Volume 1, Chapter 50: Are You Insane?

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However, the "Son of the Primordial Realm" seemed entirely deaf to his words, showing no intention of fleeing whatsoever. The bowstring in his hand was slowly drawn back, and the tip of the arrow shifted as his body turned—one moment aiming down the subterranean tunnel, and the next suddenly swinging toward the "Handkerchief of Annihilation."

Gao Chong’s party crossed the valley and headed straight west without turning back. After traveling for over two hours, they reached the banks of the Yellow River, followed it downstream for a while, and finally found a ferry crossing. From the ferry to Xingqing City was a journey of just over eighty li.

Zheng Ding burst into hearty laughter and promptly instructed his men to lead Zhou Can and the others to take a rest, telling them to return to the tent for orders after noon without being late. Zhou Can expressed his gratitude repeatedly before departing with the personal guards.

"No, I haven't lost yet. Don't think that just because I look like this, I've lost. I haven't lost! How could someone with the spirit of the battle wolf ever lose!" Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Juelang licked his lips and said leisurely.

"Is big brother thinking of Brother Muyun too?" Hearing Tie Xiaofan's voice, Tie Shaohua turned his head to look at her.

Still, he thoroughly agreed with Luo Yin's words. Moreover, Li Yu was the brother he had the closest bond with and the highest talent; it was he who had initiated this endeavor in the first place. If anyone else wanted to snatch the role of lord away from him, they would first have to ask if Zhou Bao's fists agreed.

Therefore, even the head of discipline was instantly unable to tell what kind of person this Chu Feng really was.

"What mission?" I asked with a trace of doubt, quietly muttering to myself in my heart. How could this NPC act just like a real person and actually be capable of thinking? It's truly bizarre~ At that moment, the beggar actually nodded.

"Sister Yan'er rarely comes to school, but for some reason, the frequency of her visits seems to have increased lately," a student explained when faced with Zhong Lingyu's inquiry. Zhong Lingyu nodded; this much he already knew, figuring it was likely caused by Su Rui giving her reasons to worry.

"Sigh, if that's how you think, you might as well just let him be your son." Cao Jingjing's remark left Cao Jianmin completely speechless.

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"Mr. Luo, how is it that your left hand can draw just as well?" Pei Ruyi stared in astonishment at the plate of fruit Luo Luoyin had just sketched with his left hand.

What she had in mind was that since Liu Zhendong was bound to be transferred anyway, why bother souring relations with him over the affairs of the Xinhu Branch? Besides, she had no one else on hand capable of succeeding Tang Tianhe, so it would be better to just drop the matter here.

Among the remaining men in black and purple-robed cultivators, those with nimble minds watched as Shen Boyan—a Foundation Establishment cultivator whom they regarded like a deity—was beaten so soundly that he fled in a panic, and they immediately thought of slipping away.

Wen Xun had been standing there all along, watching her car vanish completely without a trace. Her urgency, her worry, her panic and dread all stabbed deeply at his heart. Even though he repeatedly tried to comfort himself by saying that was her own brother and it was only natural for her to worry about him, he still could not control this surging bitterness.

Gu Xiangyue sighed inwardly, knowing that although he was a revered Core Formation cultivator—whose cultivation base was, theoretically, a cut above Shen Boyu's—Shen Boyu was also at the half-step Core Formation stage, merely holding his power in reserve. Unless he deployed his true abilities, he could not hope to win.

Pei Ruyi was stunned, standing frozen in place, not knowing what to do. Luo Xun gently took her hand once again, guiding it to transform that single leaf into a withered leaf in the midst of a fluttering, drifting descent to the ground.

He had learned that Weng Han was the one who engineered the car accident, yet he made no move whatsoever. Such outward calm only served to make people all the more restless and uneasy.

Though he felt a twinge of worry about his upcoming meals—after all, having tasted the food cooked by his wife, it was impossible to find anything else appetizing anymore—

Call her selfish, call her cold-detached; all she sought was a simple life free from distractions, and she truly lacked the emotional bandwidth to bear any more burdens.

"This... this..." Many people attempted to ask what on earth these things were, but after several strenuous efforts, they were still left stuttering, unable to articulate a single fluent sentence.

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As for quantities, they all used a decimal system because everyone had two hands with ten fingers. For every two fists gestured, a mark was carved into the ground to keep a record, making it easily understood by both sides.

With a crisp sound resembling a mechanical spring, a deep entrance abruptly split open at the bottom of the God-Refining Grotto, followed instantly by a vast curtain of light that poured downward, blanketing the monstrous beast from the heavens down to the earth.

The old master nearby seemed much the same; his eyes were half-closed at this moment, his entire mind and spirit wandering far beyond the mundane world.

These were the commanders and soldiers who had been won over by Lu Yang's brilliance, yet their total number fell short of thirty thousand—not even twenty percent of the two-hundred-thousand-strong army. Even so, this was more than enough to fill Lu Yang with ecstatic joy.

Sure enough, within this brief span of moments, the person who had just been pounded into a pulp of flesh and blood by his Star-Crushing Disk was already swiftly reassembling his physical body not far away.

This remark neatly swept all responsibility for the matter off his own shoulders. Regarding such a Qin Xiang, Ju Que indicated he had no idea what to say either. Just as he was about to ask who was in charge on August's side, Qin Xiang—having guessed what he was thinking—took the initiative to explain.

The subsequent classes proceeded entirely by the book. Although Min Xue had become a celebrity within the training center, the instructors who followed clearly did not know who he was.

"I will never commit such a low-level mistake again next time." The back of the logistics support team leader's shirt was already thoroughly soaked with his own sweat, and beads of perspiration squeezed out across his face.

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