Chapter Thirty-Three: Childhood

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Bai Yihu’s lips curled into a faint smile as a massive palm formed from inner energy instantly batted the marbles away, sweeping toward Zhang Shanfeng with force.

I nodded in agreement. The divide between the righteous and the wicked paths is vast; thus, Lu Chengshan rejects Xue Liyu, and Xue Liyu does not trust Lu Chengshan. Moreover, Xue Liyu acts with such extremity that I can only treat her words as a reference, not something to be fully embraced.

Stepping into the stone house, I could clearly see three zombies. They were dressed in tight-fitting, all-black clothing and cloth shoes, with only their hands and faces exposed. Taoist talismans were pasted onto their foreheads and chests; both the paper and their clothes appeared aged and moldy, indicating they had been lying there for many years.

"And what about you? Is being a dog for the Luo family really such a good life?" Wang Zui exhaled a breath of foul air, the heavy scent of alcohol staggering out and dissipating into the space.

The Southern government desperately wanted to build an army, but the weapons these people used were too expensive, leaving them to stare in frustration, unable to afford them. The current government was also anxious; while these outsiders did not interfere with their administrative agenda, the public was questioning them, with some even calling for the formation of a new government.

All around, onlookers stared in astonishment as such a large youth took the stage. Most who came for the assessment were children, at most six or seven years old. Zhitong was naturally tall and thin, looking like a teenager of fourteen or fifteen—truly quite old for this.

Sheng Yi suppressed the excitement in his heart and walked toward the other sword, channeling his inner energy in an attempt to lift it. But the moment his energy touched the blade, the ice sword erupted with a sinister intent, forcing Sheng Yi to retreat a great distance.

"Wait. When you arrive, do not strike first; observe the situation before taking action," the man said softly as the old man turned to leave. Hearing this, the old man responded respectfully before flickering out of the hall.

Well, the name Ling Tianlai was famous as the top-ranked participant in the elimination round, so everyone present turned to look, including Feng Jin.

The Yang Thunder Finger could also inflict significant damage on the Iron Zombies, but channeling spiritual energy through the air was more draining than direct strikes. Fortunately, the White Snake held off the majority of the Iron Zombies, preventing me from being swarmed by more than twenty at once. This allowed me to deal with them calmly, knocking down the approaching zombies one by one and quickly shifting my position to avoid being surrounded.

Gazing at his own sickly frame, the memories that had surged and erupted just moments ago appeared in his mind like a series of paintings.

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Over tens of millions of years, if it hadn't been sealed here, the Longque Sword would have long since emerged ferociously, driven by the mere shred of malevolence remaining within the blade. Moreover, in its struggle against Chang Yun and its efforts to break the seal, this strand of malevolence had nearly transformed into a new sword spirit.

Long Qianye was angry today simply because his wife had gone out to dinner with another man, causing him to lose face.

Long Qianye remained calm and composed, but Yu Kexin could not stay settled. What if it really was the hot pot that caused the trouble?

Ye Ge’s neck was pinched until it throbbed with pain, and her breathing grew heavy. She gripped Nangong Ling’s wrists with both hands, feeling her vision gradually beginning to blur.

With his chiseled abs and peerless face, he looked even better than a beauty emerging from a bath. Lingzhi found her nose bleeding before she even realized it; in her thousand years of life, this was the most handsome man she had ever seen.

Alas, youth is fleeting. Only a few years had passed, yet everything had changed so much. The other person’s blinding radiance and her own difficult situation left Yan Mumei to stand in vain beneath the fire-red crown tree, recalling the past to draw a measure of strength and resolve.

Half a month later, a letter arrived from Luo Yunshuo, containing several property deeds. As soon as Jiang Yu’er saw them, she thought: "How wonderful! Just when I was feeling sleepy, someone hands me a pillow." Seeing those deeds, she nearly hugged them and kissed them several times to express her excitement.

Fortunately, the magic array was not activated instantly; otherwise, given the current requirements, it would have been impossible to complete the task all at once.

Guiguzi narrowed his eyes, studying Su Jin’s face with intense curiosity. This made Su Jin feel quite uncomfortable. "Miss Su, is it?" after a long silence, Guiguzi asked in a hollow voice.

"It’s just the Dawn Council; what kind of major power is that?" Tang Sen had long since realized they were from the Dawn Council, as the bald men’s attire was too distinctive—each one looked like a red gift envelope.

"I was definitely standing on the ground at the time; I wasn't hovering at all," Ding Rufeng immediately shouted.

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Over the next few days, students debated incessantly—both publicly and privately, in the Great Hall, hallways, classrooms, and common rooms—about this young, handsome, powerful, and skillful professor who was even willing to award extra credit.

Baishi City is famous for Baishi Mountain. Located at the northernmost tip of the Taihang Mountains, it is one of the most commendable and peculiar peaks, named for the abundance of white marble found there.

The pressure Yan Jingsheng placed on the Yanmo Emperor was simply too great. The Red God Sect had been established for less than two days before facing a life-or-death crisis.

Rong Yucheng’s temples throbbed with bulging veins, but even as he gave his all, his legs trembled as if touched by electricity. The pressure was as heavy as Mount Tai, so crushing that he could not stand against it.

To the right of the valley entrance stood a tall stone cliff, pitch-black in its entirety. Within its countless hollows, dark mist surged and retracted like a living thing.

Yet, there was nothing to be done. Who could have known they would encounter such a person who resorted to violence at the slightest disagreement? The crucial part was that he couldn't even beat him, which was truly despairing.

Mu Nianxue hurriedly got off the bed and crouched on the floor, picking up the glass shards with her back turned. Hearing a rush of footsteps outside the door, she quickly stood up and sat back on the bed.