Chapter 90: Yipin Hall

“Foolish mortals, this is a fairy sword!” Mi Feizi’s opinion was naturally profound insight.

“How about this—we rest here for now, wait until nightfall, then sneak out to observe, and choose the right moment to break through?” the human-ghost mused before speaking.

At dinner, some were used to eating before dark, finishing quickly and retiring to bed early to conserve strength.

She felt uneasy inside: Could it be… that Brother Bo blamed her for what she’d said last time?

Mo Jingchun, encouraged, also brightened up, and casually mentioned having just run into Bo Qingshan.

She had fainted for two days; Gao Shi had not closed her eyes for two days. Now exhausted, she shut her eyes, nodded, and kept murmuring “Amitabha.”

While Lyon and Jiang Zhe conversed, the live stream’s viewer count plummeted, diverted to the Panda Nation stream.

These past few days, the old lady had been truly vexed, even feeling years older. But what could you expect? She’d finally gotten a crucial piece of intelligence, only for the informant to be killed under tight protection before even confessing—wasn’t that infuriating?

Just as Lei Shan was hunkering down to farm and advance technology, the famed Northern Expedition war broke out.

Nan He happened to turn back and caught him just as he withdrew his gaze—his eyes still glinted with malice, and the next instant their gazes collided.

It wasn’t that Li Ran wanted to search the bathroom; it was that no one else would. After all, the place was filthy and stinking, and who knew if a ghost might trap you there—so the task fell to Li Ran, the most experienced here.

“Ah, you should’ve said so earlier. But I don’t usually go there. Here you go. Honestly, wake up and still nothing’s changed—what a bore…” The shadow vanished again, apparently returning to sleep.

Today was just unlucky—our class got paired with Lu Hui’s for the same PE class. When I saw my good buddy Deng Biao get kicked by Lu Hui, I didn’t act right away; instead, I rushed over with other classmates to help Deng Biao up.

In that instant, Zhu Que realized she’d walked into the enemy’s trap—the so-called flawless assassination had only just begun! She met Mei Ziyuan’s gaze, and her heart turned as cold as snow.

“Congratulations, Mo Yuhong, you’ve obtained a key item—teleporting directly back to your dorm. Other candidates, keep going!” A cold voice suddenly echoed in the surviving candidates’ minds.

He wore that same expression during surgery—come to think of it, he really did look like he was performing surgery on the guitar.

“What are you doing here?” Footsteps sounded behind him. Long Ruoe didn’t turn around—she already knew who it was.

After being shaken up by Bai Ruyu, Lao Jiu felt much better, no longer sleepy, so he packed up and kept traveling. By dawn the next day, he’d only covered half the distance—but beyond Humen Pass, the road improved greatly. Yet as soon as Lao Jiu arrived at Humen Pass, trouble struck.

What they hadn’t expected was that all the guests outside had simultaneously, as if by unspoken agreement, frozen mid-dance, standing utterly still and staring at them. A nearby server bowed slightly, waiting respectfully beside them.

If we can’t annihilate the remaining two bandit chieftains at once, we must plan our escape route in advance.

After the hot water boiled, she scooped two spoonfuls of milk powder into an empty can, then poured in the hot water and stirred.

He Dou found a stone nearby and sat down, smiling faintly at the spirit-seal barrier embedded in the mountainside.

Even Luo Lana, this World-King God, was stunned—not because the people of Xidu had died, but because of the incomplete yet terrifying power left behind here.

If we lose here, we just defect to the other side—no allegiance matters, we’ll just loaf around and wait to die.

“I know—but what if I didn’t burn it?” A Wei glanced at Yang Mo and grinned.

Not long after arriving at Qingkong University, she’d already been scolded twice by teachers—for wandering outside after curfew—and both times, she’d been caught red-handed, with no room for excuses.

Continuing to struggle was pointless; even dealing with the Continent-level Noahs was beyond us, let alone the far more terrifying God above them.

“You little devil, I give up on you. Fine, fine—I’ll add a few more outfits for Yue Xiao, alright?” Dong Shi lightly tapped Su Qingnian’s forehead and laughed in assent.

Who? Wei Wei flipped the newspaper over and immediately saw the giant photo of Alabasta’s hero, Crocodile.

The Blood Demon Pool was filled with the blood of cultivators, and this blood supplied Su Feng with spiritual energy to restore his body—he absorbed it almost greedily.

The room fell silent. Yang Qinglian choked for breath, struggling to wrench his hand from Jie Kong’s grip. The monk thought he was up to his old tricks, about to throw a tantrum like a corrupt official—he glared, eyes blazing like the wrathful golden statue in a temple. Yang Qinglian, terrified he’d be beaten, instantly fell still.

The two swords clashed—initially, no ripple stirred, like fallen leaves on water. Then suddenly, a gale erupted; the tiny patch of sky above darkened with storm clouds.

Bai Hua nodded with a smile. Between severe and minor cases, doctors and nurses naturally prioritize the critically ill. Old Wang understood that—it was just idle banter.

Tang Qian emerging from her space before them meant she trusted them and wasn’t afraid of them knowing. It was they who dared not ask; Tang Qian wasn’t the type to volunteer such things, so even though they wanted to know, they’d held off until now—only jealousy finally pushed them to speak up.

Indeed, Su Feng didn’t wait long—Ye Guyun finally turned to him, his lips returning to their earlier confident smile.

Once Old Wang confirmed temporary safety, he slipped into the pet shop, passed straight through the store, and entered the taming room.

“Uncle, you’ve brought this up many times, and I’ve answered many times—this time, it’s the same: I disagree,” Lu Xiyue said coldly.

With those words, he merely lowered his gaze—and an overwhelming pressure surged toward the Three Heavenly Immortals, crushing them until they could barely breathe.

But the Barbarian Tribe clashed in full-scale war with Mingye’s army. Reinforcements kept arriving on both sides, completely ruining his plan—now it was time to make a choice.

After a moment of dizziness, Zhou Chunfeng scratched his head—he now stood at the very bottom.