Chapter 98: Taking the College Entrance Examination

Chapter 98: The College Entrance Examination

The College Entrance Examination begins at nine in the morning, yet the students had arrived by eight, while their parents stood beside them, fearful that something might happen.

Soon the gates of the exam center opened, and the candidates entered with their admission notices. Shi Bai and the others filed in one by one in order.

It was a very tranquil high school called No. 85 High, a school with a long history. The trees on campus were taller than one another, almost as if they wished to touch the sky.

At that moment below, the captain of the guards and two bodyguards stirred slightly, yet no one paid attention to them.

By then, nine princes had already appeared before the platform and all had fallen, leaving only the last one—the Fire-Source Prince, so unassuming as to be shocking.

Aside from Liu Peng’s side, many other areas were also in uproar. If one had to point to the place hit the worst, it was the Admiral’s scarf.

Su Ye had really wanted to stroll through the amusement park, but there was no time, so this round had to be set aside for now.

No reply came. A sea wind blew straight on, the new safe zone refreshed, and without any surprise the man feared by the safe zone was once again hurled beyond the horizon by the zone itself.

In Mo Chuxi’s long eyes, scattered beads of mist began to gather; even the sensual rise in her throat trembled a few times, as if she were trying to hold back some feeling.

Whenever a disciple or relative of one’s own sect appeared on the rankings board, the whole sect and family would erupt in loud cheers.

Qi Ye carelessly spoke the thought in her mind, wholly ignoring the black cat beside her, whose face was slowly puffing up.

Around Xiuluo Hall at that moment, over forty experts of the Zao-hua realm had gathered, and two of them had even reached the Shen-hun realm. They held secret treasures in hand, their aura overwhelming.

Mo Chuxi stared at Yan Xinxin in a confused daze, unable to understand why she had suddenly said something about “going back to Xinxin.”

Bringing down Lai Baolin and Village Director Li Erdog was my foremost task right now; I have to seize it quickly, because my time is limited and I cannot delay.

It turned out Ling Xue kept long nails. Their tips were shaped to sharp points and painted pink, and they looked beautiful. But when she was sparring with Lin Fei moments earlier, the long nails broke, and dark, clotted blood had pooled under them—something that made everyone’s blood run cold.

Chiuyang Divine Lord was astonished. The Chiuyang Divine Palace, which he had refined for countless years, had long ago merged with his spirit, becoming almost like one of his own arms, as if one of his fingers had become part of him. He could clearly discern everything within the Chiuyang Divine Palace; whatever existed there could not escape his watch.

When Feigu Xian heard this, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood in fury. How similar the scene was! In the beginning, was it not exactly like when he and Yuan Dong Yuchen Gu took advantage of a calamity, launched a surprise attack, killed a fallen Earth Immortal for great gain, then boasted about it to everyone they met?

Zheng Weimin hid the box and thought it was an absolutely secret credential; he would not take it out until a certain time came, so first he left it safely hidden here. No one would think of this place, he believed—there should be no problem.

With a doubtful glance he swept over Babalo from top to bottom. Tang Fan still saw no goods. Then a thought flashed through him: could Babalo have a storage space just like his own?

“No, that’s not it. He was clearly carrying a hunting rifle. It looks like he came down from the mountain while chasing wolves,” Zheng Weimin said, perplexed.

“No, no, no—it's not a mere trifle. I have twenty million, and I’m willing to give you twenty million. Please spare my son,” Yelü Tian shouted.

After Yang Kang and Mu Nianci sat down, Huang Rong handed them a red drink and a green drink separately. Yang Kang looked at the red cocktail, and when he remembered the Flame-Desire cocktail Ye Waner had once poured for Ouyang Ke, he was suddenly struck with dread and did not dare to try it. Mu Nianci beside him felt the same.