Chapter 50

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Xun Yun probably didn’t expect me to say that. Hastily, he lifted his eyes to look at me, but I pretended not to see and reached out with the golden spoon, scooping a spoonful and bringing it to my mouth.

At this moment, Ma Dong had already entered a specially designed room. Opposite him sat an elderly man, head bowed over a chessboard, as if waiting for something.

Since then, the troublemakers on campus stopped bullying this student, but countless other students regarded him with contempt. Eventually, his pride shattered, and he took his own life.

This was no longer a forest of towering trees but a vast lake—or more precisely, an expansive hot spring. Thick steam rose from the surface, and a pungent scent filled the air, signaling they had reached the edge of an underground magma lake.

Hearing Song You’s fierce words and glancing at the powerful hidden weapon in his hand, Du Nan and the others wore grim expressions, no longer carrying the arrogant air they had moments before.

“If you’re determined to act this way, don’t come crying later.” With a slight smile, Song You stepped forward under Lü Feng’s puzzled gaze, lightly extending a palm that slowly struck toward him.

Li Mo, dressed in white, bowed his head and lowered his eyes, quietly preparing medicine nearby, while Bing remained silent without uttering a word.

Seeing Feng Jiaoni’s anxious expression, Long Teng’s heart tightened, and the image of Long Jiu appeared vividly in his mind, earnestly warning himself not to eat any food from suspicious sources.

If Lin Feiyu knew that simply standing beside He Lingxue had drawn an inexplicable enemy, what expression would he wear?

Outside, two people gently closed the door. Lady Murong, with trembling hands, held a golden cup and stepped forward slowly.

This time, Mi Zhengping’s luck ran out. Huang Zu was a warrior who cared little for public opinion. After being insulted several times by Mi Heng, he finally lost patience and beheaded this so-called renowned scholar, ridding the world of a great menace.

Everyone was baffled by these words, though many wore thoughtful expressions.

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The moment Ling Yue’er received the ring, she glanced at it without hesitation and hurried after Tian Xuanzi. “Senior Brother, what’s wrong? Is the poison about to take effect? I have Emei Sect’s antidote pills; try taking one.” Saying this, she reached to support Tian Xuanzi.

It seemed we must work harder at gathering intelligence to strike first before they act, to prevent Qingdan Sect, Ji Ling Sect, and Tian Xuan Sect from suffering massive harm.

Captain America, Iron Man, and others assisted nearby, managing to temporarily restrain Thanos. Otherwise, with the latter’s power, all the superheroes might have been defeated by now.

Bards come in good and evil varieties. They revere Franen, the god of the road, often resting near his altar to earn offerings from travelers. Many bards, though not elves, still worship the elven gods Corion and Larisan, the fathers of music and poetry.

This was an exquisitely beautiful place, yet Yang Yi clearly remembered that it was winter in the fairy tale world. There shouldn’t be such vast green fields, lush forests, or springlike scenes. Had he once again crossed into another realm?

The applause grew denser and more intense. Even those who despised the “Cursed Child” and held discriminatory views eventually conceded, joining in the clapping. The sound swelled into a thunderous roar that enveloped the entire stadium, seemingly endless.

“Whoosh!” As long as Turtle Treasure dodged the encircling five- and six-ranked azure-spotted birds for a few breaths, a new ring would form. Turtle Treasure felt helpless; if unable to break through, only death awaited.

The Great Celibate seemed to have known this outcome and never appeared. Yang Yi fell hard in front of a wooden cabin but luckily was not seriously injured, only sore and unwilling to get up for a while.

Lu Qingshan recalled his junior brother, the Blade God, saying, “Training martial arts requires not only techniques and internal power but, more importantly, cultivating the mind.” He prepared to test Su Ye’s comprehension.

Their cultivation was high, and with that came pride. Now, unwilling to admit their issues required outsiders’ intervention, they fell silent.

Jiang Xiaosheng moved like a whirlwind, striking at a flying venomous snake. With a three-inch pinch, the snake died immediately.

With silver coins, matters became easier. This time, Yi Yangze did not conceal anything but poured out all his memories like spilled beans.

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He lifted the tree stump again, then released it to fall, roaring wildly. Yan PoYue repeated this cycle, pounding his body with the wooden stake.

Meanwhile, fans kept dropping relentlessly. Sister Nan watched and winced in pain, yet the person involved seemed utterly indifferent.

Longshan County had only two fortune-telling places, and he had deliberately chosen a remote spot. Still, the mysterious Daoist refused to relent, revealing a narrow mind.

Yang Tongxin said nothing but pointed fearfully toward a nearby spot. In the dark night, by moonlight, only a vague shape could be seen, standing motionless—it was unclear whether it was a person or something else.

“Your Highness, it’s Her Majesty the Empress,” a plump, round-faced man suddenly approached, smiling as he studied her.

“So this is the so-called wondrous secret?” The moment Ye Han entered, he sensed the extraordinary. His spiritual form wandered the earth, seeking to capture the fleeting, indescribable aura.

A day had passed, yet the Northern Kun mother beast had not left. Its bloodshot eyes fixed intently on the man before it.

Fortunately, no snow had fallen here. The sun hung low on the horizon, making the snow glisten silver in its light. Yet the valley was devoid of plants and animals.

This aura differed from that of ordinary sword masters. It embodied the laws of heaven and earth, carrying a sense of dominion over all.

Had it not been for partially restoring his soul, he might not have returned to the Trial Grounds, nor cared about his family there. In his heart, he realized the mistake of wielding the Wisdom Sword to sever emotions.