Chapter 75

74. Immortal Book (2/3)

Zhou Chang saw clusters of black-yellow fur sprouting beneath Yang Daye’s cheekbones, clustering around his glossy black eyes like a yellow fox showing only half its face in the dark.

Yellow fox was also a local term in Zhou Chang’s hometown for weasel.

“Do I look like an immortal?”

“Do I look like an immortal?”

The half-faced yellow fox smiled sycophantically at Zhou Chang, hoping for his approval, drool dripping from its mouth.

The Zi Gang jade of the “Hundred Horses” scroll is a true national treasure; everything they hold combined likely doesn’t match the value of this single Zi Gang jade piece.

Yu Xi asked, “What are you trying to say?” Aside from Yun Qing, perhaps only Yu Xi knew the reason.

Yuan Hang yawned and said, “Uncle, is there anything else? If not, I’m going to take my noon nap.” He had developed the habit of sleeping fifteen minutes every noon; if he didn’t sleep, he’d yawn precisely at that hour.

“All of this should be credited to Lu Shu.”

“I didn’t tell you earlier because we’d only just started dating, so Qingqing didn’t dare mention it!” Seeing Yan Qingqing momentarily at a loss for words, Liu Dong quickly spoke up.

Jian Nian now understood what was behind Lian Ronglin’s postcard—the moment Lei Ming appeared.

“Chairman, those decorative items are practically useless—we just want…” a Level Two Magic Rune Master spoke up.

“No, I’ve seen enough. I got some inspiration—I need to go back and write it down before I forget.” Preoccupied with starting work soon, Xu Ziling had no time to linger, not even bothering to visit Huang Jiancheng or Huang Lao, let alone sit down.

“Yes.” The black-robed shaman had to obey; just from that instant when his spirit force was powerfully restrained, he felt the man was akin to a Celestial Master of his tribe—but he also felt that impossible, so he called him “Shang Shi.”

For mushrooms, the most hated aspect of this terrain was the enemy’s heavy firepower; attacking here meant being 100% exposed to enemy tanks and artillery—plainly speaking, it was suicide.

Lin Xunzi immediately followed Xiao Yan’s footsteps as they retreated, pouring all their lifetime’s martial arts skill into speed until they put some distance between themselves and Meng Yan’s army, then slowed slightly.

Ning Jing snapped, “What’s it to you?” and walked off without another word. The man hurried after her, shooting Ye Feng a furious glare as he left, as if blaming him for speaking to Ning Jing.

First place? Could it really happen? Many asked themselves this question repeatedly—even Feng Yuxin, who had great confidence in Hu Cheng, felt uncertain.

A grand array gathered atop the mountain, frantically drawing in surrounding heavenly and earthly energy, channeling it into a deep, ancient cave at the peak, becoming a secluded cultivation chamber.

Ao Long, Dan Cheng, Chi Xiao, and the others now knew they were all family, so they exchanged polite pleasantries.

However, since the Three-Star Cards and Federation Currency rewards are distributed at the end of the term, if the Ten Outstanding are displaced before term’s end, they lose these rewards.

Ling Feng fought with bold, sweeping strikes, growing fiercer with each clash; his inner warrior spirit seemed awakened, landing punch after punch against Sikong Xuan.

Jiang Yi frowned; now he sensed the mid-stage Ghost Scholar was no longer mere testing—this one had real intent to kill.

Director Leng took the jade ring, put on his reading glasses, shone a flashlight on it, and felt a warm, smooth sensation beneath his fingers—he was an expert in this field, and instantly recognized the jade not as ordinary, but as an extraordinary rarity, unseen in a thousand years.