Chapter 170: Exclusive Guide Xiao Bai

The instructor's lecture interrupted the small talk, rattling off a list of rules, precautions, and taboos.

To sum it up: "My rules are the rules."

Zhai Da didn't have any aversion to this management style; it was military training, after all—did they expect to be pampered with shoulder massages and leg rubs?

Once the instructions were finished, the whole class was led to their future training ground: the sports field.

This wasn't a redundant statement; there were too many classes for them all to be in one area, so they were distributed across the entire campus.

Wang Yin grabbed Shan Xuan's hands with one hand, and seeing her still struggling in vain, he simply sat up, grabbed her chin, and kissed her fiercely.

"Then why is that? Can't your blood open the Soul-Gathering Lamp?" Ting Yin asked sharply.

"That was quite effective," Luo Qingcang said, rubbing his shoulder and exhaling, though it looked nothing like it had been effective—it was exactly like children fighting.

"A good seedling. How many moves of the Drunken Three Hands have you learned?" the old monk asked, stroking his long white beard and nodding gently.

"Thirteen, why did you let such a pawn in to ruin my mood?" Tong said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Wang He never imagined that Lin Feng could still have the strength to escape after taking his palm strike head-on. By the time he regained his senses and prepared to pursue, Lin Feng had already vanished without a trace.

Lady Iwai smiled noncommittally, turned, and glanced at Ling Feng, thinking: That old hag, Lady Okamura, probably won't let Ling Feng off the hook.

However, while these things seemed effortless to outsiders, Ling Wei's hands were ice-cold. She had made a bet with herself; she was betting that these veterans still cared about the company, which was why it had gone so smoothly.

Qian Guozhong laughed like a madman, a sinister look gradually creeping onto his face. He pulled a black Colt directly from his jacket and pointed it at Qian Chengwei's head, his veins bulging and his hand trembling uncontrollably. On the other side, Qian Chengwei remained calm, as if it weren't a gun pointed at his head.

Yue Mengjie said, "I knew you'd act recklessly once you found out about my situation. This building and everything else is a plan we already finalized; how could we change it so easily? Enough, don't worry about my business, and I won't tell you what it is anyway." After saying this, she hung up the phone.

"Shameless, shameless, shameless..." Shen Luoyao's face flushed red as she slapped Yan Shiyi's head several times.

"What are you saying, Your Highness?" Jiang Zhenxiu curled her lip and drank the wine. She really didn't know what kind of medicine Li Yi was selling in her gourd.

Given the familiarity of the tone and the intimacy of the actions, those in the hall who had heard rumors naturally understood what Lady Zhou meant, and those who hadn't were quick-witted enough to grasp her meaning instantly.

Indeed, they were surrounded by the ocean, with a lone island before them. The island was lush with green trees, filled with coconut trees and all kinds of flora.

Lan Xi stood by respectfully without saying much. In any case, the Lady would definitely not let the Miss go out with Concubine Zhang, so she didn't need to offer any advice; looking at the Miss, she clearly knew the Lady wouldn't agree either.

The three sisters went together to Old Lady Fan's courtyard. Lady Feng and her sisters-in-law were already there attending to Old Lady Fan. Seeing the three arrive, Old Lady Fan stood up and led them outside.

Someone immediately chimed in, saying that ever since Concubine Yi entered the palace, she hadn't been close to the Yu woman, and that the sisterly bond between them was very shallow, and so on.

Everyone was speechless. They hadn't really bullied her, had they? Wasn't it just making her pay for herself? If they knew the efforts the innkeepers of the Yuelai Inn had made behind the scenes to please Luo Shuiyi, they wouldn't think that way.

"I must collect more treasures that nourish the soul!" Yan Hen stopped his meditation, simultaneously thinking of a problem: since souls were so unique and the human race had a soul lineage, how much more so the Demon race?