Chapter 215: Aftereffects (March 3800 Vote Tickets)

At the very front of the Extinguishing Heaven Hall stood a raised platform, over a thousand zhang in diameter, where all invited immortal sects, life prohibitions, top-tier factions, and families were positioned.

The disciples and elders of the Shanggu clan were all clad in white high-grade beast hides, their fur thick and well-suited for insulation, so Yuan Chen guessed they likely resided in a cold region.

The guests on the grounds were all personally invited by the academy's leadership, every single one a successful social figure who had contributed money or effort at the last charity auction, and Dean Xu remembered him particularly well.

He couldn't help but think of Liu Xuantao; no wonder Huo Ziyin and Liu Xuantao were biological brothers, inevitably compared by others.

"Eat, eat, I've already eaten most of it." Mo Li was genuinely delighted that the face-beast liked his food, but because he was emotionally suppressed, he could not express it outwardly, so he simply spoke naturally to the face-beast.

Inside the cave, Mo Li sat cross-legged, continuously regulating his breath; once he felt his spiritual energy had nearly recovered, he walked over to Feng Ying and Qiao Ling'er and transmitted spiritual energy to both, as their earlier battle had left them unconscious.

After a series of exchanges, the two white groups and two black groups on the upper left both lived. Black 140, Chunlan's lone stone extended.

A few days later, Fu arrived at Zhongnan Mountain; surprisingly, Jie and Qiong returned with her. Yi looked at his own grandson and couldn't help thinking of Ji; Fu and Ji indeed looked very similar, the only difference being temperament—Ji was calm and composed, while Fu had a butterfly-like personality.

Duan Lang looked down at Dantai Mingyue; although Mingyue couldn't see his face, Duan Lang saw the hopeful look in her eyes. After a brief hesitation, he told Dantai Mingyue his story.

His words seemed to awaken others; suddenly, many also wore looks of melancholy, all contemplating their own futures.

At that moment, within the room, cold air erupted, its walls completely covered in thick ice, radiating a chilling chill.

Even if Du Dapeng and Mo Qiufeng were the slowest, they now understood; both drew their swords at once and stood beside Lu Jiping, vigilantly watching Yu Shuya.

Although Feng Jianxun didn't fully appreciate it, he could tell the old man was truly obsessed with Mount Fuji.

Ning Zitong suddenly fell silent, looking at Mu Jingheng, unsure what to say for a moment.

Youming laughed loudly, even more extravagantly than Litian; if his Qingguang Bo were so easily broken, it wouldn't be worth mentioning.

"Yes!" Zhang Beichen's body was already extremely weak, with multiple wounds bleeding; he feared any further exertion most of all.

Nora immediately extended both palms downward; the massive flame stream struck her palms, pushing her upward over ten meters, but then the flames vanished, leaving not a single scratch on Nora.

Even now, with Blood Qi Embodiment activated to the third level of Liannai, he could only handle ordinary fifth-level Liannai cultivators.

He had the expired Blessing Oil buff—though expired, its power was still fierce; a mere flight simulator game, if he got the chance, could have him pinning the White Empress to the ground and grinding her.

When Hu Zi heard Mei Xiong say that, he was startled; his hand reached again toward the car door, pressing the window control button, the glass slowly lowering slightly, then he shook his head and said, "No more smoking!" Afterward, he closed the window again, and silence settled over the car.

Mo Cang's expression changed abruptly; his illusory figure coughed out several streams of black smoke. Normally, interrupting a spell causes severe backlash, let alone this heavenly immortal technique—her soul force was severely wounded; had it not been for Jiang Chang'an's years of nourishment with ancient spiritual energy, she would have long since perished.

Each face was covered, revealing only a pair of cold, indifferent eyes exposed to the air.

He was a middle-aged man clad in red-and-green military uniform, his jaw lined with stubble, sword-like brows and starry eyes, radiating decisiveness and ruggedness.

This punch, Dongfang Yunyang had unleashed with the power of the Bone Pulse; its force was several times stronger than a normal punch, and the explosive power was quite formidable.

This verse, which for millennia had chilled, wounded, and shattered the hearts of countless imperial family members, echoed once more above the Daqian Imperial Court.

Fujiwara Kaiyu, seeing his earth-and-stone wall shattered, reacted swiftly; instantly, he unleashed a burst of chakra energy around himself.

The Qingxiu Assembly, a tournament known to everyone in Jiangzhou, where each family sent their young, elite direct-lineage disciples to compete.

After all students entered the deliberately confusing, haphazardly mixed Gypsy-style classroom and gathered in small groups whispering, a voice suddenly rose from the shadows—a soft, muffled voice.

It undoubtedly caused the alchemist pain, especially when his past-life thoughts were forcibly shoved into his current memories.

Saturday morning's self-study finally gave way to half a day of leisure in the afternoon; students could leave campus to play, but they had to return before evening self-study—if caught absent during roll call, they'd be punished.

Unfortunately, later Wang Zhongsi was murdered, and generals from the Tiance Prefecture were suppressed; she returned sadly to Luoyang's Tiance Prefecture, becoming a spear instructor, unmatched in spearcraft within the Prefecture, and at twenty-five, still utterly alone.