Volume 1, Chapter 48: The Lover from a Past Life

Fu Che: "Who is Xue Junping?"

Bai Qianqian turned toward the voice, her eyes instantly widening. This man was incredibly handsome—his features sharp and defined, tall and well-built, with fair skin; he was exactly her type.

“Thank you.” Qiao Ke’er took the porcelain bowl handed by the elder, drinking as if she had been parched for days.

Zhou Xin was completely drunk, Tan Ziyang was dazed and confused, and only Ji Ming and Wang Wei remained relatively sober.

In Linzong, everyone knew that the Immortal Bathing Pool was his private domain. How could anyone just barge in here?

Li Tao seized the moment to dodge, then delivered a punch straight to the arm of the Japanese martial arts master, who howled in pain.

With Li Lan helping to manage the details, many burdens were lifted from Zhang Ming’s shoulders, making him profoundly grateful to have such a reliable partner.

“Master, does that mean… Qiao Ke’er is in great danger? She won’t encounter the corpse demon when she goes out, will she?” Lin Yi asked anxiously.

Hao Zhuang, hearing Song Feng describe Su Han in such a sleazy tone, couldn’t hold back any longer. He glanced at Yan Yu; seeing his leader frowning as well, he decided not to hold back and smashed the wine bottle forward.

Because of her personality, many wanted to get close to her, but very few could actually speak with her. Tang Feng was not a prominent figure in the Martial Arts Academy, so when he cheerfully chatted with Teacher Lu, naturally some people were displeased.

“Alright then,” Bucktooth nodded, placing the bench behind Yin Ling, quickly binding her to it and finishing with a tight knot.

This time—the second, third, fourth, and fifth attacks—were all unrelentingly continuous. Under this relentless onslaught, Guo Dashuang’s eyes darkened to a terrifying degree. Was this what he wanted to see? Absolutely not.

Watching Cui Ze, who looked merely like a high school student, yet acted with flawless precision and thoroughness beyond his own considerations, Tang Liming felt his own life was slipping away pointlessly at his age.

Hearing this, Chu Qing felt a splitting headache. The dance performed by Yin Ji was called “Pear Blossoms Dipped in Dew.” Why that name? Bai Chen, the Soul-Slaying General, also bore the title “Pear Blossoms Dipped in Dew.” Was this merely a coincidence?

Seeing Sun Yaqing’s look that said “Been there, I understand,” Wang Ping immediately grasped what he was talking about.

As long as a man flaunts his strength arrogantly, he is essentially bidding farewell to this world, heading straight toward destruction.

An ordinary person, no matter how strong, what could he possibly wield to slay a level-three monster? His face?

Recently, Qin Lu’s practice of the Nameless Art has fallen behind considerably. Nearly every twenty hours, he was holed up in the lab, constantly researching, reviewing his knowledge of forging, and so many other things. Practicing martial arts? Hardly.

If those jealous stares could be turned into blades and swords, Cui Ze had no doubt he would have been cut to pieces long ago.

It seemed reasonable for him to seek revenge on me. After all, Yi Mingxiu and Yi Shanhe both died by my hand. It was just unclear who he intended to avenge this time.

The butler nodded and said, “Yes, it’s the Third Young Master.” His expression clearly stated, How could I not recognize the Third Young Master?

I never expected to see something I liked here… I sprawled across the bed rolling around, flipping through comics, as Ye Ze slowly came down from upstairs.

“Hello, Principal Fang. My name is Chu Feng. I’m here today to discuss some matters with you.” Chu Feng stood up from the sofa, smiling warmly as he greeted Principal Fang. Chu Feng rarely asked others for favors because of his special status. For school matters like this, all he needed was to notify the education bureau.