Chapter 577: Unfair Qi Xue

At the school gate.

"Xu Shao, what's in your backpack?" Jiang Nian reached out and tugged at Xu Qianqian's backpack—it was brutally heavy.

"Books!" Xu Qianqian replied. "There's so many holidays, I'm bringing them back in batches."

"So many, and you're splitting them up?" Jiang Nian blinked in surprise. "You lie around like a pig on holiday—how are you even going to finish reading them?"

Xu Qianqian knew he was bad with words, but she hadn't expected him to be this cruel.

"Do you think it's appropriate to say that?"

"Jingchu, you're being overly anxious—it's not some immortal demon; how could anyone survive a stab straight through the heart? Don't worry—if he's still alive, I'll help you one more time and make sure he dies completely." The green-eyed man patted his chest with great bravado.

No wonder Zhao Yuwu had to resolve the Feng family's issue before eliminating the Empress Dowager's faction.

"Let go!" Though he felt the cold wind of the sword behind him, Yun Jingchu's blade still drove straight toward the black-clad man holding the Former Empress Dowager.

After reading it, Yun Jingchu handed the letter to Baili Wushang and began rubbing his temples.

If she was the Emperor of Daxia's wife, she should be Daxia's Empress—then why was she beside the Emperor of Xiqi?

"To be honest, your master's son is a real pain—he spends all day fooling around. I was just busy preparing for the provincial exam, and it drove me nuts." Hearing Zhu the Elder mention his son, Su Mu sounded irritable.

Yun Jingchu closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around Baili Wushang's neck from behind, and responded with all the passion he could muster.

Seeing this, the vengeful spirits each let out disdainful hisses, watching coldly as the companion chosen by Jun Qianxi.

The battle between the Ancestor of the Dark River and Nezha was just like this—both went mad in combat, attacking and defending, advancing and retreating, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

She hadn't always been this suspicious, but lately, after returning home, she'd encountered too many conspiracies—she'd slowly evolved into someone who saw ghosts everywhere.

In an instant, searing, soul-rending pain caused the several Imperial Collaborationist soldiers to scream in agony, faces twisted in torment.

Thunder God's gaze was icy, his killing intent nearly solidifying—he casually summoned the Thunder God's Drill, holding the nail in his left hand and the hammer in his right, then brought it down with brutal force.

Ao Bai glanced over—indeed, Ma Shixiu had ordered civilians fired upon; if this reached Zhu Yousong's ears, he'd surely face dismissal.

Yu Xiu had spent far more time with Shi Yin than he had with Qing Ling—he was naturally far more familiar with her. Recently, he'd sulked and moved out of Qi Luan, while Qing Ling had been busy digging up the entire Lingxiao City; their meetings were few and far between, and now he didn't even know his own daily routine.

From behind the tree and around the distant corner, squads of people in colorful costumes, ancient-style attire, and capes rushed out.

"Actually, not necessarily. Some people, though poor, have lofty aspirations. The richer they become, the more clearly they remember how little they once were." Luo Tian said.

Kong realized his lecherous soul had awakened—he grew more excited the more he thought about it, even drooling at the corners of his mouth; clearly, Kong was desperate to torment Wei Yi—how could he not seek revenge after being locked up for so long?

"It's fine, bro—I'm just a crafting class; carrying a couple of hammers is understandable, right?" Old Kou still cracked a Duan Zi at this moment.

Because Huo Jun had glanced at him, Li Xiaoyao immediately realized he'd spoken foolishly. Li Xiaoyao was no fool—he knew Huo Jun wasn't holding back Kong Ergou, Yu Haishan, or Fan Jinhu because he lacked skill, but because there was another reason entirely—and Li Xiaoyao must have gone to help Huo Jun with that matter.

And the thunder technique paired with this Great Capital Heaven Five Thunder Master Seal was none other than the famed Five Thunder Orthodoxy, hailed as the most orthodox Daoist thunder art.

After speaking, Meng Xiran's form shifted, transforming once more into the faceless Taiyi.