28 Expansion of Enrollment

Feng Qingyu clung tightly to Xuanyuan Liye’s neck, pressing against his body to feel the rhythm of his heartbeat.

These words cut me to the quick, leaving me utterly devastated, yet I could not blame her. As an outsider, she did not know how I felt about Chen Yi, and to them, Chen Yi and Qiu Zi'an were truly a match made in heaven. Thus, I was destined to be nothing more than a guardian by Chen Yi's side, with no hope of ever attaining a deeper relationship in this lifetime.

I had no appetite for food and skipped my afternoon nap, pacing back and forth to Yuxiang Palace with restless anticipation.

The neighbors nearby dared not speak out. Shen Songming went directly to them, bought their land at a high price, and consolidated it into a single plot of one hundred and sixty acres, stretching from the banks of the Bear River to the foot of Taiping Mountain.

"I’ve made up my mind! I will persist in my dream of becoming a designer!" With these words, they struck an incredibly inspirational pose.

"Xuanyuan Liye, the image of you as a cold and aloof figure has completely vanished from my mind," Feng Qingyu said, gritting her teeth in annoyance.

"I’m awake now and can change the dressing myself. Just give me the medicine." His leg was the only thing injured; his hands were perfectly fine, capable of handling the task himself.

"Director Qiao, you all should not go inside. The malevolent energy here is quite thick; it would be easy for you to run into something evil," my master instructed Director Qiao.

Two days later, heavy rain fell. Pei Qin put her cotton-padded jacket back on and told Sun Quanliang’s family to keep an eye on the sweet potato sprouts, draining the water whenever it began to pool.

From Lisa’s expression, it wasn't hard to guess that she hadn't realized she had entered the wrong room. But after hearing what Su Meimei said, Lisa immediately became mortified. She had originally assumed that Li Fei had snuck into her room in the middle of the night to harass her, never imagining that she had been the one to enter the wrong room and crawl into the wrong bed. Oh, it was just too embarrassing.

"The Great Sage? Of course I’ve heard of him! The Great War of the Gods was sparked because of him; how could I not know?" Ling Huaishu replied with a hint of flattery at the mention of the Monkey King’s name.

Levels 30 to 35 are the mainstream player levels right now, while those at the pinnacle of the pyramid are about 10 levels higher.

Although Joanna had not witnessed some of the battles Landon had experienced firsthand, she had heard rumors, especially about the one that helped shift the entire course of the war, which remained etched in her memory.

The Skeleton Guards were not far outside Blackrock City, and by the time I reached them, it was nearly eleven o'clock at night.

After another five seconds, I realized what I was doing at that very moment and immediately lifted my head.

Once the two of them finished shaking their heads, the Guardian left the party. Qingkong told us to keep in touch next time before heading toward the North Gate of Blackrock City.

The "Vortex of Battle" is a power that can only be mastered through grueling training. It exists between internal and external qi; while it seems ordinary, it possesses thirty percent more destructive power than internal qi and is twenty percent more refined than external qi, significantly enhancing one's combat prowess.

Cheng Yitian opened the box to find a folding fan made of jade, less than a foot long. The ribs were crafted entirely from white jade, looking exceptionally precious. The fan leaf was made of an unknown material, clear and pearly white; as it unfolded in his hand, a sense of coolness radiated from it. With a gentle wave, it produced a remarkably refreshing breeze.

He could not be caught so easily, of course. Just as he was about to be seized, a claw grabbed his hand a step ahead.

Xu Mo had already obtained three Rotary Furnace Cores from Wang Jiazhen; one was used to complete the old man's task, and the other two were to serve as the core for the Wings of Chasing Wind.

Having just entered a state of self-oblivion while executing the sword technique, a wave of nausea washed over him as he began to recover.

Mu Yao composed his expression, feigning calmness as he pushed the cart. He stole glances at Su Dai, thinking he was being subtle, but his gaze was so intense it was almost unbearable.

Yang Xiao saw it clearly: the Five Wanderers were trying to rise during the chaos, and it was evident they had ambitions for the position of Sect Leader.

However, less than half an hour later, He Xiao of the Dishuan Sect also arrived at the Demon Blade Sect, his goal identical to that of Zhao Dou.

It was evident that Wang Shuang, who was being interrogated by Chen Yan, was nervous and hiding something, but he showed no signs of terror or fear.

Perhaps time had been unkind; in the span of a few years, Old Granny Dong had passed away, and Old Man Dong was failing as well.

"Hmph! This princess can protect herself; I don't need you to worry about me," Zhao Ningfei said with a haughty air.

The disciples who had just scrambled up from the ground finally realized who had intervened. Their expressions filled with excitement, and they bowed their heads in gratitude.

This cry for help was shouted with such desperation—for fear that Yin Liting and Hu Qingniu, who were following behind, might not hear—that the echo reverberated endlessly through the valley.

Kong Yuan smiled and nodded. The siblings went to the snack shop across the street. It was a small, humble shop, selling nothing like the fine delicacies they used to eat—things they once wouldn't have even glanced at—yet now, those very things were a treat to them.

Watching Andre carefully adjust the angle of my flower crown, I couldn't quite grasp his words for a moment. Did he think I was beautiful because "beauty is in the eye of the beholder," or did he simply enjoy comparing me to others? What I didn't expect was that he would actually compare me to Qiu Si.

The red sedan chair floated over. None of the ghosts were flying with their own spectral bodies; instead, they were piloting that ghostly artifact, the red sedan chair, which touched down before the central military tent.

It is easy to hack into a system, but to maintain and build a secure firewall or another system is a challenge of an entirely different magnitude.

"They died as soon as they reached the hospital; now Wang Qiang is in custody too," Director Zhu said, squinting.

Eggs and rotten cabbage leaves were all hurled at Bei Song. Everything Song Xiaolin had endured, Bei Song now experienced as well, suffering even more severely.

With people dying, some of the prisoners began to weep softly. Dong Guan paid no heed, shouting for two men to carry the dead to the roadside and dig a pit to bury them during the break.

Meanwhile, at the Gouchen Immortal Palace in the Heavenly Court, the avatar of the Qingping Daoist was busy beyond measure.

Cheng Yuan asked with concern. She had not been sleeping in the dark room; her sleep quality had been particularly poor, and she had been suffering from nightmares all night long.