Chapter 157

"Alright, I'll keep him occupied for now; let's talk about it when you come to class tomorrow." No matter what, Teacher Zhang had to take charge of this matter first.

"Do it now?" someone asked, while others stared eagerly—they didn’t want to sit around bored waiting for Liu Kuang to return.

Once the dual seals were formed, Gu Chen let out another low roar, locking his qi entirely onto the crystal orb on the Eclipse Fire Eagle’s beak; with a sudden sweep of both palms, two deafening explosions echoed as the black tower and fire lotus shot toward the Eclipse Fire Eagle like lightning.

Wang Hanyu smiled but didn’t respond, pulled the person to sit down, and shifted the conversation to their children, smoothly moving past the topic.

In her previous life, she was known as the Thousand-Hand Ghost Doctor—even gunshot wounds posed no challenge to her.

Li Dan wasn’t afraid of her, but her reaction felt off; after thinking carefully, his heart sank—could his offhand remark have actually come true?

A simple sentence stirred deep ripples in Wang Yong’s heart. Indeed, great masters produce exceptional disciples; this relentless human spirit, this unwavering pursuit of human limits, was truly beyond ordinary people.

While stroking Song Qingchun’s hair, Su Zhi Nian heard her mutter “Yinan Ge” again through the sound of running water; unable to resist, he tightened his grip, making her scalp ache as she groaned in protest.

It was lunchtime again; since tasting Cheng Jinzhou’s real rice, she hadn’t missed a single meal and always ate until full. The journey, in fact, never left De’an’s territory, leaving those with “chaotic” ideas no opportunity to exploit.

Zhao Jingya frowned—being rejected face-to-face embarrassed her, and she wanted to walk away immediately, but remembering her tuition for this semester hadn’t been secured, she had to hold back for now.

Upon touching the cane, Qinglong could walk with its support; though his vision was pitch black and he couldn’t see the ground, he smiled—his fear was receding further and further. Qinglong pushed open the door and stepped outside, watching the white moonlight illuminate the ground with extraordinary clarity and beauty.

"Your servant dares not!" Song Zheng replied calmly and respectfully, yet internally puzzled: What did that mean? A warning?

"Monk, are you alright?" Zhang Yadong rushed forward and grabbed the monk’s arm—the only arm left; seeing the monk drenched in sweat and pale-faced, Zhang Yadong’s heart sank with deep worry.

Hurrying back to Ghost Valley, the Ghost Doctor immediately lifted the cloth covering Hua Nongyue’s wound, applied hemostatic medicine to stop the bleeding, but that wasn’t enough—if the necrotic flesh wasn’t cut away, the entire arm could be compromised.

Ma Huilan said: In the woods, trees have eyes—what do I not know? Inside the room, walls have ears—what words have I not heard?

Her body rolled uncontrollably down the stairs; Lin Xinyao felt the scenery flipping endlessly before her eyes, her whole body wracked with discomfort.

"Director Zhou, has the court issued any statement? Has the court already learned of this matter?" Hua Nongyue asked bluntly, without ceremony.

"You..." Song Miaomiao didn’t know what to say this time, because she also knew the other person had a bad relationship with Lin Yan; perhaps it was normal for them not to speak.

Yet in the ultra-VIP suite upstairs, Huohua watched this scene and listened to the noise outside, thinking Brother Tian was being ridiculously flamboyant—utterly infuriating—and a faint smile curled on his lips.

This was done solely to enable future possession of other cultivators; thus, many cultivators who obtained the Seven-Colored Spirit Fruit Tree would set up such traps, ensuring that if they ever died, the tree would grant them a second life.

"Man Yan, stay here and don’t wander off—I’ll go check." Qin Tian said with a serious expression.

Now that Su Lingge had provoked this, though in self-defense, she had clearly stirred up trouble.

Learning that Zhang Yu’s relentless climb upward was driven by such noble goals, she felt a flicker of admiration, yet also a pang of frustration at his lack of progress.

But according to Sun Shishuai’s description, this Jiyang Xiong truly seemed to be from the Dragon-Digging Society—creating a contradiction between the two events.

"Since this is a class activity, everyone can suggest ideas and pick a place," Mu Zihan said, noticing everyone’s low spirits.

Under such a massive cavalry charge, even Dao-level experts must retreat; the sheer aura of thousands of soldiers alone was unbearable for ordinary people.

If ordinary people investigated, it would be fine—even if they searched, they’d find nothing.

"I clearly saw the notice posted recruiting for positions like Thunder Beast Monitor and Scribe—why aren’t they hiring?" Chu Feng pointed to a prominent notice board in the hall.

Yet two people stood in stark contrast to this lively atmosphere—An Youran and Luo Han, their eyes shadowed by heavy dark circles, curled up like lazy pandas in a corner of the pasture, radiating gloomy, oppressive energy.

Jees obviously supervised Yan Zhengxi to prevent cheating; together with several locals, they entered the forest to hunt. Although Yan Zhengxi knew nothing about hunting, Jees painstakingly taught him how to draw the bow, apply force, and aim at prey, then began hands-on practice.