Chapter 53: Muxing Bo is here again

Once the New Year had passed, everyone retreated indoors once again, huddling away from the biting cold. Su Yao and the others resumed their routine of reviewing high school textbooks and grinding through practice problems.

After a few days of this, a sense of fatigue settled over everyone.

Thinking of the unappealing salted vegetables they had for breakfast, Su Yao felt an urge to pickle some salted chicken and duck eggs. There was a surplus of eggs stored away in her spatial dimension, but because they were difficult to transport in bulk, she hadn't sold many. If she pickled them well, she could even take them out to sell. She used to love reading when she had nothing to do at home...

"All right, I have already said that I will not pursue this matter any further. Xuanye, you still do not understand what I am asking," Shentu Haolong interrupted him bluntly, his tone tinged with considerable disappointment.

"I am an old soldier; I can understand him. Even if he were allowed to stay, he would not choose to do so." Shentu Haolong looked at them, a heavy weight carrying through his words.

Yan Wu's remarks caused Jiang Yun to frown. He and Yan Wu possessed values that could truly be described as poles apart.

She was unwilling even to dwell on the time she had spent with Cheng Rongjian, wondering how much of his affection was genuine and how much was mere pretense.

He Yunlong also noticed the changes within himself and felt a sudden sense of incredulity. Turning his head to glance at Chu Qianxia, he saw only a deathly pale face, cold sweat breaking out profusely, and a body swaying so violently that it seemed on the verge of collapse. Catching her in the nick of time, He Yunlong immediately stepped forward to support her.

"Is something the matter? If it concerns work, I am willing to discuss it. If it is a personal matter, however, I see little necessity," I said.

Even she herself had not noticed that ever since his arrival, the sorrow buried deep within her heart had gradually and imperceptibly settled.

Cool fingertips brushed past her neck, leaving a trail of red marks against her fair, tender skin.

Yet this very man had just shown her favor; knowing Fu Jingsi's temper, he certainly would not spare her lightly once they returned.

After a long while, she gradually calmed down. Her mind was left in a state of blank confusion—what on earth was she agonizing over? She had every reason to be suspicious; wasn't it entirely natural for Cheng Rongjian to doubt her as well? He had done nothing wrong.

As his voice trailed off, several captains chimed in, "How can this be impossible? The common people of Guangzong are unarmed and utterly lacking in strength; without the imperial army, how could Guangzong ever be captured?" Lu Zhi was left speechless, his gaze fixed intently on Liu Fan.

Faced with his own predicament, the Ghost Bull Beast King was unwilling to accept defeat. Determined to eliminate Grand General Muhade once and for all, he sought out the Arabian warrior General Huntianluo, pleading with the great general to dispatch troops in aid.

At that moment, Gu Yun was transformed into a living GIF animation, repeating the exact same motion over and over again, until his body suddenly paused, as if sensing some subtle disturbance.

The Outer Path Knight had once told the madman that the Six Paths had shattered the Thunder Emperor's rule of power, breaking his armor with a single strike and casting the Ancient Demonic Dragon down into the cold abyss with one hand. The actual battle must have been even more intense than that.

"What is wrong? Has something happened!" Guonian Fei wondered if Ling Xueer would have sought him out today were it not for some pressing matter. Moreover, news of the house explosion had not spread, and Ling Xueer's arrival must have been a sheer coincidence.

"Give me Liangying!" In the blink of an eye, Tuyin had materialized right before me, gripping the collar of my spell-robe and demanding. I could see my own helpless reflection mirrored in her crimson eyes, while a pungent wave of blood filled the air.

"Then strike outward, and draw back into me!" he roared wildly in the recesses of his mind, inexplicably gathering all his remaining strength in the very final second, channeling it into a technique akin to the Shattering Stone Fist, and unleashing it in a devastating blast.

Not only him, but the soldiers on both sides were now plunged into an eerie silence, as if struggling to digest this outcome.

"Damn it!" Gaia struggled to push himself up, but his body was far too weak, rendering him utterly incapable of rising.

The stone-shaped crystal seemed imbued with a spirit of its own, flying straight toward Cassius. Cassius instinctively reached out and caught it, instantly feeling a profound aura of the earth—heavy, solid, and steadfast.

After a bout of disarray, only three third-year classmates remained by Fu Jun's side in the arena, while all the others had scattered.