Volume 1, Chapter 132: Heretical Teachings or Profound Truths? Two Factions Clash, Shaking the Court and the Country!

At the mention of being caned, the group of youths shivered in unison, clearly terrified of the corporal punishment practiced at home.

Back in the dormitory, once everyone was asleep, Ningning stealthily captured the human soul from Li Siwei.

Twenty years ago, he had nearly brought about the ruin of the Lou family; it was only natural that Lou Hai, now a lieutenant general twenty years later, would be even more formidable.

The following morning, after concluding the court session, Gu Jueqing traveled by carriage through the bustling streets. A gentle breeze lifted the carriage curtains, wafting in a sweet, fragrant scent.

Wen Haoyan and Li Xiu did not reveal their stance. Li Xiu was waiting for Wen Haoyan’s lead, while Wen Haoyan was watching Yuan Ziyi.

The suction grew stronger. She gritted her teeth, prepared to tear herself away with all her might, when suddenly, she felt a cool touch on her hand, followed by a firm grip.

Her words left everyone in the room silent. Chen Feng frowned, his eyes flickering with a piercing light.

Sure enough, Duanmu Hao spoke, his tone casual, yet his words came as a shock to everyone.

Luo Ye, however, decided to go all the way. After knocking down all the royal mages and the Knights Templar, she cast a forbidden spell, instantly encasing the entire palace in ice.

It was such a simple meal of three dishes, yet it brought Liu Shuanzhu to the verge of tears. In all his life, aside from the one good meal he had on his wedding day, he had never enjoyed such a lavish feast.

Though this place was remote, people were constantly coming and going, making it a poor choice for a meeting.

"She seems to be a sleepwalker, too..." Sun Buxi added a lethal jab. His toe was immediately crushed by a hard-soled shoe, prompting him to shut his mouth and return to being a quiet, handsome man.

"I think his life is already hanging by a thread. Even if he knows the Eight Venerable Sword Formation, so what? He will still die at the hands of my future disciple," the Soul Realm envoy, Hun Bi, said with disdain.

Qiao Xin'er was terrified, but the moment she saw Lu Liting, a hint of color returned to her pale face.

After a pause, the Old Lord said solemnly, "You are currently wanted by the Three Realms, and eight hundred years of your hard work are crumbling. You must have risked meeting me because of this."

The total opening of the cultivation techniques, the rewards for the sect tournament, and the two Mysterious-tier elders who seemed to have dropped from the sky all deeply shook everyone to the core.

Yet, below, there were only corpses pierced by spears, with no pool of water to be seen, which meant the water had flowed away.

"Of course it’s true. I reached an agreement with this sword: I bring it out, and it serves me for the time being. But once we leave the Venerable’s Tomb, it may no longer be under my control," Zheng Chen said, not daring to claim he had fully conquered the Yang Venerable Sword—partly for fear of the dragon soul tormenting him further, and partly for fear that Du Li would not believe him.

Of course, this only applied to Zheng Chen. Having studied the first, middle, and final formations of the Eight Venerable Sword Formation in his previous life, he grasped them at a single glance.

"What characteristics?" Tianming was still confused. Why was he unable to understand a word they were saying?

The two drove around searching frantically, eventually finding the abandoned factory within the allotted time, with a Volkswagen van parked outside.

If only he were stronger—strong enough to protect his sister, strong enough to look down upon the Yin-Yang School, the Great Qin, and that so-called Shadow Night.

The two exchanged a glance and smiled, then began to spar without reservation. They fought purely with skill, using no magical arts, no weapons, and no internal energy—just raw combat.

Upon entering the space, Li Zhishi received a message from the Fatty. This guy had set up a special notification for him, much like an instant messenger; the moment he went online, the other party received a prompt. Of course, such behavior required authorization from both sides.

Though he was of the Demon race, he possessed the Metal attribute. While not at full stars—only eight-star quality—his Demon heritage meant he had achieved cultivation success far earlier than humans, giving him a significant advantage over Zhusha.

Otherwise, once Chen Dong arrived in Nanjing, Ouyang Che would inevitably be forced to submit to him due to that line of thinking, rendering all of Li Zhishi’s efforts futile and bringing him back to square one.

Although Lan Lianxia was startled by Ouyang Yi’s actions, her current needs were more pressing than his, so she couldn't care less. With a blushing face, she guided his member into her body.

"I say it’s right, so it is! A