Chapter 61: The Misfortunate College Student

A tremendous shockwave radiated in all directions, causing the very fabric of space to shudder violently. Every house in Zhang Family Town trembled, sending its residents fleeing outdoors in terror, casting anxious glances toward the battlefield. Liang Min found himself at a loss for words. After a moment of silence, he murmured a quiet farewell and strode toward the main gate.

With a thundercloud storm covering hundreds of miles, its power was nearly equivalent to that of a peak late-stage Thunder Martial King—perhaps even approaching the realm of a Martial Emperor—unleashing the most devastating thunderstorm techniques relentlessly.

“Don’t make it sound as if you’ve actually done it and mislead your audience!” Su Miao’s brow twitched as she scolded with stern seriousness.

The wind outside howled, and snow fell in thick, biting flurries. Standing outside for just a moment was enough to freeze a person half to death. Although Cui Ning was loath to have eavesdroppers, she dared not treat human lives lightly.

Lu Qingfeng spared Gu Yue because he knew he could not kill him. Watching as Gu Yue fled in a blood-escape, Lu Qingfeng felt no regret; on the contrary, seeing him escape just as he had planned brought Lu Qingfeng a secret satisfaction.

“Bai Weiyang, are you challenging me to a duel of swordsmanship?” An icy voice rang out from within the house. Yu You’s figure shot forth, with He Yuxiao following close behind, casting a hostile glare at Bai Weiyang.

“Rest assured, Lord Xie; the Sun family will certainly not fail the people of the world!” Sun Xianhui returned the salute with a gentle smile, his bearing far surpassing that of the so-called elders of the Sun family.

Zhuge Buli raised his hand, flicking his fingers to trigger a hidden mechanism. A rain of needles shot forth from his sleeve, hurtling toward the two men’s chests.

“Your second brother seems quite eager for you to stay in Liangdu,” Su Miao remarked with a mischievous smile, propping her chin on one hand as she lounged against the carriage wall on their journey home.

Gongsun Zhuanghu was shocked and looked toward the old monk, only to see flames roaring upon his body.

Long Yue’s lips curled into a faint smile as he gazed calmly at Gongsun Bufan, as though he could see through every secret hidden within a person’s heart.

At first, all eight headed down the middle, pretending it was just a test. Then one slipped away in secret, so that by the time the enemy realized and rushed to the top lane, it would likely be too late.

Yang Zhao seemed to trust the Undying Smoke completely; hearing his words, he simply nodded and asked no more. Ye Suiyun’s heart was finally at ease—he knew the Undying Smoke had deliberately covered for him, and realized he must have already recognized him.

Stones’ cross from the wing was headed away by Liang Xiran. Rashford controlled the ball, now about two meters outside the penalty area. He was still considering turning for a shot when Liang Xiran pressed against his back before he could even pivot.

All other battles had ground to a halt. Yu Guanjue, Fang Jingshou, and Zhao He watched Chen Feng with concern, but the men from the Underworld Tower were eyeing them like wolves. If they approached, another deadly struggle would erupt.

But Master Qingjue had no spiritual energy to fortify his body—it had long since collapsed. If struck by those blades, the wounds could be fatal.

Zhang Shujie didn’t linger with the ball. He planted his left foot firmly beside the rolling ball and gently flicked it upward with his right, sending it soaring with a spray of grass. Weidenfeller was ready, but the moment he saw the ball leave the ground, he gave up on the save.

The Mist Veil Sect had risen from the brink of annihilation in her hands—a struggle not easily summarized in a few words.

They had killed quite a few of the black-clad men outside the city—twenty or thirty at least. More died outside than within, because those outside had overestimated themselves and tried to besiege the three experts from Wudang and Shaolin, only to court death.

At nine o’clock sharp, as the clock chimed, the doorbell rang. There was no need to guess; it was definitely Lele’s younger sister.

You’re not going to accept me? Then I’ll just keep following you, sticking to you, driving you mad until you can’t stand it anymore… As toffee mused thus, she gnawed on a steamed cornbread and chased it with cold water.

Leaving the teahouse, they discovered they were staying at the same inn—what a coincidence! The group headed toward their lodgings together.

“Tsk, tsk, this is the best you can do?” Yitong sneered as she rolled up her sleeves to help me clean up the mess.

“These young masters’ families truly have resources—using someone like that as a bodyguard!” I was at a loss for words.

When the gilded clock in the bedroom struck twice, Qing’er quietly sent the steward to fetch the imperial physician. Upon arrival, the physician checked her pulse and said she would have to wait another five or six hours. Qing’er insisted that if her labor turned dangerous, the child must be saved first. The physician replied that he would consult the Ninth Prince.

Before I could launch into an impassioned speech, Xiyi pressed a hand over my mouth and, with a wave, lifted the spell on everyone.

Qing’er herself served a cup of tea to Consort Liang, who smiled gently as she took it, cradling it in her hands. Qing’er too warmed her own hands on her teacup.

Nevertheless, a gift was purchased, and the thought was what counted. Xia Yu reached out for a piece—it was indeed quite pretty.

Full resistance to all five elements plus one counted as one attribute; plus twelve meant twelve attributes. That level was reserved for only the most elite violet tier. Back during that world quest at the mountain temple, the reward was merely of this caliber.

“Is it really that bad?” Chu Ye scratched his head, only to see dandruff falling like snowflakes. It was only then that Chu Ye became aware of his own hygiene.

However, when the guards around Sanhao Yixing tried to apprehend the guide, they found he had already slipped away in the chaos of the night. At that moment, the “guide” Sanada Masayuki was galloping toward a high mountain northeast of Sakai Town—the command post of Yu Qiuping—his heart full of resentment toward Yu Qiuping.