Chapter 517: A Little Scolding

Jiang Nian was surprised to see the "Pen Brother" from yesterday again.

Seeing his pale face, he thought what a pitiful child.

Such a timid soul—he's been terrified senseless by Teacher Qi Xue.

He never intended to show off; it was just overheard. In truth, he was merely an ignorant student.

Maintaining a good relationship with Teacher Qi Xue came from Old Liu's instructions. Handling the imperial decree himself, he naturally had to give it his all.

Could his homeroom teacher possibly harm him?

Why should someone with poor eyesight be the one to pack things? Why not let Shi Shi do it?

Lei Yu also seized this chance to shatter the Lich Commander's soul defense, deeply imprinting the Soul Control Mark within his soul flame.

The black-clad figure… for now, let's call him the Death-Clad Figure—he too noticed these two intruders were formidable. Originally confident of victory, he now grew uneasy; if these two intervened, matters had truly slipped beyond his control.

"If that's the case, why walk through the front gate? Why not just climb over the wall to avoid being seen? You've done that before…" Lin Yin asked, puzzled.

Liu Yi raised Anshuang, activating his strongest attack technique. A brilliant crimson sword light, like the most striking wound, slashed across the Lion-Eye Beast's throat.

Immediately, the pale golden ring cracked with a crisp "crack," then exploded with a loud "boom," vanishing into smoke and mist.

Angry roars echoed throughout St. Paul Hotel, and countless Holy Knights emerged from every corner.

Xing Yue tended to Yao Chen, still petrified, while watching everyone argue and bicker.

Do you think becoming Grand Commander means you can wave a chicken feather like an imperial edict and ignore the Ji Yao Sect?

His expression was sorrowful yet filled with boundless hope. After speaking to Qin Mohan, he turned toward Gu Xinyue.

"Alternative Severing of Dust?" Xiao Sheng and Changsun Liang murmured, limited by their level—they didn't yet know one could sever heaven and earth with a single blade to attain Dao.

Lin Sese watched the changes in Li Chunfeng's expression, feeling an indescribable emotion inside. She had thought he never smiled—turns out he was merely cold toward her.

She made no sound to disturb him; after Master Yang successfully refined the pill, she put away the remaining Xue Zhi.

Now that Tianxing had altered his appearance and concealed his aura, trailing beside Yi Han like an old servant, Mo Han had not recognized him at all.

"We're done—look, a stone gate just dropped down. We can't get out." Ye Juntian saw a stone gate mysteriously descending from above the rock wall twenty meters away.

Its blood was drained, and its internal organs severely injured. The vines had snapped inch by inch. If she hadn't desperately wrapped herself around Ye Juntian just now, Brother Ye probably would've been finished too.

Fang Pingying stared at Physician Zhou for a moment, guessing Bai Jing wasn't usually this warm toward him.

Aunt Zhang saw the temperamental old man fall silent; as for Zhang Debao, he valued his pathetic position as Director more than anything else—he kept calling the school nonstop, so counting on him was hopeless.

Cheng Ziluo froze, following the sword's direction to see Hu Yifeng holding his blade, pressing it against the giant serpent's gaping maw.

When Li Tingyu encountered Shen Ningxuan outside the Celestial Prison, he knew trouble was brewing—so when Zhu Que and Qiu Ruoyu entered one after the other behind him, he wasn't surprised at all.

"Do you know why there are no demon lords above the Viscount rank in the Abyss?" Lei Nuo interrupted.

Yuanyang set up the qin stand, Zhuyu adjusted her finger picks, and the strings danced—clear, flowing melodies poured out in one continuous breath.

Xia Zhengtong coldly curled his lips, raised his precious sword, and with a sharp "clang," struck Qiu Ruoyu back two steps. He raised his arm as if to strike, slashing diagonally toward Qiu Ruoyu.