17. High School Boy Tutoring Challenge (10)

“Dad, that’s not what I meant. I just feel we should find the real culprit. If we wrongly accuse the Leng Group, the true criminal might escape justice!” She had no idea that the real culprit was her own elder brother.

He once caused a massive upheaval in the ancient martial arts world, nearly reshaping its entire landscape. If it weren’t for the intervention of the mystics who finally expelled Xiao Ran from the realm, the turmoil would have continued for much longer, leaving the martial world in chaos.

After a long, tiring night, Li Jing was exhausted. Glancing at the morning star in the eastern sky and pondering for a moment, he decided to rest first, gathering strength before taking action.

Even having absorbed many memories, without firsthand experience, one cannot truly grasp the reality of the black market. There, power and Star Iron make you king. Ning Dao had once discovered a Star Vein, ensuring his Star Iron reserves were more than sufficient.

Ning Dao showed no restraint; unwilling to be defeated here, he swiftly struck with a right fist, landing directly on his opponent’s nasal bone. Yet, a powerful recoil sent numbness through Ning Dao’s wrist.

“Is the baby in your womb safe?” Shang Rou asked bluntly as she poured tea on the stone table, serving both Ru Yue and Fourteenth Lady before taking a sip herself.

The thirty-three floors represented the thirty-three heavens, and the name of this club was “Fairyland.”

“Sis, I’m feeling a bit tired. Can you help me up?” Liu Qing smiled suddenly, addressing Chu Shiyu with a surprisingly friendly tone. Just yesterday, she had been furious with her; now, her attitude had softened inexplicably.

“You’re right. Western Qiang is certainly a serious threat to our Great Cheng, but the urgent task is to stabilize the people and the situation. We’ve been brothers for years; I want you by my side now to assist me,” Zhi Ze said kindly as he stood before Yuan Zhijing.

“Sister, please rest well. I’ll go back to my room first,” the Fifth Sister said calmly, walking out without another word.

First, confirm the language. Tajikistan was once a member of the Soviet Union; though independent for a long time now, Russian remains widely spoken there, so Russian is acceptable.

This was the first time Lin Gang got punched by Xu Ting in class. Xu Ting’s strike had seriously hurt Lin Gang, and he used this phrase to comfort her afterward.

Ye Ying’s heart skipped a beat, about to deny it, when Jin said, “I suspected you for a long time; just wanted to confirm just now.”

“Can you drive?” Lan Yue asked. Lin Gang said nothing and sat in the driver’s seat. He first headed east, then south, crossing the entire Chu Nan Province and arriving in the Ling Nan region.

Because Rong Yihua hadn’t informed Yu Ruo’s family of her illness, the only family member by her side now was him—her nominal boyfriend.

She had waited so long for this day. Though she was his Star Language, she had to meet him under this disguise.

After the fans saw their idol urging them to maintain order at the airport, they obediently complied, watching their steps carefully and moving closer to Tang Yuyan without disturbing others.

Bai Ge sat by a jade birchwood table, gleaming pure white like jade, beneath an exquisitely crafted glass chandelier. The chair was also made of jade birchwood, while the surrounding furniture was mostly carved from red sandalwood and purple pear blossom wood, symbolizing festivity with their rich hues.

Though many thoughts raced through his mind, Bai Ge’s decision was made in an instant. Seeing him stare blankly without answering, Wang Sheng couldn’t help but ask again.

Years ago, Jiang Yanran had taken a sword for him, her spiritual sea destroyed. Only by extending her life with a sacred coffin did she survive. Though the water of rebirth revived her, her spiritual sea never recovered. Now, she was merely mortal, without a trace of cultivation.

The gentle power of the ocean flowed through Aurelia’s hands into her body, filling her with a refreshing coolness.

Upon arriving at the front hall, the county magistrate had already come, accompanied by a man being restrained—Zhuang Weisheng.

Yin Ruxu said, “Quite good.” Looking at Wotu’s hand, sure enough, he had brought back something new today.

For Xuan Cang, the Demon Dragon was no easy foe; otherwise, he would have slain it once and for all long ago.

Watching Qin Tian perform the Tiger and Crane double-step technique, Huang Feihong raised his eyebrows, a flash of admiration crossing his eyes.

Just as they prepared to storm the Demon Sealing Valley, another group suddenly blocked their way.

Puyang Ze was utterly exhausted from being harassed by Long Aotian, finally agreeing to personally escort Yun Lingjing to the court council at dawn.

A silent night passed, with the wedding night thwarted. Chao Xi said nothing, and Shen Fei did not push; the two lay back to back, silently enduring the night.

Colin patted Ronin’s shoulder. Instantly, Ronin was trapped by a binding spell, unable to move.

The delivery man panicked, swinging his blade in defense, but four hands overwhelmed his two fists. Surrounded by numerous men in black, he gradually lost ground.

At that moment, Ling’er suddenly slowed her pace. Lin Yi quickly ceased his vigilance, sensing the change in energy within the secret chamber. If his guess was correct, they were about to face an enemy.

Lu Ya’s arrival brought a glimmer of hope to Xi Qi, but it was fleeting; Lu Ya was swiftly defeated by Kong Xuan.

The elderly man claimed to be Elder Liao Ze, the second elder of the Hidden Cultivation Sect, the sect’s second strongest. With the grand elder absent, the second elder was the highest commander, able to make many decisions.

When the northern battle concluded, the western route commander Bai Fan, tasked with resisting the Tuyuhun, hurried day and night, covering the distance from Shuofang to Chang’an in four days.

Indeed, he never imagined anyone would be as reckless as he was nor act so unreasonably. In any case, he was thoroughly frustrated.

At least when he spoke of seeking pleasure with her, he didn’t actually start undressing her, and even treated her to a full chicken banquet.

Tan Zong, the monk, immediately sensed trouble. His disciple harbored some hidden secrets, and at such a critical moment, something had gone wrong?

Born into privilege, with both parents intellectuals, she was always well-mannered. Not only had no man made such brazen advances, but she had never even been teased.

Since realizing her actions were excessive, Yuan had repeatedly muttered, “It’s all my fault, all my fault,” even during meals and now back in the dormitory, as if bewitched again. Qu Ren was despondent and gloomy, silently keeping his head down.