Chapter Forty-One: The Soft and Naive Bai Haochen, So Easy to Bully

If the Charles family were to attack at this moment, with Qin Feng already surrounded by enemies on all sides, not only would victory be out of reach, he might not even be able to protect himself. The experience rewards from the two super quests had propelled Shijia’s level up by another eighty percent; after completing the final SSS quest, “Purify a Hundred Thousand Heroic Souls,” he would undoubtedly reach level forty-nine.

However, I found a rusted bullet casing beside the corpse of the Spider-Man.

Zhang Feng was frightened. His eyes, filled with terror, were fixed on the cold gleam in Ye Yihang’s hand as he backed away. At the same time, he looked at the others with dread, and they too retreated just like Zhang Feng.

Qin Feng didn’t interrupt Han Ningxue. He simply stroked her skin, savoring its delicate smoothness, and wondered to himself—what had he done to deserve this? If he had known how much he would care for this girl now, would he still have taken her innocence back then?

In an instant, a powerful aura erupted from Leng Yan. Around us, black winds began to howl, their whistling sound sharp and chilling.

Such fierce firepower had an astonishing effect: throughout Jingzhou City, more than ten thousand soldiers of the Fifth Brigade of the Hubei Army stood agape and all made the same choice—to flee.

Qinghua was carrying my child. Though she didn’t ask me to take responsibility, she was my wife in a sense. The thought that she bore my child filled me with regret. Now that Qinghua was pregnant, how could I possibly ask her to help me fight the spiders?

After a few polite exchanges, Nie Zhenbang got straight to the point. As a leader and head of a government office, it was impossible for him to be free from pressing matters. He was always counting his time down to the minute.

Now it was Qin Feng’s turn to be surprised. Could it be that Chejir still didn’t know his identity? After all, wasn’t he the Charles family’s greatest enemy?

Mi Dou smiled wryly to himself. That old man could travel heaven and earth in an instant, likely even more formidable than the scholar in the blue robe. He had given his instructions clearly and deliberately: do not take the classic examination lightly, take it seriously. There must be hidden reasons he couldn’t understand.

“Brother Feiyu, you and I are both among the Eight Young Masters, yet we have never sparred. Why not seize this opportunity today and see who is superior?” Cang Jianfeng said coldly.

Ning Qingyun, standing close to Shen Yuanxiu to care for her, instinctively shielded her when Bai Wushuang made his move toward them.

He became one of the most prominent figures, so much so that the mere mention of Lin Tianxuan’s name would leave the cultivation world shaken, hearts uneasy, and courage drained.

To put it plainly, these people were gamblers, but when they gambled, it was with their lives, staking everything to achieve what they desired. In this sort of gamble, they simply wanted to watch the spectacle. Now, upon hearing there was an even greater commotion, they were naturally delighted.

Wu Zibo charged forward in an instant, countless saintly figures materializing behind him, thundering as they struck.

This situation, however, was precisely what Zhou Yu liked to see. If he drew too much attention now, it would only invite trouble. By keeping a low profile, he had become extremely busy in the Qilian Camp, all because of the academy he was establishing.

At this thought, sweat broke out on Cai Yu’s forehead. He looked at Liu Qing and asked, “Mr. Liu, what is Senior Zhou Yu’s true level?” If he had addressed Zhou Yu as “senior” before only because of rumors, now he was truly convinced and respectful.

The old man’s hair was disheveled, and he looked utterly bedraggled, his eyes nearly devoid of consciousness.

A chilling gloom blanketed the sky, shutting out the sun. Ghostly blue flames flickered on and off in the mountains, gray-black shadows darted about, making the place seem a true ghost realm.

This performance of the Scarlet Cloud Staff striking the Golden Alms Bowl had just begun. Tang Qin sat cross-legged, watching as the staff beat against the bowl. After about half an hour, tired of the monotonous sound, she formed a hand sign, and the staff split into eight, circling the bowl to play a melodious tune.

“Failure!” Song Yu asked knowingly, but still unconsciously tightened his grip on the wine glass.

A heavy arrow strike landed, shattering his ice shield and forcing him to run again.

The three of them crept into the low shrubs. Tang Qin took three leaves from her storage pouch and stuck one on each of them.

But before the message could be sent, a powerful mystical light appeared above Chu Zifeng’s head.

Everyone present turned slightly pale at the news; Wei Youlan’s heart skipped a beat and raced anxiously.

Chu Zifeng conjured a ball of mystical light in his hand and hurled it down toward Buzhou Mountain.

Seeing Qingyangzi blocking his way, a cruel smile crept across Jiang Yifan’s black-marked face. Suddenly, black flames burst from within him, coiling around his body like a dragon. He reached out, grabbing toward Qingyangzi.

Although no one knew why Dantai Wu acted as he did, Dantai Ya understood. Dantai Wu’s weapon, like Zilong’s, was a dagger. Seeing Zilong’s wild yet fierce moves, he could not miss the chance, nor did he believe any harm would come to Zilong.

“Three thousand years exactly. If not for you, this would have been my limit… You truly are the star that breaks the path,” the Prophet said softly, looking at Zilong.

Though none of the three elderly doctors were surgeons, they still had surgical supplies like gauze, forceps, and kidney dishes. The half-bald doctor quickly pressed a kidney dish to the old master’s acupoint at the center of his forehead.