Chapter 186

183. Team Members (1/1)

At that moment, as the aura descended, everyone—including Xiao Yun—trembled involuntarily.

As Liang Dong’s mocking words ended, a string of newly admitted disciples who knew Xiao Yun stepped forward one after another, holding up their identity tokens; faint glimmers flashed, and numbers appeared before everyone’s eyes.

In fact, the Emperor was dissatisfied with Mu Yexiao as Crown Prince for another reason: Mu Yexiao doted on Qian Jiujiu to an extreme, treating every word she said as law.

I handed him the malt candy I’d bought specially on my way home from school; Jiang Sheng snatched it, threw it on the ground, and crushed it under his foot. I was heartbroken—it was the first time I’d ever wanted to buy something for someone else, and Jiang Sheng had smashed it to pieces.

As Zhou Chengzhe was handing out exam papers, the two people descending the stairs hid secretly behind the top-floor staircase; only after Zhou Chengzhe left did Yun Xi and Zhao Yumo come down.

“Where have you been these past few days? And what is this place—did you bring me here?” Shi Tian blurted out all his questions at once.

This training ground was specially designed: even a soul would gain a physical body upon entering. The Black Wing Dragon, nearly crushed to death, felt the familiar aura and its eyes gleamed brightly; it no longer resented Zhu Que’s trash-throwing gesture.

Jiang Sheng learned of Uncle Qin’s death, but since he had no blood ties to the Qin family and was unmarried, he wasn’t obligated to attend the mourning; he merely worried that Qin Changqing hadn’t come to see him in a long time, fearing he still felt guilty over what had happened months ago.

“Of course I’m seeking an heir—why else would I expend the last remnants of my divine spirit to drag you into the Seven-Colored Thunder Abyss? But I never expected to pull in a demon. My legacy must never fall into a demon’s hands, lest it bring calamity to all living beings,” Lei Yun said.

Zong Tao panicked and urgently woke the first and second squad leaders. Both men rubbed their eyes, then gasped in shock.

The Fengjian Sect disciples, caught in the powerful aura released by Xun Sha, staggered like leaves tossed by the wind.

Yebu Wu understood instantly, feinted with a palm, and as the Tianlei Sect members focused on dodging, he flipped and leapt open his spiritual realm, letting Han Bing enter, then vanished through the void, leaving Tianlei Sect behind. Inside Yebu Wu’s spiritual realm, Han Bing found it relatively comfortable and sat cross-legged, using wood-element healing energy to restore his injuries.

Fortunately, Xia Tian hadn’t come here to buy food or anything like that—only a case of purified water.

He Yue swiftly led An Yuchen away; this person wasn’t ugly—just not obviously beautiful.

The three went out to investigate and learned Luo Daoyuan was at the Luo family estate, guarded by two Great Emperors. Over the years, Luo Daoyuan had aligned himself with a major power, so no surrounding factions dared attack him.

Faced with provocation, Princess Ruyu would unhesitatingly remove all obstacles; her attention had shifted from the shyness of seeing Liu An to an absolute determination to find out what he was hiding.

The two arrived at a restaurant, chatting and laughing; it was still before lunch, so few people were there. They entered a private room, ordered several dishes, and began eating and drinking.

Liu An nodded in agreement: in his dream, he had once ridden an airplane, flown into the sky, and such things felt perfectly ordinary in dreams.

Nearby lay a vast grassland, dotted with flowers of every kind, while colorful butterflies danced among them. In the distance rose greenish mountains, endless and stretching as if to the world’s edge.

Liu Ying wanted to say something to salvage the situation, but lacked the eloquence—in this regard, she truly wasn’t as good as Ding Guihua.

The surrounding crowd, seeing the Wudang disciples and the Three Immortal Sect disciples sitting with Bu Feifan, all grew grim-faced.

The old man said this as if even he didn’t believe Xiao Long could endure it.

Everyone was stunned by Ao Chen’s words; Yu Er finally realized this man seemed rather kind to her—look at how Chen Zhixiao and Xiao Jinghong had been tricked: one left with nothing, the other humiliated.

Villagers usually went to bed early, so Lin Xiu’s eyelids gradually began to droop; but thinking of what was about to happen, she felt embarrassed and silently held on.

“Bottle”—the Emperor gasped for breath; speaking so much had drained much of his strength.

Guo Jianshan shared the same intention; the two notified Hu Qingguo and the others to convene a meeting, agreed on the plan, and had the Discipline Inspection Department transfer the relevant evidence to the Procuratorate.

Xiao Long spoke honestly, but drew laughter—everyone knew how difficult it was to enter meditation during cultivation; this guy dared claim he could meditate under such conditions? What else could it be but deception?

The losses this time were severe; many were seriously injured and poisoned, leaving no time for scheming or intrigue.

“Are you willing to settle this with me here?” Li asked Zuozhu, dead serious.

The Jiao Wang had noticed Wang Chuan’s cultivation level was merely Golden Immortal; he’d never taken Wang Chuan seriously until now.

During this period, everyone had feared retaliation from Daye Gang, but after ten days passed with no action, many began to entertain Jiaoxing thoughts.

As Zhao An continuously formed seals, winds surged wildly from all directions, swirling like a vortex and gathering in his palms, transforming into countless wind blades that slammed violently against the protective barrier.

“I’ll go check on Li—he’s Ye Mi’s junior brother!” Ming Jing shrugged, his figure slowly fading and vanishing.

After completing the necessary wedding rituals, with both sets of parents and everyone present as witnesses, the bride and groom passed through an unforgettable ceremony; fireworks blazed brilliantly across the scene.

The villagers who had been fleeing, seeing the village chief and the skinny monkey fight fearlessly, rushed forward and engaged the green wolves in battle.

Dark energy spread, forming a five-meter-tall, completely exposed body—solid muscle blocks, clear bodily contours—no longer blurred this time.

Meng Chao had fallen from power, and he was the first to leap forward and denounce Meng Chao’s crimes—this was, in fact, betrayal of his former master.

Even if this valley were the Shengyang site Su Zizhan sought, the place was unclaimed land; Su Zizhan could come, and so could others. Now Su Zizhan intended to use the valley’s Shengyang energy to restore the Stone Fire and aid his cultivation of the Nine-Turn Mystery Art.