Chapter 135: The Great Demon King 14

There are nearly two million students in the academy at present, yet those in the Nascent Soul stage number less than one hundred thousand, and those in the Deity Transformation stage are a mere thousand or so. Furthermore, to wage war in other realms, even the weakest warriors must at least be in the Nascent Soul stage; otherwise, entering the battlefield would be no different from being mere cannon fodder.

Things having reached this point, no matter what Xu Qiao tried to wager with Tang Xiao, it had lost all meaning. Tang Xiao had set his sights on this mid-grade magic tool, and he was determined to have it.

In truth, Lin Xi felt quite helpless as well, but this chip could not be left behind. Therefore, she parted ways with this person and returned to the Oathkeeper flagship to report.

One of Lin Xi's old acquaintances, Ye Huaien, had once also been a registered disciple of this elder.

Though feeling embarrassed, whenever they pretended to be shy, screamed loudly, and scattered like birds and beasts, they could not help but peek at him through the gaps between their fingers.

The current political situation at court seemed to have shifted once again. The arrival of Dowager Empress Li had restored order—or rather, reinstated an overwhelming majesty. Regardless, the previous chaotic scene had vanished, and everyone was now behaving with strict decorum.

I forced my breathing to steady, took a deep breath, and struggled toward the shore. In my eyes, the bank was not far away, yet I simply could not cross over, as if something was blocking the path right in the middle.

"It's nothing, just a rat... It's already run away. Do not come in, I am bathing." Princess Yitai looked at Tang Xiao, who had collapsed onto the floor in extreme weakness before her, and replied to the Imperial Guards outside.

A trace of curiosity flashed in the staff member's eyes. He was merely responsible for delivery and had no idea what was contained inside. However, knowing better than to ask idle questions, he suppressed his curiosity and departed smoothly after completing the handover.

At the same time, Wang An also sensed a bizarre aura permeating the void. This aura was formless and traceless, yet it stirred a deep sense of dread in one's heart.

The stall of the Phoenix Feather Pavilion was located in a corner not far from Su Shu. The vendor was a male cultivator at the early stage of Foundation Establishment who appeared somewhat introverted. His stall displayed a variety of elixirs, spiritual herbs, and ores, though none of them were particularly precious items.

Upon realizing that the gazes from behind had completely vanished, Su Shu and Helian Heng could not help but exchange glances, communicating their thoughts in a fraction of a second.

Inside the room, Yun Yi, lying on the bed, abruptly opened her eyes and looked toward the window. A gap had opened in the window, and the moonlight was gently streaming into the room through that crack.

Dongfang Tiexin felt that Chang Sheng had truly been like this from the very past; by now, he ought to have been tempered through a thousand trials. Even if he were a piece of scrap iron, he should have been forged into fine steel—why was he still in such a miserable state? If he went through this every single time, wouldn't all his living expenses be spent on drowning his sorrows in alcohol?

Yang Jingmo's expression remained calm, and her hands while applying meticulous makeup were as steady as if she were performing surgery on someone else.

Nowadays, corn was doing well enough locally, but the primary focus was on sorghum. Additionally, the fruit required for the White Lotus liquor needed to be adjusted as well.

For Lu Sansheng, marching blindly forward without doing anything would instead be a result contrary to what he desired.

Being wealthy and well-educated, they merely cast a few cold glances upon knowing that someone might have lost their life over there, before continuing on with their own affairs.

Su Ye also expended a great deal of effort and offered lengthy explanations before finally passing the review under instructions from above.

Xiao Ruoshui's words were like an iron rod—no longer a mere steel needle—mercilessly piercing right through that heart of his which had fancied itself indifferent to her. At the same time, it acted like a surge of oxygen detonating violently within a rich gas mixture, unleashing the demonic brute's fierce and unruly nature.

"General Lu has arrived! General Lu has arrived, and General Zhao as well!" the commoners shouted one after another.

Less than a thousand kilometers away from Nie Rong, a colossal universe that blocked half the void appeared before him.

Of course, Long Xingyu could not spread his detection range across this entire dense forest, but managing to remain concealed under such circumstances was already quite an extraordinary feat.

Zhang Liuxue accepted the bowl with both hands and drained it in a single gulp. This modest drink, accompanied by a melody, stirred Zhao Erniu's heart to the point where it could no longer find peace.

"We must have taken the wrong path! But there is only this one tunnel! Could they have all jumped into the lake and committed suicide?!" Kolun said foolishly.

A rather exquisitely crafted large tea mug smashed against the arm he had raised to shield his face, falling to the ground and shattering into pieces.

The hour was already quite late. After chatting with Wu Ruojuan for a while, Li Juan each retired to their respective bedrooms.

Thousands of miles away, a certain master who was meditating sneezed, looked around blankly for a moment, and then closed his eyes once again.

The ancients said that everyone must die; some deaths are heavier than Mount Tai, while others are lighter than a swan's feather. However, regardless of the weight or urgency of death, dead is dead, and a dead person can never come back to life.

"Chu Tian, are you going out to eat? Can you take us with you? We're still so hungry!" Tang Tian addressed Chu Tian directly.

The Primordial Canglong had told him that after fusing with the Dragon God's marrow and the Dragon God's soul, his strength had undergone a sublimation. At that time, he did not feel it too intensely, but now he finally understood what level of sublimation that truly was.

With no better ideas, the others agreed with my conclusion. The three of us found cinnabar and yellow paper in the villa's collection room and proceeded together to a meditation and cultivation chamber within the villa.