Chapter 117: The Young Instructor of the Academy (8800 words)

He got out of bed before dawn even broke.

Years of living in a ruined temple on the mountain had forged fixed, precise habits and a biological clock—nothing like the erratic routines of city youths his age.

When he pulled back the curtain, the sky outside was still dark. The silent environment made him feel slightly uneasy—back in the ruined temple on the mountain, this would have been the time when...

While Qiao Yan listened to music, Wei Chi Hong sat beside her, gazing at her delicate, artful profile with focused devotion.

Hearing Xue Jie’s praise made me feel utterly uncomfortable—damn, are you even complimenting me? I feel worse than if you’d insulted me.

“Cough, cough,” Song Kai let out a weak cough, his pupils filled with hatred, rage, and the fury of betrayal.

Without delay, the group surged forward in a loud, indignant rush through the back entrance of Chinatown.

Yao Guan was furious, his eyes blazing—but he dared not curse me. I’d slapped him so hard he’d been dizzy and dazed, knocked out two of his teeth—how dare he talk back to me? Unless he truly wanted to crawl home.

The souls of Sun Wukong, Su Yun, and Lin Wan Yue were irresistibly drawn into this “other dimension.”

Upon hearing Wang Wei’s arrangement, Chen Yan said nothing and walked straight toward the young master Hu.

Shengzi had long been an apprentice at the antique shop before Cheng Dong even joined, so while Cheng Dong didn’t know many things, Shengzi might.

General Cheng and General Yang anxiously turned to General Fu; the three generals had deep bonds, and since General Fu was older, they always deferred to him—once he spoke, they immediately followed his lead.

A distance of one or two li passed in the blink of an eye. Half a quarter-hour later, the entire cemetery’s high command had arrived above the Fourth Family’s encampment.

This was a matter of custom: if the family’s moral foundation was sound, the children would follow the right path; the household’s overall atmosphere shaped them.

Chu’s father had once walked through blood and fire in his own struggles—he didn’t want his son to endure the same crushing pressures.

“These brats are getting sneakier by the day!” Lei Wanjun tossed a triangular nail onto the table.

Only if someone had genuinely committed a wrongdoing would the foundation’s staff investigate and then ignore them.

At that moment, he recalled a possibility: if he treated a patient in someone else’s hospital, it might stir up trouble.

Su Lan Chen suspected that, had she not arrived, the body would have already died by now.

He stared at Xia Zhu, as if seeing the fear within her. If he’d known today would be like this, why had he ever hurt him back then? And precisely because of the Xia family’s harm, he’d met Chu Xinyun. In the end, he should thank the Xia family.

Though the escape had been perilous, Chu Xiao suffered only abrasions all over his body and cuts from glass shards—no serious injuries.

The servant who came to feed the old master his medicine couldn’t wake him no matter how loudly he called; he panicked, utterly at a loss.

Thus, the Tiger Force turned back to search, but though He Congjun promptly noticed and adjusted the direction, they fell again into Luo Li’s trap—becoming bait for Luo Li while Xu Tielong trailed behind, harassing them.

Wu Lei had never before truly watched a massacre unfold—this wasn’t war, but a true slaughter, where his side had sent not a single soldier yet killed thousands of enemies. It was something Wu Lei, as commanding officer, could truly take pride in.

We hugged at the movie theater entrance for a long time—finally, my legs went numb. Lin Kexin was fine, sitting there, while I crouched because I’m taller.