Chapter 41

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Cui Wanwan placed the white chrysanthemum in her hand into the ice coffin. Her body was already blanketed in white chrysanthemums, all of which guarded her as she departed in peace.

Among the surrounding people were Lieutenant General Lu and several other prominent figures who frequently appeared on television.

"You think a hundred yuan is enough to dismiss me after I ran nearly five kilometers to buy a hot water bottle?" Huo Xiu asked rhetorically.

Back in the classroom, the lingering warmth on her face had not yet faded. Afraid of being discovered—though she had done nothing to feel guilty about—she still kept her head down, rubbing her face vigorously in an attempt to restore it to normal.

Xu Ziqing gave an awkward laugh. If she had leaned forward just a little more a moment ago, she would have crashed squarely into Wei Zifang.

Yinmo was initially unwilling, but finding no reason to refuse, she could only follow her brother with red eyes, looking back repeatedly all the way. Seeing this, Jiang Jingzong could only heave a silent sigh.

Imperial Physician Hu reported on Bai Zhihua's latest condition. In her capacity as a physician, Meng Yunyi discussed the matter thoroughly with Imperial Physician Hu.

Seeing the patch of snowy skin faintly exposed at the torn collar of Yunyi's robe, Chu Cong's expression turned extremely ugly.

"Third Master, why aren't you speaking? Are you injured?" The torches opposite waved more frantically. By their light, blood could already be seen at the corner of the Third Master's mouth.

Xinfang believed the same. She also wanted to take the opportunity to elevate her cultivation to another realm, making it a perfect time for seclusion.

Feeling the change in Nan Changqing, Qingye found it somewhat strange, but she merely shrugged, rubbed her nose, and retreated a few steps.

Gu Fei looked at his frail, terminally ill appearance and clicked his tongue in wonder, guessing that this must be the absolute peak of Tong Mo's acting career.

Calling Ah Lan over, I instructed her to take care of Father and left "that place." Passing by Yuping's room, I gently pulled the open door shut, not daring to cast another glance at the empty room, and hurried out the front gate.

Seeing this stance, the crowd grew fearful and kept a wide distance from Jiang Yu's stall. Naturally, a few kind-hearted people ran off to tip off Ban Yihan.

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All previous calculations would be rendered useless, not to mention the nearly ten thousand cultivators who had died in vain. How would Han Lin account for this to the Cruel-Hearted Old Ghost? Moreover, who knew when—or if—such an opportunity to heavily injure Feng Jian with a single blow would ever present itself again?

Almost simultaneously, the void-shooting chariot reappeared, and a terrifying sword aura—exceeding a thousand feet in diameter—erupted from within the chariot. Carrying the massive body of the celestial pig, it hurtled toward the depths of the firmament like a shooting star.

With that, Ling blinked at Wang Lingyun, looking utterly innocent. A wave of sweet silliness permeated the air, growing thicker and lingering long without dissipating. A person of Ling's age acting foolish and blinking cutely involuntarily caused Wang Lingyun to feel extreme discomfort.

Han Lin had assumed the answer to this question would definitely be negative, especially given his current strength, where even a Great Demon Venerable of the Demon Alliance could at best only fight him to a draw.

"Don't panic, nothing will happen." At the critical moment, Ling's voice rang out, lessening Wang Lingyun's hostility toward the old locust tree.

Looking at the person opposite her, though her mind was full of retorts, she could not utter a single word at the moment.

Sneaking a glance at her phone and needlessly keeping track of the chubby manager's movements, Cheng Chu sent a text message to Hong Huijian asking if he was in her room.

However, at that very moment, a QQ sedan suddenly rushed forward. Almost reflexively, Tao Bao pulled Bai He behind him, shielding her with his body.

Yet today, the Black Skeleton Tavern had closed its doors early while the day was still bright, posting a notice on the door stating that rats were rampant inside and needed to be cleared out for the night. Although it sounded absurd, regular patrons knew it was the truth; the tavern's rodents were even more bothersome than the tax inspectors of the West Market.

The key to this lay in connections and backing. Shi Jingzhong's immense popularity in the capital stemmed from his acquaintance with numerous powerful aristocrats and royalty.

His intelligence and equipment bonuses were terrifyingly high—especially his defense-ignoring divine attacks and bonus equipment damage. After entering his attack range, ordinary legendary adventurers would suffer a minimum health loss of several hundred per second, scaling up to thousands.

Huang Yuan was full of zest and was about to test their arithmetic, but Zhang He stopped him, muttering that it was getting late and could wait. Inwardly, Zhang He thought he had to leave some dignity for Lingze; otherwise, if Huang Lingze felt too ashamed to stay, they would have to scramble to find another tutor.

When she first heard Zhang Han say it, Ruoruo had been filled with joy, but after hearing it dozens of times, she couldn't help developing a mild headache and hurriedly changed the subject. Still, today's carriage was truly smooth; she craned her neck to look down. Naturally, she saw nothing at all.

"That's good." Laurence Rockefeller let out a silent breath of relief, though some doubt lingered in his mind. Since Will Davis had escaped from right under his nose, why was he walking right back into a trap? Could there be some conspiracy?

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"Start with the one with the lowest health; the quality of the spirit-eating bodies they drop is all the same anyway." Watcher of the Stars locked onto an adult spirit-eating monster with only a little over two million health.

Zhang Han chuckled heartily. The northern wind howling across the wilderness charged wildly through the carriage window, shattering his laughter the moment it left his lips. Xi Zhicai rolled his eyes in profound dissatisfaction.

The Fate-Enlightening Saber erupted with fury, and a magnificent, boundless ocean of pristine white saber light expanded in the blink of an eye, stretching horizontally between its master, Han Dong, and the mysterious patterns.

Surrounding pedestrians and guests inside the Gordon steakhouse watched from afar, their hearts pounding with terror as they observed the confrontation, their eyelids twitching wildly.

"Sir, please this way." Upon entering the towering ancient castle, the young man led Ye Tian toward a corridor on the left.

"Uncle, what should we do then? Are we just going to swallow this loss?" Niu Meng asked, unconvinced.

In this game, players control the formidable ninja Ryu Hayabusa, who embarks on a path of vengeance after his clan is slaughtered by the Vigor Empire.

The leader of the Sun Moon Divine Cult no longer held the murderous intent of years past toward Ye Tian; instead, his eyes were filled with a hint of shock.

On the surface, it was a scene of flourishing prosperity; in reality, many people had already become numb and apathetic.

A giant hand of the void grabbed forward, and an icy hand condensed eerily in the void. As it unfolded and shifted its gaze, the icy hand slammed toward Ye Tian.

All at once, the Pelu Empire—which had just restored peace and nearly unified the entire continent of Arad—was engulfed in the flames of war once again, plunging into turmoil anew.

Purely in terms of soul talent, if Ling Hao claimed second place, not even Shangguan Zhiqing would dare claim first. Ling Hao was naturally confident in soul testing, not to mention that as his strength had grown, his soul had become far more powerful than those of his peers.

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