Chapter 44: Alas, Now I Have No Idea How to Spell "Lose"

"Big sister, it's done. You can verify it now."

Di Qiu walked behind the female staff member on duty at the scenic area and spoke out of the blue. The woman abruptly turned around to look at the puddle of filth behind her, her face filled with sheer disbelief.

"It's... it's done?"

Di Qiu nodded, "Yes."

While the woman was still in shock, the other logistics personnel had already stepped forward to inspect the situation, finally nodding at her, "The anomalous crisis has indeed been resolved."

"As expected of [Heavy Sword] Baifan; even when besieged by three freshmen, he didn't fall behind. I must make sure to publicize this within the Martial God Academy later," Yin Rong said with a hand covering her smile.

This was a handsome young man in white with slender ears, a cyan vertical mark between his brows, and a pair of silver combat guns in his hands.

Yet, never in his wildest dreams did he expect that such a covert matter would be uncovered by Lu Jin and spoken aloud in front of everyone. How could this not make the old man in plain clothes feel utterly ashamed and consumed by rage?

"Bang!" A loud crash suddenly echoed from the gate, and tiles were shaken right off the roof of the kitchen furthest from it.

Thanks to advanced technology, every student, mentor, and visiting unit member present would be able to see a massive projection in the sky, so there was no need to worry about missing Fat Lord Lin's lecture.

"That's more like it." Yin Yu gave a soft hum, a faint smile blooming on her face.

Faced with the old man's team blatantly breaking away from the group, Chijin merely cast a deep glance at their departing backs before resolutely turning around to leave. Not only did he feel no regret in his heart, but it was as if a heavy stone had finally been lifted, making his entire body feel much lighter.

She was simultaneously an arbiter like the Seekers of the Great Dao, a being possessing computational powers akin to the Transcendent Intellects, and endowed with a perception of the future rivalling that of the Red Lady and her peers. More importantly, she was the Nose—one of the five great rule fragments left behind after the shattering of a generation's divine persona.

Lu Jin instructed the soldiers to coat the surface of the paper kite with flammable tung oil before personally holding a torch to ignite a corner. In an instant, blue flames suddenly burst forth from various parts of the kite, startling the soldier holding it into hastily letting go and releasing it to fly away with the wind.

Susan raised her right hand slightly, and the carved sandalwood box containing the Vermilion Bird Spirit Sword slowly rose. It ascended to a green node and vanished, dropping directly into the hands of the wealthy patron on the second floor. Just as Gu Tianxiao had anticipated, this wealthy patron was none other than Gong Liangyu.

Perhaps more importantly, however... what father does not cherish his own child? What Father Xia feared even more was that if Xia Fangyuan were to take over the Black Flame Sect, she would live a life that was far too exhausting, busy, and dangerous.

Some among the crowd chimed in with agreement, some offered suggestions, and others remained silent. Afterward, they all looked toward Gu Tong of Mountain Concealment Peak, as he possessed the highest cultivation level here and frequently spoke on behalf of the Sect Master's intentions.

Having finished a harmonious and pleasant lunch, Gong Xianqian and Xu Yifeng were heading out on a date, while Xia Fangyuan and Gong Shaoxie also prepared to return.

Those few individuals nodded, then abruptly raised their hands and struck toward Bai Lan. In an instant, multiple streams of magical energy surged forth, and Ruo Yan hurriedly retreated at the sight.

"If there's no incense burning, why does it smell so good?" An Xiujun frowned. Indeed, it wasn't the scent of burning incense; it was faint, ephemeral, and impossible to smell in daily life unless one got this close.

"Xiaoxiao, the anomalous aura has vanished." Upon reaching the wall, Huizi realized she had lost the trail.

The two men were momentarily stunned, then hurriedly turned their heads to look at Xue Linglong. Seeing her peerless and breathtaking beauty, their faces flushed in unison before turning into expressions of astonishment, though they quickly and sheepishly rubbed the heads in embarrassment.

Then Jiawang rambled on some more. Before Jia Liang even returned home, Xing Shuang had already inquired about almost everything. By the time Jia Liang came back from the imperial palace that evening, it was already past eight-thirty. Most of the family members had already retired for the night, so he skipped Crane Hall and went straight back to Qingyuan Residence.