Chapter 27: Just Getting What We Need

Only after stepping out of the Song family residence did De Ling’s posture relax slightly, and she began to walk slowly toward the car.

Ye Hongxiao sat inside the vehicle, his eyes fixed on De Ling, while Song Zigui’s incessant chatter filled his ears.

"Brother Ye, you have no idea. Sister De Ling was so fierce back then; she beat me until I was bleeding from the head before running away from home. She never returned to my family’s house again."

Ye Hongxiao, in fact, already knew.

...

The two were close friends and confidantes. Su Yi did not have many friends, and Xie Lin was the best of them.

Because of this, Su Yi felt quite fortunate. In her previous life, she had been able to remain in the research institute, earning a salary sufficient to support herself and provide for her parents.

Suddenly, a wave of panic washed over her. What if Mary suspected she was hiding food? If she were to ransack the room, it would be a disaster. All the blood bags were in the underground ice cellar; if they were discovered, it would be catastrophic.

"True, you might not recognize me as I am now, but you should be quite familiar with this appearance!" Qin Wuxie stroked his smooth, youthful face, then wiped his hand across it. In an instant, the visage of the old man Qin appeared before Yun Zhinan.

I breathed a sigh of relief: That was close. I almost didn't make it. Sleeping in is truly a terrible habit.

Many techniques and secrets of magic that Wen Shu had previously failed to grasp were now suddenly intuitive to her. Now, a single thought was all she needed to successfully cast basic water-element spells.

I nodded, then collapsed onto the table in exhaustion. The soreness throughout my body made me feel incredibly uncomfortable.

- Either attacking the treasure, even with Lin Feng’s strength and suppression, he could not manifest his true magical power. Thus, he still had to borrow the power of the Shattered Divine Thunder Bead. At the moment he flew toward the crack in the exit, he absorbed the artifact into his right palm, then ruthlessly split the remaining portion.

"Brother, why are you still sleeping? Get up and have breakfast, or we'll be late for class." Lin Yu was in the middle of a pleasant dream when Lin Xue pulled him out of bed.

"Speak, who are you people?" Wujin, sensing the foul atmosphere in the room, stared coldly at the two men inside. They were not entirely unkempt, but it was clear they had not washed or groomed themselves in a long time.

Seeing the figures of the group soar into the sky and vanish into the void, Yun Mu finally snapped out of his astonishment. He gazed upward, unable for a moment to comprehend what exactly Mu Chufeng’s words had implied.

Shi Zhu had gone to great lengths alongside his older brother for this opportunity. It was only after surviving a rigorous selection process that he managed to become a standout and earn a place on the list.

Sometimes, encountering a good teacher—for a student who disliked studying like her—was truly an experience that was as exciting as it was frustrating.

"I told you so. Even though I don’t have your eyes to see the big picture, I can certainly tell whether Li Qi is cut out to be a recorder." After hearing Qi Jianran’s words, Manager Zheng slapped the coffee table.

"Hmph, you know when to quit." Seeing Shangguan Jue flee, Lin Xiyao lifted her chin, clasped her hands behind her back, and walked back to her room. She would spend the time thinking about how to ask Bei Mingchen out for an outing tomorrow.

Qin Wuxin calculated the time, then channeled his energy to strike a blow against his own chest. A trickle of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth as he stumbled toward the door, passing through Long Ling’s room while feigning a grave injury.

As for Yang Qi, wearing such an outfit meant he needed no further embellishments. Those who knew quality would recognize it regardless; those who didn't wouldn't appreciate it even if he wore the finest attire. Moreover, in Yang Qi’s view, the price of clothing was not a yardstick for measuring a person.

Apart from Liang Ye, there were other high-ranking guests who enjoyed the privilege of private car transfers; as for those who did not meet the rank requirements, they could only board the ship via the port.

"I don't know. Zhao Lian has always been the one replacing the chips; I don't know what happened!" Lin Hua shifted all the blame onto Zhao Lian. Though he felt it was inappropriate, he truly saw no better way out.