Chapter 252

Pushing open the door, the room's light was still on, casting a flickering shadow through the window onto the square blue bricks of the courtyard, resembling an abstract painting.

Wu Dao's expression shifted—he knew full well what a Ground-Class Divine Weapon meant, and even in the Cangling Fu, such a weapon capable of letting one challenge a Tianqi cultivator was not something one could simply produce.

"I'm hanging up." Bai Baoguo said, cutting the call before the other side could reply.

Someone even coined a rhyme: "Rather face a bayonet than meet Zhi Bai," to illustrate just how terrifying Zhi Bai was.

"I haven't smoked in years—I've forgotten how." Yu Wei's face carried a wistful sadness as he spoke with self-mockery.

Kunmu Lin's Dark Blade slashed directly into the cracked barrier, shattering it; then, with a spinning kick, he struck Ji Xi in the face, drawing a trickle of blood from the corner of Ji Xi's mouth.

Taige didn't come; Weiwei'an and Gatasha had gone to assist in tracking Wudu, so Ling Xiao had no bodyguard beside him—but here, he wasn't worried about assassins. This was Princess Ai's territory; her knight team provided excellent security.

"What the hell? So many unknown totems—where did they all come from?!" Shocked, Ling Xiao realized this wouldn't end simply.

Those who claim they can't fight should just watch from the side—observe and comment. Such people usually die early.

After a long while, Ling Xiao carried his password case to the bedside and began applying makeup. A stranger's face slowly took shape beneath his fingers, finally solidifying.

The Red Demon's corpse remained motionless. Lu Yu, seeing this, did not advance but instead condensed a golden needle, circling half the corpse, finding an angle, aiming carefully, then firing it straight at the Red Demon's anus.

I rubbed my nose and murmured, "This Li Ning is quite interesting—who knows his background?" Everyone shook their heads in confusion.

Today brought too many high-C moments: first, Yan Zhen, presumed dead, reappeared.

The exam papers from Peng Baoyi's Chunqiu examination room were handed to Sun Yuhai; since the Chunqiu room was short-handed, they swapped some papers with another examination room.

The Tusi, especially those from Dali, had come with urgent matters to discuss with Prince Zhenan—nothing other than the salt wells.

Driven by various factors, after comprehending the Moonlight True Qi Seal, Lu Yu continued to study the Blood Qi Seal.

Da Yang wasn't home—he was playing at the Princess's mansion. Li Jing had been pacing the courtyard waiting, and upon seeing her husband return, she stepped forward with a smile: "You're finally back—I heard you kept Fu the literary prodigy." Seeing her husband hadn't lost weight and looked even more spirited, Li Jing finally relaxed.

Han Shu's first love had returned—a handsome British boy. They were said to have broken up due to family interference.

Moreover, Qin Fengyi ranked fourth among her cohort upon graduating from the Shujishi program.

Ye Chu couldn't help but burst out laughing. If Lu Huai saw this article, his face would turn as black as a soot pot.

At that moment, from deeper within, a sound like thunder and lightning erupted, accompanied by bright flashes and the cracking of hard objects.

"Would it be inappropriate for me to go?" Though Nan Gong Yi wanted more time with Ling Yuwei, he felt tagging along would be too abrupt.

On the surface, Xiahou Cheng seemed unwilling to let Yin Yue's body grow colder. In truth, he was deceiving himself—his embrace held no true Yin Yue.

Fei Hu quickly shook off his panic and smiled: "True enough—everyone's probably just been too busy." Seizing the moment, he glanced at the other man.

Ling Yuwei strained to recall, finally remembering why the scene before her felt so familiar.

With a scream, Fei Hu hoisted Wang Yun over his shoulder and tossed her onto the bed. After a tumultuous tangle, the two in the room clung together like glue.

"I told you—you've got no Jianshi." Zhuan Sun Ji's face wore a mischievous grin, utterly begging to be punched.

This was their custom-made heavy iron-bodied bow, with a terrifying range of a thousand steps—several times that of an ordinary bow. The arrows were specially crafted, elongated iron shafts tipped with triple-edged steel-tipped armor-piercing blades. Only Ground-Class experts could draw it.

"You!" Xiahou Muran glared, his flushed face flaring back up as Xiahou Cheng's words choked him mid-sentence.

Luo Qian'er nodded, watching Wu Xin carry Wu Yun's corpse into the depths of the forest, feeling an inexplicable desolation. Though she'd had little contact with Wu Yun, his ever-smiling face had left the deepest impression on her.

Pre-Heaven cultivators, besides their Pre-Heaven Gangqi, could project their spiritual awareness—without even using their eyes, they sensed everything around them. Jiang Dongyu lacked Pre-Heaven Gangqi, yet could project spiritual awareness—this was why he'd previously frozen the feathers behind his head.

If Qi Zhi'an knew a sniper rifle was aimed at him every day, his legs would surely turn to jelly.

"Can you get stronger?" Zhou Bu Yi was brutally practical—if not, who in hell would stay in this place littered with white bones?

"I'm magnanimous today—I'll spare your life." Xi He Xianzi tossed out the words, her ruqun fluttering as she flew away instantly.

"Mom, where's Dad? Where did he go?" Lan Xiang'er suddenly realized she hadn't seen her father, who always doted on her.

"In my previous world, I was betrayed by a man—I won't give anyone another chance to betray me, not even you. Do you understand?" Mu Qiu's aura shifted instantly; the air around her seemed filled with endless darkness.

Han Wu scanned the surroundings, glanced at the one-eyed giant general feigning death below, and sighed helplessly.