Chapter 42: Battle at the Soul Ancestor Level

Amidst the profound silence, a sudden chuckle sounded exceptionally abrupt. Tang San turned his head to look at Tang Xi, who wore a playful expression, and whispered a reminder:
"Sister?"
Tang Xi elegantly picked up a cup of water, lowered her eyelids, and said:
"It's nothing. Of course, I am very welcoming if you all want to come and be my classmates, but the environment at the Royal Academy is not something the three education committee members have the final say on. You'll see for yourselves once you go."
Qin Ming also seemed to recall something...
She did not know why she had suddenly experienced such a dream, yet the dread lingering from everything within it remained with her even now.

The supplies from TPC arrived the following morning, consisting entirely of autonomous weaponry. Under the direction of TPC personnel, they slowly rolled into position. Once arranged, those energy-guzzling behemoths were hooked up to the power supplies prepared by GUARD.

Zhang Zhiping's words cut off abruptly midway. He raised his head and looked around, only to find that the corpse of Yushan was nowhere to be seen within the stone cave, and even the surrounding area had been secured with rigorous protective seals.

An energy ball ten times larger than the previous one flew toward Lin Chong, but its effect was identical to before—it failed to breach Lin Chong's defense.

With Guan Xiaojun entering the capital this time, Zhang Zhaoyang was obliged by both reason and sentiment to host him, seeing that Guan Xiaojun was, after all, the child of his benefactor.

I suspect he might not survive past tomorrow night. I'll take a bold gamble and poison Yikai out first; people with high intelligence are unfathomable, so don't blame me.

Guan Shunduan clenched his teeth tightly, the muscles all over his body twitching incessantly. With a sudden stomp, with a metallic "clang," his curved saber slid back into its scabbard.

The protective barriers on the mountain did not obstruct the view into the distance. Looking toward the coast, the scene suddenly brightened before the eyes: the sky in all four directions was vast and boundless, washed clean like jade, as blue as if it were transparent; below lay the boundless sea, glittering with fish-scale ripples. A single glance was enough to instantly expand one's chest and lift the spirit.

On the grand stage, a long row of tables was neatly arranged, complete with nameplates and teacups. Having finished all their tasks, the student union members stood respectfully before their president.

Knowing that my older brother's temper is not to be trifled with, Leng Yikai must have grown tired of living. Does he not know my brother's notorious underworld moniker? How dare he still come here to pick a fight with me, completely unafraid of death. To prevent him from ending up like my former classmates, I had better pull my brother away first.

The two of them looked at their boss, who had taken a punch from Kazuma Sakamoto, leaving him bruised and battered, with blood and gore instantly gushing from his nose and mouth to pool across the floor. They figured that if they didn't call an ambulance right away, he would soon be a corpse.

For a moment, the ascetic monk Ku Xingtu could not fathom Shen Yuanjing's intentions, and blurted out, "What is the Daoist friend aiming to achieve?" Since the other party could state it openly, neither taking it for himself nor revealing it to others, he certainly wasn't acting out of kindness to cover for the Mount Emei sect.

The banquet was prepared with great abundance. The four of them took their seats, accompanied by three generations of the Wang family sitting opposite them. Before they even touched their chopsticks, Wang Yuanba led his son and grandson in repeatedly urging them to drink.

Unfortunately, in his previous life before being sucked into a spatial rift, Yamazaki Kai had been a complete, hardcore otaku, and in this lifetime, his talent seemed entirely devoid of emotional intelligence.

At that time, his advisors urged him, saying that since he had already rebelled against the imperial court, why not simply raise an army to stand on his own and seize Sichuan to become king? He replied: "First, I lack renown; second, I have no foundation; and third, I am surrounded by powerful enemies. To proclaim myself a lonely ruler is simply a path to self-destruction." He rejected the proposal immediately.

Moreover, Song Yu knew that her biological mother had back then stubbornly defied her family's objections to be with Zheng Hua, and ultimately, for the sake of a man like Zheng Hua, gave birth to a child before committing suicide.

Miyuki Awashima felt a wave of oppressive frustration surge in her chest, wishing she could just call out to Yuryu Uesugi to head back to the scene first.

He made a hypocritical, formal bow toward the stone monkey, while his gaze secretly exchanged glances with the surrounding monkeys, his heart filled with utter disdain.

"Yo! Still breathing, you managed to dig your way out." The mysterious person had tied this burlap sack with a slipknot—very cleverly done, requiring only a slight struggle to untie.