Chapter 75: Embracing Idleness

Cao Bin enjoyed smoking, and now with resources abundant, added to the fact that for many years in the city there had been little tobacco to smoke, he indulged himself without restraint upon his return. He reasoned that, with awakening powers, his body would grow strong, and the hazards of smoking would become irrelevant.

He was an old smoker, but never expected that his first cigar would nearly make him faint; he had heard before that cigars were potent, and a newcomer might not withstand them...

“However, it’s still necessary to go to the hospital’s disciplinary office and put some eye drops on him first,” the chief of thoracic surgery said, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his lips.

“Old Luo, is he even human? Forget about capturing him alive—look, none of the brothers can get near him!” Ma Shouying muttered with a furrowed brow.

Cui Dazhong was sent flying by Xia Xuan’s kick, crashing through the hotel window and plummeting down.

To gather so many people from ancient martial clans, it was clear that what lay beneath the sports ground was anything but simple.

“Utterly rampant! Under the bright sun and clear skies, such brazen and reckless disregard for human life!” Sun Hao’s expression was grave, and he quickly dialed out a call.

The Akamatsu family was immersed in grief at that moment. The death of Akamatsu’s second son had left them deeply saddened.

The violent waves surged and rolled, the force of the fist imprint was unstoppable, crashing down with tremendous power.

Hu Weiguo had gone to sleep, leaving Xia Xuan and Hu Jiayi alone in the room; the atmosphere between them grew increasingly ambiguous.

“Director He, please help me with the enrollment procedures. There’s no need to waste words with irrelevant people,” the well-dressed middle-aged man said to Director He of the academic office.

They suddenly realized that what Xu Feng had given them was merely a pill—one with beneficial effects.

“You’re quite deft,” Yu Zichen’s armor was always complicated to wear, yet Qing Rang seemed to remove it with ease.

Xiao Yuan smiled as he handed two blue equipment items to Magic Wind, who inspected them and delighted in them for a long while.

Guan Jingtian’s expression changed; he touched his neck and discovered it was his own chain. He stepped forward and took it from Ruoxin’s hand, relief evident on his face.

Though he was the father of the three children, in Ruoxin’s eyes, he truly lacked any sense of being a parent.

So, in a society that now required actions to be carried out so earnestly, at this moment, the possibilities that might arise from such acts were uncertain but perhaps promising.

He had witnessed armies of the Peaceful Realm slaughtering unarmed newcomers to the Death Territory. At that time, apart from fleeing, he felt no other emotion, not even anger. Though later, during the Black Forest years, his master explained the purpose of such massacres, the scene of that day still haunted him, waking him in cold sweat deep into the night.

Nagato had once again made himself stronger. Nagato seldom felt joy; he knew what it meant to grow powerful, yet still he pressed on, determined to become ever stronger, for strength must be pursued relentlessly.

Di Ting was also immersed in joy, basking in the illumination of Buddhist teachings. His happiness sprang from his own enlightenment—attaining the Way was liberation, allowing Di Ting to lay down many worries.

He heard the name from Qin He’s lips. This person was one of the four outstanding students of Changchun University, ranked first among Qin Huan’s group. He practiced level martial arts, immune to the Iron Wall tactics, earning the title “Son of the Iron Wall.” Rumor had it he possessed the strength to challenge the Four Young Masters.

Since ancient times, the palace’s secret histories were countless, and this one hardly mattered. New events emerged, and others quickly forgot the old. After all, three days hence the ranking of the imperial examination would be revealed, and public attention would naturally focus on the newly appointed scholars.

“Your master saw through you back then, which is why he refused to take you as a disciple. Well, since you seek death, I’ll grant your wish!” This was the final move, Lie Yunhao declared.