Chapter 124: Victory After Victory

When the mission reached its third orbit and prepared for re-entry, the Mercury Control Center was filled with tense air, the room packed with gray control consoles, screens flickering with green numbers and curves.

Lin Ran stood at the center, calm and confident, hands on his hips, breaking the brief silence with a steady voice:

“Qiao, how’s the heat shield data?”

The staff, wearing white short-sleeved shirts, sweat beaded on their foreheads.

He didn’t even dare to like any of them—was it really that hard to just admire a beauty and sneak a free meal?

But ideals and reality still had their gap; just as Bai Lei reached Xiao Hongye’s side, Xiao Hongye’s expression subtly changed, as if sensing something.

“You were just one point away from a perfect score—don’t you feel disappointed? Perfect scores aren’t cabbages you can find anywhere; in the Ten Thousand Beasts Academy, they’re rarer than Sacred Rank.”

“Who among you isn’t skilled in singing and dancing? What’s so strange about that? Only I and Na Mei can’t do it,” Zhuang Xiaoyan laughed.

Mo Baiqing merely sensed it—she didn’t use her spiritual force to scan it closely; even a slight aversion to dirt was still an aversion, and if conditions allowed, she wouldn’t touch such filthy things.

This question, though seemingly directed at everyone, was really meant for Mo Baiqing; she fell silent for a breath, then shook her head.

I’ve always wondered why animated shows never show those cool moves, but after trying other little tricks, I finally understood why it was done that way.

“So you won’t be back until tomorrow? By then it’ll be almost dark, right?” I said. I’d never been there, but I’d seen the place on the map—measuring the distance required a ruler, so it must’ve been far, and with the car ride, it’d be painfully slow.

Compared to Nia, the others were utterly lacking, so they absolutely needed to find ways to improve this ability.

Sensing something approaching, Ye Kuang stopped; upon seeing Ye Zui, he prepared to resume torturing the poor monster.

“Puff!” The Clone of Liansheng took advantage of the Main Demon’s distraction, striking from behind, his right hand shaped into a blade, driving straight through the demon’s chest.

This effect pleased Lin Yu; if the other didn’t provoke him, Lin Yu wouldn’t bother seeking him out.

As they bickered among themselves, Bai Yi calmly used her backpack as cover to pull out the mixed fried rice that Bai Ling had made at the inn; the sweet potato, prepared at the same time and wrapped together in a plastic bag, was meant to be today’s ration.

Lü Tianming’s red arrow, though powerful, hadn’t reached the power of a Primordial Realm cultivator; under Ma Ze’s level suppression, this outcome was predictable.

On the islands, green vegetation covered the tops, stone walls encircled them, and the spiritual energy was denser than outside; some islands housed powerful demonic beasts and rare spiritual herbs of considerable rank.

Yet he himself didn’t realize his lack of confidence hadn’t vanished—it had merely been buried deeper within him.

Ye Ji didn’t lose heart; he lifted Zhen Zun higher, trying to see the object that looked like a ball.

He patted Hao Feng’s shoulder, but Ye Feng didn’t offer comfort—he knew Hao Feng didn’t need words, he needed to cry.

Bai Lao Tai’s sedan flew into a hidden valley, plummeting straight down; the mountain wall opened, revealing the Eight Treasures Cloud Light Cave. The Five Immortals entered, stepping lightly, arriving at Da Xian Hei’s sanctuary—spotless floors, cliff walls glowing without lamps, radiating solemnity.

Liu Xiaoling froze, eyes wide with shock, her pretty face instantly flushing red; she dropped her head, her sorrow instantly replaced by embarrassment.

“Could he have joined the military?” Ye Liaosha’s heart tightened suddenly; she looked up anxiously again at the TV screen.