Chapter 46

Because Xin Man had spoken right to his heart, he indeed harbored a tiny bit of impure motives, wanting to grow close to Qin Keyan. Yet it was also purely because of a simple favorable impression, compounded by the fact that he was genuinely influenced by Qin Keyan and desired to study diligently.

Once admitted to the Imperial Academy, he would at least have the status of an Imperial Student as a foundational guarantee. Even if his future path of official career examinations proved bumpy and he failed to qualify for the metropolitan examination via graduation, serving as a private secretary for someone with the status of an Imperial Student would still earn him a few more taels of silver than merely holding the status of a promoted scholar.

A sound of bone cracking echoed out. Yun Feiyang's entire right arm was snapped, and his face was twisted in agony.

"To think that Miss Xia lives in a place like this," Yan Fenghua exclaimed with a sigh, unable to help feeling a touch of pity for Xia Yezi.

The command center failed to issue a timely and effective report on the sudden battlefield changes. By the time the squadron leaders understood the severity of the situation, the scene had already plunged into complete chaos. Within a mere twenty minutes, the White Tiger Military Soul had suffered well over three thousand casualties out of its fifteen thousand men.

The lamplight illuminated his smooth forehead, and his ink-like eyes were lowered slightly as he concentrated on the bamboo slips in his hands.

"No..." Xia Ye was so terrified that every hair on her body stood on end. With her eyes tightly shut, she expected the man counting one, two, three to finish, but instead of hearing three, she heard a muffled grunt. Then, her foot was abruptly released.

As the levels of zombies and magical beasts in the apocalypse continued to rise, the height and sturdiness of the perimeter walls here gradually became inadequate. Only walls like those of human bases, reaching over eight meters in height and two to three meters in thickness, could shoulder such heavy responsibilities.

If Fan Hongdao no longer accepted employment from the Yang family, then morally speaking, he naturally no longer had to obey the commands of the eldest young master of the Yang family.

Reaching out, she gently stroked the ring on the necklace through her collar. The icy texture had long since absorbed a bit of lingering warmth, no longer as cold and rigid as before.

Yet Nan Changqing grew even more displeased, a deep frown forming a vertical crease between his brows, as if Yun Qingrou's voice were intensely grating to his ears. He shifted his body slightly.

As for wine flasks, thousands of empty ones already littered the ground. No one dared to come and clean up or tidy the place. Inside Jiu Feng's ring, however, there were no other items left—only countless wine flasks, still completely filled.

Watching Bai Zhanqi carefully retrieve that piece of clothing from a nearby cabinet—garments said to be the finest belonging to Bai Gang—Bai Xue could not help a wave of sorrow washing over her.

As soon as this topic was brought up, Ban Honghu's eyes began to light up. Being related by marriage to the Emperor would elevate his status by yet another tier of nobility, so he was more than happy to see the matter concerning Princess Xile come to fruition.

"Understood. Thank you, Your Highness, for sparing our lives." Hearing this, the two men hurriedly replied, terrified that the god of slaughter before them might suddenly go back on his word.

Mo Tong noticed that KD, ranking first with overwhelmingly brilliant battle records, stood out quite glaringly amidst a sea of blue tones.

After all, once the power of domains or the power of rules reached a stalemate where both sides were evenly matched, what would they rely on to compete?

Red Stone did not move. Dressing her master was far too ordinary a task; if she were even stripped of this duty, how could she serve Yun Simi properly?

Feeling the terrifying might of this sword strike, Han Lin dared not be negligent. Even more worried that it might provoke an even stronger Sword of the Cloud Wall, he chose to evade. Relying on his exceptional speed advantage, he swept around the bombardment of sword qi like lightning and returned once more to that stretch of earth forest.

In an instant, daytime transitioned into night. While this did not hinder cultivators with night vision from seeing their surroundings clearly, it still felt somewhat disorienting. Gu Qingyu slightly narrowed her eyes and looked around, her ears already catching rustling sounds as fat-headed, big-eared black armored beetles crawled out from the soil one after another, swarming toward her.

Although she did not know that man was Zhu Changxun, the fact that he could call her by name meant he certainly knew she was his fiancée.

Inside the dim carriage, Jiang Shu gazed at Zhu Changxun, who wore a faint smile in his eyes. She thought about proposing right then to cancel the engagement, which she had been brewing for a long time, but as her lips parted, she suddenly did not know how to broach the subject, a slight look of distress appearing on her face.

At present, he possessed the strength of a 2-star Saint realm; ordinary blades and swords could hardly harm him, merely inflicting a trace of dull pain.

Wumei flew into a rage. Lengthening his arm, he casually snatched the Zen staff standing beside the pillar and swept it horizontally toward Zhu Xiangru with a rushing sound. His Zen staff was about azhang long and as thick as a teacup. This sweep carried a roaring wind, and its momentum was astonishing.

Chen Ahfu busied herself alongside Wang Shi and the others while listening to the children's laughter and chatter from the west room. Her heart felt as warm as the rising steam from a cooking pot.

Having fought her way through this journey, Li Yumuan also knew that Gu Qingyu and her companions were definitely not ordinary Golden Core cultivators, but her absent-mindedness still stirred a trace of annoyance in the somewhat anxious girl.

Tugging gently on Chen Ahfu's hand, she said with a soft, childish lisp, "Aunty, Jie'er is very clean. I didn't misbehave, and I didn't smudge my face. If you don't believe me, Aunty, look." With that, she stubbornly lifted her face up high.

How dared they treat Wu Yong like this? Had it been someone with a more fiery temper, the two sides would surely have already come to blows.

"Why did you do this?!" Jiang Shu's expression abruptly changed, and she fiercely hurled the sachet at him.

In the three hundred and fifty-first year, Wushuang reached the early Heavenly stage. In the four hundred and forty-third year, I reached the late Earthy stage.

Slowly opening her eyes, she heard Chen Nuo still rambling on about something hot in the east and hot in the west...

Before they had even awakened from the nightmare of their clansmen being entirely slaughtered, they encountered today's calamity, and even the corpses of their kinsfolk were about to be lost.

Seeing Xiao Cheng smoothly steer the conversation away, Wu Zhiwu let out a breath of relief and began to pant slightly. Xiao Cheng found this amusing and could not help shaking his head with a smile.

"Yet I still prefer calling you older brother. Can we not change it, please?" Xiyu pouted and pleaded.

"Sigh." Liufeng Wanqing looked at the successor of the Liufeng family before her—one whom she had painstakingly nurtured for many years—her heart filled with contradictions.

We were all grieving, reflecting, and feeling lost, waking up from that state of over-arrogance. In this world, there are far too many things where we have no final say. The only thing I can do at this moment is to hold tightly onto Xu Chen's hand, supporting each other as we walk onward to face all the unknowns.