Volume One, Chapter 37: The Corpse King

"Understood... Very well, Minister Ding." Wang Jiande was completely bewildered. Why was the old man happy after being scolded by Lin Fan? Could it be that "Old Monster Ding" actually had a severe masochistic streak?

"If you apply yourself and work hard at your cultivation, you will eventually be like me. Besides, breaking through to the Golden Immortal Realm is not that difficult." For Ye Hao, breakthroughs were never hard; as long as he maintained his conviction and self-confidence, the process became much simpler.

While Hou Xijun was still talking, Li Gang and Zong Shi returned to the dormitory. Li Gang greeted Lin Fan before comfortably sprawling on his bed to listen to Hou Xijun’s boasting.

Everyone’s eyes turned toward them, with Qi Baobao’s gaze being particularly intense; he wished the two would start fighting right then and there. Although he himself disliked Guan Zhong, at this moment he especially wanted Guan Zhong to throw that wretch out. He promised himself that if that happened, he would unleash his full rhetorical prowess to barrage the scoundrel with a torrent of verbal abuse.

Gao Peng glanced at Su Yuanyuan, who was sitting next to Gao Yanan. While she had inherited Su Tianjiao’s fine genes, she lacked that same air of noble elegance.

Lin Fan shook his head to steady himself and explained, "Sister Ning, don't listen to that dead monkey's nonsense. I wasn't fighting anyone..." He cursed Hou Xijun under his breath; he was planning to hand over his business to him, but the man had absolutely no filter and would blurt out anything to anyone.

Ding Sheng knew the special breathing technique was a valuable asset, so he made sure to practice it whenever he had a spare moment.

Inside the Fengming First High School dormitory, Zhuang Yuanshi felt his mind spinning into a void of confusion. The Tongtian Sect's signature Mysterious Heart Combat Technique was, of course, not easy to counter. Three distinct streams of finger energy were wreaking havoc within his mental domain, hunting for his most painful memories and his most vulnerable points.

"You want to frame a princess on such flimsy grounds? If you have no other evidence, stop delaying the King from getting closer to the dragon. Otherwise, I will take the dragon and leave. You are being truly unreasonable." She put on an impatient air, and the King, fittingly, began to grow agitated.

"If you are this insistent, don't regret it later," Mo Shaosi's voice sounded from behind.

Murong Ruo tilted her head slightly. The cold winter wind blew against her rabbit-fur cape, and her palm-sized face was nestled deep within the soft fluff.

Some people always think that if they get another chance, they will do better, but the truth is that some people could try a hundred times and still fail.

I quickly poured a cup of tea for her. Bai Xi took the cup and downed it in one gulp, tilting her head back.

Although this was the General of the Nation's residence, it was Huang Meng’s first time entering Qingqiu Courtyard. The courtyard was vast, but due to years of neglect, it was somewhat dilapidated, bleak, and desolate. Weeds grew wildly throughout. Though visibility was poor, Huang Meng could feel the thick layer of withered leaves carpeting the path.

"I was tied up with matters, and I apologize for arriving late, Madam," Nanny Sun said with a slight bow.

Spring turned to autumn, and in the blink of an eye, the leaves in the courtyard gradually turned yellow and then red, as if the world itself had transformed into another. A month passed in a flash, and the weather grew increasingly cold.

Ambitious officials seized the opportunity to scheme, hoping to soar to new heights, while the neutral faction remained as silent as the dead.

Jun Qian sighed. Fearing that Li Ji would be affected by the past, she tactfully changed the subject.

This banquet was originally intended to thank Yu Danqing for offering a brilliant strategy, but it ultimately became a celebration for Chu Yunyi and Yu Danqing.

A phoenix has an egg when it undergoes nirvana, but Hao Zhi’s rebirth had no such thing. It appeared he had truly been annihilated, body and soul.

The other Mountain-Moving Taoists were unwilling to give up. They continued to venture deep into the desert, searching for the Black Mountain buried beneath the yellow sands, but they always returned empty-handed. Having exhausted all their efforts, they failed to find the unmarked Zagalama Sacred Mountain and finally abandoned the pursuit.

Sun He originally wanted to tell him to fetch the silver, but seeing the situation, he had to go to the backyard himself to get fifty taels for Auntie Wang.

I looked down at my cloth shoes. To outsiders, our family appeared harmonious and perfect, the envy of many. Yet, who would have known that we had just had a huge argument two days ago, and I had to wait until my father was out of the house to dare invite the principal and Teacher Tang over?

Old Chen was a man of great learning and wisdom in his youth, possessing the skill of physiognomy. He knew that such facial deformities were not unusual in the world, though they often portended a life of hardship and ill fortune, like a beggar in rags. He pointed this out to the others, telling them to stop their wild and baseless speculation.

The two returned to their lodging, and Ye Fan began to use Haha Yixiao’s shapeshifting technique to disguise himself and attend the meeting—whether it was organized by the Qingling or the Xuling organization, he wasn't sure.

"Splendid!" He San could tell that Chen Wanrong was a good man, so he felt relieved and hurried to see Chen Wanrong out of the room.

By the time Chen Shanzhao stepped out of the Qianqing Palace, it was already dusk. He stood still for a moment, watching the setting sun cast a layer of gold over the palace buildings, a mocking smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

As the red light entered Tao Rui’s sea of consciousness, he froze, and then a look of wild joy appeared on his face. Clearly, the Blood Firmament Ancestor had bestowed something extraordinary upon him, leaving even a great cultivator like Tao Rui pleasantly shocked.

Once the scores were tallied, we had won, and the other schools retreated in defeat. All the teachers were overjoyed, and even the principal promised us rewards.

On that same day, the two strongest geniuses of the younger generation returned to Chang'an City, embarking on a path of slaughter that left the city awash in blood.

"What? It’s Qin Yang?" Upon hearing the name, every martial artist’s face was filled with shock, as if they had seen a ghost.

Seeing Tang Ming arrive and immediately earn such adoration from the campus beauty, it was no wonder the boys were losing their minds.

The Drunken Illusion Maze was essentially a massive smokescreen designed to obscure everything. It might have worked on others, but Dream Fairy was well-versed in the arts of spirit-wandering and breath-control. Her divine sense could manifest externally, allowing her to observe the entire battlefield from a different perspective; such traps could not contain her.