Chapter 22

Back when Yu Jintian inherited the family business in the southern city, he developed it within a year to such a degree that it caught the attention of the Rothschild family, who bypassed standard protocol to promote him directly to their management level.

The drivers waiting along those three roads, initially irritable, were now filled with smug satisfaction. If they told their friends about today’s events, wouldn't they be green with envy?

Upon hearing Nan Jinnian’s response, Xia An’an curled her lips, though she still couldn't manage a genuine smile.

Perhaps having spent so long amidst slaughter and conquest, Su Zhao grew to truly love this simple, slow-paced life.

However, when I turned my gaze toward her, my heart went cold. The little rascal was looking down, twisting the hem of her clothes with both hands, wearing a bashful expression.

“A disciplinary hearing is generally reserved for instructors and students who have committed serious violations. Once such a hearing is convened, it usually spells dismissal or severe punishment.” Even Li Zhien understood the implications of a disciplinary hearing.

This is because television dramas contain relatively more content, and revealing a small detail occasionally not only avoids spoilers but actually sparks audience interest; films, however, are a different story.

I only knew he called my name several times. I wanted to answer him, but I lacked the strength even to open my mouth. Finally, my vision went black, and I lost consciousness.

Goya paid no attention to what music was playing. He only wanted the sound to vibrate so intensely that he couldn't think—that was his ultimate goal. The music looped in his headphones over and over, and eventually, he drifted into a numb, hazy sleep.

Sun Zhongmou remarked from the side that this "Eight-Step Fatal Strike" was like that: it was essentially immune to all weapon-based attacks. Unless the weapon was incredibly powerful, it was difficult to injure him.

So-called ninjutsu is actually a variant of the demonic path, built upon its foundation with all sorts of flashy, superficial changes.

After several days of observation, Yang Quan clearly sensed that the zombies seemed to have developed an instinct to avoid harm and seek advantage.

In the distance, Donghuang Taiyi, pinned to the ground by the Black Flame Demon Blade, watched the scene where Jiang Ming slaughtered Di Jun, his entire dragon form stunned in disbelief.

At the base of the Tongtian Tower, Shen Gongbao chanted an incantation and pointed his sword-finger. The void rippled, revealing a hidden space.

Zheng Mingzhi and Wang Er had searched everywhere they could think of, yet there was still no sign of Hu Lai. Zheng Mingzhi even went to inquire, and while there was a "Hu Lai" on record, it was a man. Once again, the two reached a stalemate.

Angela and the man in the flat cap never expected that the Shenghui Group would shift its market focus toward an obscure brand.

In the blink of an eye, an ethereal talisman array slowly took shape, rotating around the original dharma image. Its mysterious shifts were impossible to fathom.

However, after the skirmish with the zombies, Yang Quan was covered in a cold sweat and his hands were trembling with exhaustion, so he decided to eat first.

When Su Zheng finally consumed the decoction he had brewed, he immediately sensed a profound transformation.

The old woman’s words left her feeling both touched and heartbroken. Looking at the frail, skeletal figure, her chest felt as if it were stuffed with cotton, making it difficult to breathe.

The next day, the Lin family of three and the uncle’s family pushed the wheelchairs of Grandpa Xu and Grandma Lin, wandering around the entrance before visiting People’s Road, Wanshou Street, and other places. After lunch, Grandpa asked the uncle to take him home, saying he was worried the roads would be hard to navigate after dark and that the weather was turning bitterly cold.

Moreover, this is a place where strength is king... it is more grounded than those cities made of steel.

Despite her deep reluctance, Yan Qing frowned and resigned herself to letting Xie Mei feed her water. After all, she was currently as weak as a ghost.

What should be done with these test subjects? Totori stood with her hands on her hips, looking at the mess on the floor. A perfectly good sewing club had been turned into an alchemy testing ground. The only things resembling a sewing club were the mannequins, but they had been painted to look like offerings for a cult ritual, appearing altogether eerie.

“But you will still prioritize the big picture, won’t you? No matter how I act, as long as I am willing to complete that goal, you will surely facilitate it for me.” Sage Yun Lan looked at the ground as she spoke, seeming somewhat uneasy.

“Mr. Mu!” A worried Kira Yamato also followed, carrying a pistol that he could only toss, not fire, as he walked up the spiral staircase step by step.

Lilina couldn't help but retreat a few steps. She felt her delicate skin being scraped painfully; she couldn't even open her eyes, and tears streamed uncontrollably from her tightly shut lids, only to be blown away before they could even fall.

Having abruptly left the tense, suffocating atmosphere of high school for the relatively relaxed environment of university, most students harbored more dreams and expectations for the future.

It wasn't just Yan Qing who thought this; everyone present was astonished. These two obscure young men were held in such high regard by Gao Mohan—could these handsome men really be that formidable?

As Meng Yan spoke, he suddenly realized his lack of composure. He averted his gaze to look at the brilliant starry sky, his words sincere and heartfelt.

Ahead, one after another, stone platforms appeared like seats arranged within the grotto. Before every stone door sat a platform, each occupied by a living being, though they were obscured by light barriers, making their specific features impossible to discern.

Cheng Shiyuan was in no mood to argue with these reporters; once he was discharged, these rumors would naturally collapse on their own.

If it had been a few days ago, even if he had employed the Qi Tian Canon and other techniques, he might not have been able to defeat this Xue Luo.

A cold voice emanated from the white-haired old man, filled with a dense, demonic aura and a bizarre mental shock that left people’s minds in violent turmoil.

In the quiet room, a voice suddenly sounding from behind startled Yuecheng Gongye, though his reaction was swift.

The other end of the phone suddenly became noisy, and Ruan Tang could be heard vaguely screaming for her teacher.

The madam of the brothel stood behind them. Feeling that they had lost face, the two couldn't help but vent their anger on Tiansheng.

“I can yield half of the prey here to you, but this guy—I must execute him myself.” Xue Luo stared coldly at Xiao Yi, a terrifying killing intent surging within him.

After all, his cultivation level was far too inferior to Hun Tian’s; no matter how high his talent, it could not compensate for such a gap.

However, the other party was clearly not pleased. A young Ginseng Stone hunter caught the gaze of Jiutian and threatened him with a raised fist: “What are you looking at? Believe it or not, I’ll gouge your eyes out?” The others also gave Jiutian the middle finger—no matter where you go, the meaning of that gesture is universally understood.