swung her long whip toward Ling Feng, knowing her only task was to press forward and entangle him—defense was handled by Su Qian, so she didn't need to worry.

"Good!" The giant seemed to exhale deeply, then fully locked his awareness into the inheritance space.

"Of course—my mother, no matter what, is the most beautiful," Mu Zifei said proudly.

Watching this bloody scene, Zhao Jingwen's expression didn't change, making her seem even more mysterious to Chen Xu.

Jiao Yang stripped off his shirt and shoes, exposing as much skin as possible to the air; a faint glow shimmered over his body as he followed A Xin's footsteps and charged out.

"Ying Zheng is tyrannical—you aiding his cruelty deserve no burial place." Before her words finished, over a hundred heads fell from the surrounding soldiers—all without warning.

Though Su Li was momentarily stunned by Jing Nan's blunt question, her heart trembled, and a sense of dread rose within her.