Chapter 420: The Absolute Rationalist Who Controls Everything (Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

Their high school is not an ordinary one; most students here come from the upper class.

“Xuanyuan City, how majestic,” Shao Yan gazed at the city gate before him, its glazed tiles shimmering, spiritual energy thick and dense; the four directional stabilizing stones were all ancient relics retrieved from opened caverns, and the entire city radiated a vast, imposing aura, while the constant flow of cultivators infused it with boundless vitality.

The fourth floor still held no trace of the fox; the building was empty and silent, making one wonder if the fox was even here at all.

What Bao Jack actually saw was the couple’s car speeding off, while Peng Haoming was helping Adela climb over the window.

After today’s events, Albert suddenly felt Albert’s visit would be far more complicated than anticipated; before Saven arrived, almost no one in the Elsira family had considered cooperating with the Holy Crusaders, but since Saven’s arrival, things had been slowly changing.

“Precisely because you’re a guest, you’re still standing to speak!” The beret wasn’t convinced.

She unconsciously drew closer, tenderly pressing against him, “Mother, Father misses you deeply—I often watch him and feel both annoyance and pity.”

This was the final score of the match, setting a new record for the largest point differential in the playoffs. In the next three games, Li Qiang didn’t play much—just enough to ensure the team’s victory.

The forest park had more trees, making it somewhat chilly, with few places to sit, so fewer people came.

Last night, after lying down, Tian Pengpeng remembered the phrase Yu Jiang had said at parting—she hadn’t understood it. Following her diligent-student principle, she searched online herself.

Yun Baozhu was fourteen, just come of age and not yet fully grown, but with rosy lips, white teeth, and a smile like blooming flowers—delicate and adorable. In truth, all these girls were breathtakingly beautiful, each uniquely charming.

Several days later, while buying groceries at the supermarket, he suddenly heard a familiar voice while checking out.

“No. Just disgusted by them.” Tian Chenjing shook his head, then glanced disdainfully at the corpses of the clawed flying rats in the distance.

From Yu Jiang’s gaze, Tian Pengpeng sensed he wasn’t teasing her—he truly needed to find spiritual belonging in this place.

Their team now has the roster of the 100-meter final’s gold and silver medalists, and their personal bests in the 100-meter aren’t at all inferior.

Yet he acted as if he felt no pain at all, immediately rising from the ground and sprinting off into the distance.

Some merely sighed, thinking they’d no longer see that face at school… though they’d barely seen it even now.

Xiang You had never forgotten the girl Yu Xi who haunted his dreams, and toward Xiang Kang, Xiang You felt not only heartfelt envy but also no small measure of hatred.

At twenty-six minutes, the helpless Sain had lost his second tower and was struggling to defend under the high ground.

“You should have been dead long ago!” Mo Yujing’s hand struck—within the next instant, Zuo Yiran was split in two, blood spraying everywhere, the thick stench of blood lingering.

As the news spread, many young geniuses across the Yihuang Continent grew solemn, and the atmosphere turned intensely tense.

The cannon-laden minion line reached the battlefield; the first two melee units died, and the Trickster’s body immediately glowed with a level-up effect.

The Spirit Fox and the Water Droplet 💧 held their ground for a moment, until the fox’s claws began to crumble; soon, the entire Spirit Fox dissolved into heavenly and earthly spiritual energy, returning to the cosmos.

While Yang Fan tore through four high-level dragon-blood creatures with his four claws, the Red Dragon watched him closely—he knew clearly he was no match for Yang Fan, and wished to drive Yang Fan off the Dragon Island before choosing his own evolution; this was a clever dragon.

Fan Ren stood in the center of Ghost Street, aimlessly glancing around. It was said that among the Ghost Market’s merchants were some demons and monsters peddling strange, otherworldly goods from the Six Realms; in his past life, Fan Ren had scoffed at such tales, but now he saw they were true.

Suddenly, Mo Yujing’s eyebrows knotted in his sleep, his hands clenched tightly and trembling uncontrollably.

He knew well that Meng Zhuang consisted of two parts, with a large portion hidden within the Shanhe Map’s guidance, not yet manifested.

“Moon viewing is just an excuse—I really just wanted a quiet place to talk with you,” Shen Tu Yi spoke plainly.

Unaware, sunset arrived; the Imaginary One returned unscathed from his “great destruction,” loudly demanding supplies.

Shan Yan Du burst into laughter—he had always been tied to the title of “literati,” priding himself on his carefree, elegant nature, believing that unrestrained indulgence made him superior to the world, yet in the end, he couldn’t even hold his own inner peace, still defeated by external things.

“No, I don’t think so. I’m just wondering why you’re so certain she’ll come find you in three days—aren’t you afraid she’ll run away?” Li Junfeng asked, puzzled.

Is he really here alone, having stormed the Apei family’s headquarters and defeated their many experts?

Nie Feng, who had already believed himself the strongest under heaven, couldn’t help but blush with shame—he was a frog at the bottom of a well. This Tianyuan Continent truly teemed with hidden dragons and tigers, concealing so many powerful cultivators.

“Master Nie Feng, I’ve just successfully broken through to the Apprentice Mage level, hehe!” Ling Na said happily.

Because the Chaos Realm is home to countless races, each with different customs and beliefs, such a place can hardly be unified—unless a god appears. But does a god even exist in this world?

The others in Long Ying felt the same—a trace of fear. Legends said the difference between realms was immense: the vortex solidified, insight awakened, and power far surpassed the Ashen Realm. They were likely doomed.

“I have no parents—I was an orphan picked up by my master,” Yang Cong replied honestly. He had a thought in his heart, but found it too melodramatic and wasn’t sure.

Its most fundamental principle is to refine the current realm’s technique as thoroughly as possible while also improving the next realm’s technique as much as possible.