Chapter 182: Golden Gu Gu!

Graduates should know how to leverage their alma mater’s resources, let alone someone like him, a clueless college student still receiving school startup support funds.

Isn’t that right, my beloved Teacher Yu?

With the school backing it and the potential to boost urban cultural tourism, relevant officials had no reason to refuse.

As for lacking hosting experience—penguins don’t even know how big the tournaments they host are, and besides, this world is just a giant amateur setup; who doesn’t

“Look at you now—I told you to just be honest from the start, and nothing would’ve gone wrong. You always go looking for trouble.” If she could, Ren Xiaoyou would gladly go tell Sheng Zeyan the truth herself.

“I’ll keep these things. When they grow up, I’ll give them something in return!” Zhao Nuanyue whispered, then turned to her mother, tears glistening in her eyes.

Now, Master Cai Yong and others are compiling the Lu Bu Dictionary; once it’s published, anyone with a copy can study on their own.

The major churches prayed to their respective deities and immediately received responses from the Star Divine Realm—but this seemingly absurd, laughable “prank” was confirmed by the gods as real.

Er Qiao went to Aunt Zhang’s house—not the Aunt Zhang from the county town, but Aunt Zhang, the disciple of Zhang Dongguan from the provincial capital.

Xuanzang and the others had already entered the hall and looked up, too; compared to the black-furred giant ape, the monkey seemed utterly insignificant, and as for the old Daoist transformed by Ren Qinglian, he was too far away to even appear in the scene.

Although his father Leng Feng had put in effort, Leng Che also understood that Gu Lao and Hua Yusen had lent their support.

The Hou family also took Er Qiao and his wife’s visit seriously—Hou Nana’s mother and three sisters-in-law had returned and were already bustling in the kitchen.

Once they took root, they’d be just like any ordinary Dahua citizen—no need to fear them causing trouble.

The Li family had grown increasingly declining; the entire household relied solely on Li Xingbang to hold up the facade, with no heir to follow.

Like the two yin-yang fish of Taiji, they hovered quietly on either side of the eye—neither merging nor clashing, simply dancing in stillness.

Whether demon, god, or any other race, once reaching the Cosmic Level, one encounters this—it’s the universal language of all planes, known only in higher worlds.

Then the dragon’s head turned into a snake’s head and was smashed by a single punch; in Yan Qi’s horrified gaze, the man’s body moved like a demonic warrior of the Shura race, delivering rapid strikes that reduced both the dragon’s head and the fireball to ash.

Although Zhao Zhen had ordered Senior Li to arrange resting quarters for them, they had no intention of actually resting.

“Want one? If you surrender to Duke Wu Cheng, I guarantee you’ll get one.” Guo Jia waved his folding fan in front of Sima Yi.

Bai Sen had been an orphan himself, and he’d always looked down on the wealthy and nobility, even harboring a touch of hostility toward them—but toward those at the bottom, he felt an unusual fondness, especially toward those whose hearts weren’t fundamentally bad, whom he especially liked.

The others were all battered and bruised, their expressions dull, morale low; after such a long journey, they were weary, and with the road ahead uncertain, their hearts grew heavy.

Time passed slowly; heavy snow began falling from the sky, drifting gently downward. Hui Zhen was growing weak—he was no match for Jin Gang. The Marquis noticed Hui Zhen was about to lose, and just then, Jin Gang kicked out, striking Hui Zhen square in the chest.

How could I… look down on him? What am I, anyway? What right do I have to look down on others?