Chapter 522: The King

Jiang Nian handed the phone back to Yao Bei Bei. "Your test paper is all yellow — how did you copy it?"

"Pfft, you're the one who's yellow!"

Yao Bei Bei took the phone and left, too lazy to chat. They were all thousand-year-old foxes; no need for any Strange Tales talk.

"Remember to help Baby Zhizhi check it — she doesn't dare play with the phone."

"Mm…" Jiang Nian fell into thought. He'd only just hung up the class monitor's account — did he really have to choose between the two?

"Log me in, then."

"The operating room is ready, the operating room is ready." The head nurse rushed into the ward again — saving a life was like fighting a fire.

"Fengguang, are you still there?" Having heard no reply for a long while, Xian Mo's voice, uncertain, drifted through the vast, empty palace.

The bold characters "Beyond Heaven Laboratory" appeared abruptly at the end of the rope ladder — that is, atop that great gate. It really was an enormously huge gate; Zhang Tiansheng could estimate that the stone of that gate alone weighed hundreds of millions of tons.

For instance, last night — why couldn't I find the way back? It was as if I'd run into a ghost wall.

The Demon Emperor gave a cold snort, and his Yuanshen Dharma Aspect suddenly appeared and grabbed at the vines.

"Uh~ then promise me — unless it's truly critical, you can't use it on people!" Dong Ling hurriedly urged her.

At once, a dimensional cage appeared from the void. This dimensional cage was utterly broken and tattered — it was the very "Number Three" dimensional cage that had once imprisoned Imperial Prince Tai Feng.

When she said the word "friends," she deliberately glanced at their two clasped hands.

Much of that material had already been laundered; even if investigated, nothing would turn up. But having it stolen and read by others was still somewhat improper.

In no time, the comments beneath the post began to argue, and the more they argued the fiercer it got — there was even a vague trend of agreeing to meet outside the school gates for a fight.

This place looked like a giant city, but there was no city wall outside — instead, a vast forest that had been growing for who knew how many years encircled the entire Menghan Black Market.

Streaks of dazzling, radiant light shot up from peak after peak, and from the bottoms of rivers, lakes, and streams, and from city walls, streaking like rainbows toward Xia Yunjie and the other two.

"Ahem, it's nothing, really. Nothing's going on between me and the Queen Mother — at most we're just fairly close friends." Xia Yunjie, pressed by their questions, nearly let it slip, but at the last moment thought of an excuse.

So Yuhao Duan spoke first, reciting a poem he had composed, every line praising the kite being sent into the sky — the carefree joy of free flight. Then one poem after another, each taking a turn. Nangong Nianxi still wasn't in a very good mood — these ancients, the moment they had nothing to do, it was always poetry and couplets; there was no entertainment at all.

This explosive surge gave them, even if only for an instant, the illusion that they could now fight those at the Pseudo Imperial Realm.

Nangong Nianxi fell silent at his words and didn't press him further. She knew he hadn't had it easy these years — he'd spent them silently searching, waiting, and drowning in deep self-reproach. Now that he'd finally reunited with her, how could she bear to sleep apart from him?

Another day later, Wu Mountain had returned to calm, but the smell of blood that shrouded the land, and the landslides, the shattered rocks, the broken walls and ruined tiles, quietly told of the once terribly fierce great battle that had taken place here.

Yu Yuanfan was a little stiff and formal. He took the pastries Bai Yuxiu had brought, arranged two plates on the table, then busied himself pouring tea for the three of them. Bai Yuxiu, from the moment he stepped inside, had been looking around wildly; only after Fang Xing shot him a look did he obediently sit down.

She felt even more regretful in her heart. After suffering such a great grievance, she'd still come to see him, and he'd misunderstood her as teasing him — she must be utterly heartbroken now.

To distinguish it from the Earth Immortal Realm, the immortals also called the region where the Heavenly Court lay the Heaven Immortal Realm, sometimes also called the Heaven Realm. It was, in effect, a further division within the Immortal Realm into Heaven and Earth — though both, of course, belonged to the Immortal Realm.