Chapter 40 Eating Gossip and Finding It's About Yourself

Just as Gu Yanran was observing intently, a large group of people suddenly burst out and surrounded her and the others in an instant.

"Could it be that I can never win her heart? Not even a broken and incomplete one?" the directionless person muttered to themselves.

Once the topic turned to the distribution of sacrificial meat, Lin Jian's conversational floodgates opened, and he showered Yuan Ming with endless praise.

Before he could even reach the resting quarters of the Xiao family's contestants, a sudden change occurred. A fiery red glare shot straight into the clouds, blindingly dazzling even in broad daylight, as if the entire sky had been dyed crimson.

"We shall conquer the next pass, and then set fire to their stockpiled provisions," Luo Ning said calmly.

Ji Qingmeng's brows furrowed even tighter. It was utterly impractical to try and explain things to Ji Minghan right now; she could only rely on his remaining sliver of sanity and willpower.

This time, Gu Yanran slept exceptionally deeply and soundly, tumbling into a slumber so profound it felt as though day and night had turned upside down and the stars had shifted.

Seeing Yunniang's expression change drastically, Linglong turned pale with anxiety, believing that her intention to cause trouble for Prince Zhan was what had stirred up prenatal distress in Sister Wang. Just as she was about to call for help, she was violently shoved aside, nearly stumbling and falling to the ground—a testament to the immense force of the newcomer.

Baili Guyan lost her balance and nearly tumbled to the ground, quickly reaching out both hands to hook them ambiguously around the other person's neck.

Though Lu Tianyu did not look at his face, he could sense that he was smiling—a smile full of sinister cunning and smug triumph.

Everyone averted their fearful gazes from Qian Hu and turned them toward the dynamometers in front of them respectively.

Yan Xiaotong was right: failure is the mother of success. Failing didn't matter, because success would eventually come.

As it turned out, however, all of this was just Bai Lei overthinking things. Hearing a sound behind him, Sun Zhanfu didn't even look back before suddenly veering to the left, executing an S-shaped evasion maneuver to continue his desperate flight.

Seeing Yun Tianyang not only unharmed by the sinister and venomous aura but actually refining it instead, Yun Jingye widened his eyes in utter shock.

"This ghost market is nothing much after all. Most people here are below the fourth level of the One-Yuan Realm, with almost none above it. There are even quite a few ordinary mortals!" Shen Mengyao thought to herself.

Before long, several figures dropped down from the ventilation duct above. Unhindered by the giant exhaust fans, they simply stepped against the side walls and descended.

They had all witnessed Xiao Tie's capabilities. With him around, unless they encountered a Heavenly-grade demonic beast, he was far more useful than relying on their own meager abilities.

Chen Ling was naturally not a man without principles; on the contrary, he had a fierce temper. However, he vaguely felt that something was amiss with this matter, which was why he had endured it in silence until now.

Just as Qin Linglong was making wild guesses, Bai Lei's voice suddenly came from behind her.

When the news reached the students, their initial reaction was sheer bewilderment, followed immediately by the second thought that the teacher who delivered such news must have lost their mind.

Fortunately, they had set up a large number of breath-concealing formations beforehand, or else they surely would have been discovered. Qin Chuan wouldn't dare play with the lives of his disciples.

The fairy in white maintained a calm expression, waving a white silk ribbon as layers of pale light flickered. The ribbon formed a cone shape and blocked the path before her.

Jiang Xuehan first untied Hua Tian, then used a secret technique of the Jiang family to lift the seals on him. "It took a great deal of effort for me to sneak in here," she said. "Here! This is yours!" With that, Jiang Xuehan produced Hua Tian's cosmos sack and handed it back to him.

The mountain was translucent, almost transparent, yet it still supported numerous plants—all spiritual flora—along with various medicinal herbs growing in its crevices.

If not for this, how could she have won the favor of Emperor Li Er? Her youthful radiance was probably a highlight; otherwise, how would she have earned the bestowed name "Meiniang"?

Bi Ang screamed, swallowed by the golden flames. This was the power of the Dao of Thunder, which posed the greatest threat to spiritual consciousness. Yet Bi Ang's abundantly rich soul power acted merely as fuel, stoking the fire even further.

As a series of incantations spilled from the evil shaman's mouth, the crimson mist emanating from the Blood Vine Demon Staff grew increasingly dense. Dozens of red tentacles suddenly burst from the blood mist, lashing wildly at Hua Tian.

The only way to genuinely increase the price of the Colorful Rainbow Hydrangea was through cultivation and improvement. Unimproved Colorful Rainbow Hydrangeas fetched ordinary prices and were sold in many spiritual plant shops.

Amidst the fist radiance and flashes of thunder, Bi Ang bathed in sacred brilliance and let out a roar. His other hand moved as well, tearing the thunder dragon apart before transforming into a sharp claw that lunged at Qin Chuan's crown.

She seemed to realize something. It turned out that Xu Xianrou, whom she had treated with all her heart and soul and even worshipped from the very beginning, had never considered her a friend at all. She had actually planned her disappearance all along.

Gu Yanfei naturally understood what he meant. He was allowing her to resign, and he wouldn't even pursue the breach-of-contract penalty, but she had to agree to the conditions he put forward.

Such tacky thoughts were things Le Yushan dared only entertain in her mind, not speak aloud. With no other choice, she quickly gulped down several mouthfuls of orange juice to steady herself.

She extended her hand and lightly rested it upon Meng Yanchen's large palm. Her cry of pain just a moment ago was three parts genuine and seven parts feigned; truth be told, it didn't hurt much at all. But now that Meng Yanchen was holding her hand, she deliberately staggered her steps, leaning toward his direction every now and then. As she stood up, she cast a triumphant glance at Chu Qiao.

The slaughter began instantly. Dixiong's brothers had suppressed their rage for far too long, especially the leaders of the second-tier halls. Once they started moving, their hacking and slashing were shockingly frenzied.

Did they think that saying such things would make her give up her determination to win? That was pure daydreaming. Did she really think she was that kind-hearted? This society was already entirely materialistic; everything belonged only to those who seized it ruthlessly.