Chapter 134: [Return After Departure] (8000 characters)

The students and instructors of the meditation class lived in two rows of brick-and-wood buildings on the eastern courtyard.

When Chen Yan and Chu Keqing heard the commotion and rushed over, all the rooms in the eastern courtyard were illuminated; many had already stepped outside, some peering from doorways, the bolder and more enthusiastic ones already running toward the scene, others shouting loudly in the courtyard.

The academy’s accompanying staff this time totaled

After returning, Yi Tianyun recounted the general events; originally, the submission of Tianfan Ancestral Land had been a cause for great joy—but upon learning that the Star Origin Lord had been manipulating things behind the scenes, everyone’s spirits vanished.

When he heard it was from Qi County, he knew it was Li Yan’s force; and at this moment, only Li Yan—who had just inflicted heavy losses on him—would dare bring troops to Kaifeng.

The wind blades of Feihu and the sword qi of Feihu Sect members fell simultaneously, their numbers so vast they resembled rain.

He had long suspected this fellow, who had failed to assassinate him, was now resorting to another scheme.

“The headlights are on, and you’re facing the car—how can you clearly see the other person’s face?” Kong Zhiming suddenly sneered.

Li Yang gripped Qinglong’s heels, watching blood continuously drip from his forehead, and smiled faintly.

The array’s outcome did not disappoint Fang Huairan; aside from other claims, at least the two cultivators at the Body Integration stage could utterly sweep aside all cultivators lacking extraordinary methods.

Fang Huairan’s moves were lightning-fast, yet the two cultivators of the Five Elements Spirit Clan reacted just as swiftly.

The crowd involuntarily gasped; the continuous explosions appeared devastating, as if everything in that zone would be torn to shreds.

Moreover, the daily workload and the pressure from her family had accumulated far too much—even though Ouyang Ziyan possessed exceptional business talent and interpersonal skills, she was still human, not a machine.

For Keda, taking Ye Yuhuan out to see how others dressed would actually ease her psychological burden. As expected, tonight’s event was a grand auction hosted by the Flame Clan.

The thought that Ji Ruobing might be detonated by the doctor made Li Zixiao’s heart tremble; he had promised Ji Ruobing he’d help remove the bomb from her body, yet he had failed to keep his word, instead keeping her as a pawn—and thanks to her, the Axe Gang in S City now fell under Li Zixiao’s control.

Upon hearing this, the Wu Clan’s forces burned with rage—was Yang Chen showing them no respect at all?

Regardless of what Shen Xing Wuji was imagining now, this Tesla was undoubtedly a carrier of Purple Thunder Primordial Blood. Perhaps this man was the only one in his lifetime who possessed Purple Thunder Primordial Blood; thus, he would not let him slip away under any circumstances.

“I’ll tell you one more thing. Zhuang Chen says I cry too much. Do you know when I cried the hardest and most frequently?” She spoke slowly, unwilling to sniffle again in this serious moment—it would seem odd. She wasn’t feigning pity; did she need to beg for sympathy?

Qian Qiyue put down her phone, stood up from her computer, and pulled Yang Jiahua toward the sofa. “Damn it.” Qian Qiyue made them both sit, then tilted her head and collapsed against Yang Jiahua’s shoulder, closing her eyes.

Da Pang glanced at Luo Qianqian, especially at the pale thighs exposed beneath her qipao, and swallowed hard.

As for the scent emanating from the man, there was no need to mention it—was this what Yu Die meant by worrying about him? Indeed, he should be worried—would he suffer from “air poisoning”?

Not everyone bitten by a vampire turns into a corpse; Xi Ze Tian avoided being bitten on the neck, which is why he had survived this long.