Volume One, Chapter 83: Tempests in the County Examination Hall—The Examinee Next Door Turns Out to Be My Uncle

While everyone harbored their own thoughts, Luo Feng’s attention was fixed solely on the Blood Asura. Years ago, due to certain circumstances, countless martial artists of the demonic way had chosen to withdraw from the martial world. Yet now, their return was enough to draw the eyes of all upon them.

Yang Rou’s impatience had long since faded; she even felt a measure of gratitude—otherwise, who knew when their paths might cross again? One could not help but admit that fate still bound them together.

Perhaps exhausted from weeping, Zhao Xiran raised her head to look at Cheng Xiao, noticing how the place against his chest where she’d slept was already soaked with tears. She gave an awkward, sheepish smile.

When the two had first come to lay the formation, night had already fallen. Now, with the array complete, dusk seemed to have deepened even further.

Just as Chen Zheng thought the matter had concluded, his heart gave a sudden jolt. His brow furrowed inexplicably as a faint sense of foreboding crept over him.

The car lost control, careening off the roadbed. In the final moments, his foster mother mustered all her strength to push Paul out through the window.

“By the way, I saw your résumé. You’ve been studying abroad for years—why did you suddenly return home?” And, why are you short of money?

Looking back now, Lu Ming realized he felt little nostalgia for all that had happened in the Federation World.

After Lu Ming killed the other players, Elder Xue personally piloted the Candle Dragon to try it out.

Fu Jingyu reached out, ruffling the two children’s hair, then took them into the nursery to see the candies.

The original Li Bai had died of drink, and it just so happened that the Li Bai who’d been crushed by the crystal chandelier on the winner’s podium took his place—thus, he transmigrated directly.

Zhang Qingmin was finally drunk. Ziyun and Gao Yuan carried him to the sofa at the side, and the others continued with their meal as though nothing had happened. After all, he was just an outsider, and there was no need for anyone to waste too much energy on him.

“This is the best congee with fried eggs I've ever had!” Ling Qi, sated, sprawled in his chair, a warm feeling in his stomach making his mood all the more cheerful.

“I’m not sure either. I just sensed an eerie chill ahead,” I said, so I hurried forward with Chenchen—only to see a red skull hovering above Ruobing’s head, grinning at you with lewd malice.

“No, the host’s current privilege level is too low to view these attributes. You may only check the stats of soldiers and generals produced by this system.”

Lu Wu’s status remained as Lu Mengmeng’s bodyguard, but the family had now acknowledged her existence, granting her a matched position. She began her rise within the Lu clan, transforming from a cold, unfeeling tomboy into a captivating princess.

In the Hua Nation, who didn’t want to subdue Ji Xu? Who didn’t dream of commanding him? But none succeeded.

There was little need to dwell on this point; legendary beasts were not mindless engines of war—they might well be plotting something.

After all, these were figures of royal lineage. In the City of Sin, they had more than enough power to assist Chu Ci.

He really was something—thick-skinned, unfazed by darkness, able to cast worries aside in an instant. Since they were powerless to change anything for the moment, better to face things with a smile. Such people are said to have a big heart, or, put simply, a strong mindset.

Uchiha Ye, however, smiled at this—he did not wish to change it. For those in power, loyal followers willing to lay down their lives are the ultimate dream.

Then, as if his rage still remained unsatisfied, his gaze swept the field and he roared once more.

Now, Manchester United had fallen entirely back on defense, deploying four defensive midfielders—a formation so tight not even a fly could squeeze through.

Because she was preoccupied with getting Situzha’s mother’s phone number, Mianmian asked Liao Ran about it directly on her way to kindergarten that morning.

The City of Sin was ruled by four great families; Chu Ci was by no means bound to cooperate only with the Wang family. With what he possessed, any of the four could surpass the others.

Yet they were unaware that, among the Qingyang Sect’s disciples at the Qi Condensation stage, Chu Ci’s strength was already considered top-tier.

At that moment, as Shimura Danzo’s furious roar echoed, his summoned beast vanished and yet another Sharingan on his arm closed forever.

Upon hearing Xu Qi’s words, Bao Eleven was unsure why he’d come in person—perhaps out of unease, or gratitude for having narrowly avoided a trap. Now, relief flooded him.

Although the Great Qin Empire’s annual recruitment of soldiers had skyrocketed in recent years, each time they managed to enlist enough new recruits. Many more, left unchosen, eagerly awaited the next opportunity.

While the magicians hidden behind the scenes stared in stunned silence, the final heavy-weight servant made his appearance.

“Elders, there’s no need to trouble yourselves. If this truly belongs to your demon clan, I will return it. I only wish to see the Valley Master and ask why you fear me so. I was once a cripple—how could I threaten to destroy your people?” he demanded.

The sudden turn of events left Chu Qiao momentarily dazed. Seeing only a tuft of white cloud beneath her feet, she was so nervous she trembled, afraid she would fall. Yet with Li Yunfei holding her tightly, she slowly relaxed.

Walking along the road, Shu Feng did not take the most direct route home but continued on, heading downward. Chu Chu followed close behind, knowing it was wrong but unable to speak up. Now, with Shu Feng in such a state, she could only watch in silence.