Are you weak?

“I took some hangover medicine, I feel much better now.”

Jiang Zeyu was dressed in sportswear, her neck exposed, revealing scattered red marks. Qu Jin, upon seeing this, silently averted his gaze. Yu Nanxiao noticed as well, eyeing Jiang Zeyu with a teasing look, but recalling that she was his own sister, he ultimately said nothing.

Among them, Yu Nanxiao had the weakest stamina. He ran halfway and was already exhausted.

“What do you all eat every day? Your endurance is amazing! Aren’t you tired? Do you need a break to catch your breath?”

Qu Jin said coolly, “I’ve told you to exercise more. You can’t last even a few minutes—are you sure you’re not suffering from kidney deficiency?”

“It’s not that the investigations stopped; it’s just that those we could find have already been rescued. But many are still hidden in the shadows, yet to be saved.” As Gu Ningxuan spoke of this, he was filled with guilt and remorse; had he devoted more effort, perhaps some of it could have been avoided.

“That won’t do. With just the three of us, we must work closely together! I knew at least two or three groups of friends from the demon world would join forces to break into Qixing Mountain this time. It won’t be so easy. If we gain a great treasure and don’t share it with our fellow cultivators, wouldn’t that ruin my reputation in the demon world?” The old demon Huide chuckled.

“Heh. Master Zeng, just go ahead and do as you see fit. Also, send someone to meet those newly transferred commanders from the Western Army and Hebei Army. Tell them, in my name, that in the army, fighting is permitted, but weapons must never be used, and killing is absolutely forbidden. Otherwise, they’ll all be dealt with according to military law!” Zhao Yan gave his orders with a cheerful smile.

“Foolish brat, let me give you a good lesson today, heh heh heh. I haven't fought in a thousand years. Today’s a fine day to cut you down and have a table full of divine meat to taste!” As he spoke, the red-haired old demon raised his right hand, and a massive blood-red blade gradually appeared in his grip. He cackled wildly at Li Lin.

To reshape a face entirely into another, quite different one—such a surgery would be more complex and would require a couple of days of rest and recuperation.

It was now half past midnight, and the school was shrouded in darkness. The school did not have boarding students, so only a single night watchman was on duty each night.

Over this matter, she couldn’t help but worry. Now, she was the most trusted servant before her young mistress. Monthly wages and bonuses aside, gaining her mistress’s favor was of utmost importance to her.

Yet, Old Luo’s words were righteous and clear-cut, their meaning unmistakable: striking at the three of them served as a warning, meant to intimidate and deter the other shadow spirits—a classic case of killing the chicken to scare the monkeys.

Following Liu Shoucai’s speculation, Badou hurried to the formation, touched the black object, then scratched his own head. When he lowered his hand, sure enough, blood started to flow from his fingers.

“It’s alright, the two of us can make it up to her with a separate ceremony later.” Seeing the gloom on Li Lin's face, Zhang Hanmin joked to cheer him up.

The smoke tiger, on the other hand, showed no sign of annoyance; it seemed to greatly enjoy this “game.” With a flip, it sprang up and continued to rub itself against Xiao Qi’s legs.

If she returned within three days, she wouldn’t be eliminated! All the persistence and effort of these days would be for nothing otherwise! Li Qingxue couldn’t help but think.

Annie agreed with a smile, then turned off the appliances at home, closed the door, and left.

The city had already fallen under the control of the Xia army; where could they possibly flee? In the end, all were captured by the Xia troops and made prisoners.

After bowing in thanks, Jiang Hen’s body began to radiate with seven-colored light. In such cold, he dared not be careless.

A Shou flashed repeatedly across the arena, while Ling Ji, surging with willing power, transformed into a streak of golden light, fiercely pursuing and attacking him. As they exchanged blows, a sword and a monk’s staff clashed constantly in midair, their offensive unrelenting.

Suddenly, the ground writhed, and thick green vines, as thick as arms, shot up from the earth, coiling rapidly toward the Red Army.