Chapter 542: Purchase

Most of the people in the classroom had left—some in groups heading to the restroom, others to the hallway for fresh air, and a few to the cafeteria treating others to meals.

"Square root of five..." Jiang Nian was barely holding it together.

He tossed the pen aside—another mistake.

"What are you thinking about?" Chen Yunyun leaned over, filling her bottle. "I saw you frowning from far away."

Jiang Nian propped his head on his hand and turned to ask.

"How did you even learn math?"

Wang Tao applied slight force and pried open the two large iron doors; the group stepped inside one by one.

This place was over seven hundred li from Chang'an—not far at all—and connected by the Qin Straight Road; even Feng Chuzhong's long migration caravan reached Chang'an in just five days.

A suitcase sat at his feet, he wore a white T-shirt, his denim shorts were faded from washing, and he dragged a pair of flip-flops while hugging a cardboard box with both hands.

But Yu Qi remained lost in his own world, staring at the sword at his feet; he reached down and pulled it out.

At this moment, Liu Jiatong found Lin Mo increasingly agreeable, her initial skepticism shifting to admiration.

Yu Qi's pupils widened in shock, his mouth slightly open—he saw Xuan Ya transform into a bird, precisely a phoenix, draped in golden feathers wreathed in crimson flame, a phoenix appearing before Yu Qi.

Of course, they were also curious about Wang Tao's new awakening; with so many eyes around before, they hadn't asked.

Through this battle, Zhu Changwu would use facts to show everyone how vital it is to embed core personnel among ordinary soldiers, one leading three—or even five or more.

When that massive figure appeared, Jiang Zheng, Mi'er, and Du Shiyue in the lounge all gasped sharply, nearly blurting out, "This boy cannot be allowed to live."

He also noticed the man's complexion was terrible—his face flushed red, clearly from fever caused by an infected wound. The system did have a first-aid kit with antibiotics, but Zhu Changwu would never waste such a precious item on someone like this.

Just as Chu Ming and Tong Xuan were talking, the giant tiger had caught them off guard, then relentlessly pursued and hammered them; Chu Ming was nearly driven to collapse by the white giant tiger.

The scene erupted in thunderous cheers; someone—no one knew who—lifted Xu Chen onto their shoulders, and others surged forward, crowding around the young hero as they followed Huang mid-stage off to Mingyue Manor for drinks.

As soon as Lu Yun finished speaking, the red fox dashed to him and slapped his left cheek—his face instantly swelled and reddened; he stared at the red fox, bewildered.

"Ming'er, no!" Qing Lan cried out in alarm. Cang Jianli was no ordinary man—he was the chieftain of the entire Cang Xiong tribe, a unique being. Urinating on Cang Jianli would tarnish his dignity; even if Cang Jianli said nothing, Xiong Lie would fly into a rage, and Xiong Mingyang would inevitably face punishment.

"Enough of that—has the Heavenly King of Tian joined your Cang Xiong tribe? How can he move about so freely?" Chi You asked. The thousand-li defense array was perilous; none dared wander without guidance—anyone wandering inside without a guide might perish, even a god-king.

"Heh, no problem. I'll wait right here for them to come—I'd like to see who dares lay a hand on me today!" Shen Feng scoffed.

"Good! Let's pick an auspicious day for a double celebration—may the Chai household be filled with glory!" Li Sanniang chuckled.

It's understandable to think about it—if someone got overexcited and pulled out a gun and started firing wildly, well, that'd be quite the spectacle.

These demons eager for the first kill knew Xu Chen possessed the power of the Xuantian Realm, but they themselves had all reached the Liánxū Realm; logically, with numbers on their side, even if they ultimately lost, they shouldn't suffer a crushing defeat.