Chapter 101: My Poor Brother and Sister

Rank 15 on the Human List.

After this release of the Human List, it caused a huge uproar.

Dou Changsheng was initially 79th, then rose to 15th—his meteoric rise left countless people guessing that in the next list, he would break into the top ten.

This statement was delivered with such certainty, even more confident than Dou Changsheng himself.

Dou Changsheng himself felt slightly awkward, as if something bad were about to happen to him.

But recently, Dou Changsheng had been utterly peaceful.

The hole in the wall was about ten meters long; probably because only the Commander’s class had the day off, few people were gathered in the main gate’s wall opening, far from the staircase and academic zone—this spectacular spot, comparable to a tourist attraction, had only about ten Provincial Military Commanders or Shipmaidens scattered about.

Master Jia Ding merely felt the pulse through a thin thread stretched across the curtain; after a long while, he drew a deep breath and cast a look of pity at the slender silhouette behind the screen. He turned to the city lord and slowly nodded.

“It’s her,” Ban Ming’s body trembled slightly, his eyes filled with love, regret, and surprise.

The roasted tea leaves generally cannot be consumed immediately; they must be stored for about half a month before drinking—but since this is a tea-tasting trial, such formalities are ignored.

“Are you the outsider here to challenge Sha Zhan?” The middle-aged man sent out a mental wave to ask.

“Enemy attack! Protect the lord first!” One of the three Tartars still mounted on horseback shouted loudly.

Zhou Lei’s talent was mediocre, but his fortune was astonishing. During the Qi Refining stage, he obtained the spiritual treasure, the Cultivation Pearl; later, he acquired the divine artifact, the Shocking Heaven Sword, and the immortal artifact, the Nine Peaks Floating Duster. Such items were beyond the dreams of ordinary disciples.

Wang Feng didn’t wait for the Turtle Immortal to think—he charged forward again; the Turtle Immortal hastily leapt high to dodge Wang Feng’s rush.

The one who barely escaped has since vanished, changed his name, and remains unheard of to this day. If he ever shows his face—even the faintest whisper of him—he will be hunted down and killed.

This made the Demon Emperor Wu Ming an idol, even a object of worship, in countless hearts; his clothing and merchandise quickly became a market sensation.

Mr. Tan, filled with excitement, gathered up all the messy items in the room, then thought for a moment, made a phone call, and decided to sell his computer and everything else—these things were useless, and carrying them would be far too troublesome.

It must be said that Zhang Xuanxin and Cao Xuanjun had both achieved levels in swordplay far beyond those of ordinary elite disciples.

Even if they were powerful enough to breach the Lower Mountain Gate and Middle Mountain Gate, we still have the Main Mountain Gate—I refuse to believe they can climb up.

A Xian Emperor of the Third Heaven of the Heavenly Dao managed to ascend only one hundred steps—just how terrifying must these steps be?

Wu Zhaoyu, the Lord commanding from the rear, seeing his second son defeated and in mortal danger, disregarded all caution and ordered his domain kings to intervene.

“From now on, anyone who dares provoke Master Zhang the Saint will have his legs broken by me and thrown out of the family!” Many elders warned their disciples thus—even the Four Great Families of Yanjing did not instill such fear.

Yu Zhen, along this journey, was drenched in sweat, frequently wiping her brow with a handkerchief; last time she came, she accompanied Fu Heng when invited to the villa—this time, she came to accuse—her state of mind was vastly different. Had her stubbornness brought trouble? She did not regret it—if given another chance, she still would not choose to submit.

Only a master of the Void-Perceiving realm could possibly comprehend such a thing, wouldn’t you say? The Void-Perceiving realm means perceiving emptiness—in some sense, one has begun to touch space itself.

Though she felt fear, she gritted her teeth and nodded to Fang Hanmin, then withdrew her rifle, gripped it tightly, stood up, and prepared to rush out.