Chapter 51: Title: Poison

Meng Shenji's expression changed. Seeing his distinguished guest being humiliated, he braced himself and stepped forward in protest:
"Your Royal Highness, you cannot put it that way. Shrek Academy has cultivated countless outstanding soul masters. Take our academy's Teacher Qin, for example—he came from Shrek Academy. Now, Dean Flender and the other teachers from Shrek Academy are willing to teach at our institution, and they are all rare and exceptional talents."
"Oh?"
Prince Xuexing muttered upon hearing that Qin Ming...

When they were looked down upon by other spiritual realms, they felt deeply angered, yet they did not throw tantrums; instead, through sheer determination, they earned their victory.

Nearly a hundred people—this was a rather staggering number. Honestly, Hu Xiao truly had not expected so many contestants to participate in the God of Cookery tournament.

This title had always held profound significance for Qiao Xia. Only now did she understand that she was destined to have two older biological brothers, which explained her extraordinary attachment to them.

He gazed down at the peach-blossom-like face in his arms, suddenly lowering his head to slowly approach those lips he had yearned for so long.

When Ying Xuan finally achieved his wish in this lifetime and laid eyes upon it, the look he gave the magnificent vessel became burning hot, wishing he could immediately throw himself upon it to conduct research.

Mu Yu's eyes lit up, her heart brimming with sweetness, and her face unhelpfully flushed red. Fortunately, it was nighttime and her husband could not see, or she would surely be mocked again.

A moment later, she recalled that Shi Jian was already dating Lin Shenshen and that their wedding would even be held in a month's time. This also meant that Shi Jian and Lin Shenshen must be getting along very well.

"Tan Mu, I saw Xiaoyin at the mall today..." Li Xiatian paused here, as this was merely her loving conjecture, and she did not dare to be entirely certain.

Even the netherworld, upon learning of this news, would probably dispatch forces immediately. Although becoming a cultivator meant one's life and death fell outside the jurisdiction of the underworld, the underworld was, after all, divine, and dealing with a cultivator remained an effortless task.

She had never laid eyes on Jun Tianlan. She merely thought this uncle who had materialized out of nowhere looked completely expressionless, exceptionally fierce, and rather terrifying.

The leaders of the Municipal Public Security Bureau were in the middle of a meeting when Meng Feng's cell phone suddenly rang. The caller ID showed Wang Feng. The leader who was speaking frowned, and Meng Feng cast an apologetic look, hung up the call, and nodded to signal the leader to continue.

"Gu Chengfeng actually got blocked!" Astonished expressions appeared on the faces of the fans. Everyone's gaze shifted toward the person who had served Gu Chengfeng a huge rejection, their hearts shaken as they thought: Why is it him again?

He panted heavily and laboriously, taking a long time before slowly standing up once more, step by step walking into the dark tunnel. The tunnel smelled of a pungent stench, and the turbid air made normal breathing impossible.

The Death Valley remained shrouded in toxic mist and bitter winds. From time to time, the eerie cries of strange beasts echoed from the mysterious swamps and mountain valleys, sending chills down one's spine.

Worried about her younger brother's blind date, Chen Yu had quietly followed behind to see if any unexpected situations might arise.

The scouts were extremely obedient. After about two hours, they hurried back to report to Xia震 that neither ahead, to the left, to the right, nor behind—none of the four directions showed any trace of the bandits.

Hongyu remembered that back in their days, they simply listened to the radio and read big-character posters; as for what was happening in the outside world, they only knew it through their ears without the slightest visual impression.

Landing outside the encampment, Lang Hongxiang sensed that the atmosphere in the Eastern Domain was somewhat amiss. His heart tightened, and he hurriedly rushed toward the encampment of the Howling Moon Valley.

"Sister, I've arrived, and I've brought you trouble. Hehehe." Aihua excitedly strode forward with all his might, making it difficult for the young woman to keep up.

Anyway, she had no idea when this dream would end; she might wake up at any moment, so why wait for next time?

Just as these words, laden with obvious sarcasm and mockery, fell, Liang Tian recognized the voice and slightly curled the corners of his mouth, remaining silent at that moment. Deep down, however, he had long understood that apart from Liu Feng, who else could be so impulsive as to fly into a rage? Only he possessed such a temperament to utter such words, entirely devoid of any distinction between righteousness and wickedness.