Volume One, Chapter 147: You Have Me Misunderstood

The rain poured down with increasing intensity, obscuring the landscape until it was impossible to distinguish withered trees from wild grass.

There was only the face of Jin Yao before her.

Magnified, constantly magnified.

Shen Zhaowu instinctively retreated. Such proximity made her feel insecure, and she longed to escape.

"Zhaozhao." Sensing his fiancée's evasive movement, Jin Yao’s fingertips stiffened slightly. He gripped the umbrella handle, pressed his thin lips together, and a flicker of hurt passed through his eyes.

There were hundreds of thousands of troops in the south, but they were tied up defending against the Great Jin Dynasty to the north; it was impossible for them to break away and rush here.

Old Zhu’s words kept playing on a loop in Chu Jingchi’s ears, even though he knew it was impossible—just a ploy to sow discord.

"Very well, I accept my punishment, but shouldn't the Emperor be punished as well?" Xiao Qingshan looked at him with a faint smile, though there was no warmth in her autumn-water eyes.

Nexus, mid-sprint, came to a halt. Drawing energy from his core, he summoned a circular, blue, water-like light shield in front of him.

Xiao Qingshan had arranged for Madam Qiao to be seated near Qiao Hanshan, allowing the long-separated couple to have a proper chat.

At this moment, her mouth was full of sand and her nose filled with the stench of decay. She truly did not want to stay in this place a moment longer.

As he spoke, several giant dragons made of flame erupted from the fire-gathering basin in the Beast God's hands, rushing toward Chen Li.

The carriage traveled along the bustling main street. Chi Xue sat inside, clutching a box, looking at Zuo Yue with an expression of disbelief.

The person who posted the video was a bald man wearing sunglasses, exuding a strong aura of the streets.

He had not expected that the sword strike he had just delivered was something even a first-rate grandmaster might not dare to face head-on.

Qi Ming sat heavily on the ground, recalling the life-threatening dangers of entering the forbidden zone; none of this was like what was taught in the classes at the Demon Catching Bureau.

Secondly, at Miaojiagou, there were three acres of high-quality spiritual land on Longmen Mountain. Miao Huai could purchase it and manage it independently. Kou Shihu offered to act as a bridge, allowing him to join the Bear King’s "Tianyao Group" and cultivate various spirits, including the "Blood Dragon Ginseng," linked to the "Tianyao Secret Arts," as needed.

Zhang Feng’s cultivation was still weak, so the mid-grade treasure weapon Lin Fan gave him was perfect. Clutching the blade, he was overcome with excitement, itching to use it to hunt down demonic beasts immediately.

But if the skills of two or three spirit pets all showed mutations, anyone with a bit of sense would realize something was wrong.

With a flash, he plunged into the cyan pillar of light ahead. The moment he entered, Lin Fan’s injuries and depleted vital energy were fully restored, and he felt refreshed once more.

Wang Kangming rushed immediately to Fang Wanli’s office, then invited Chen Nenggeng to go to the bank with him to apply for a loan.

Moreover, they found four tapes in the villa, three of which were confirmed to be recordings of the previous three incidents.

"What do you mean by that? Is your Prince injured?" Bai Wanrou’s heart tightened; her concern for Chen Ruzhi had already become an instinctive reaction.

Miao Huai found an excuse to take the Rubik’s cube, cast a seal to store the flowerpot in the Cloud Gate space, walked to the temple entrance, and then retrieved it from the space to set it back in place.

The soldiers could sleep, but they definitely could not. Li Shusen and Old Guan would arrive soon and would surely summon them, so they had to keep pushing through.

When Aoxue opened her eyes in the morning, she saw the handsome face right in front of her. She looked at it and smiled, then reached out and lightly flicked the nose. She turned to get out of bed, but before she could reach the floor, she was scooped back up by a pair of large hands.

Xu Yunyan found it difficult to deal with Zhou Lieyan and Luo Zhenzhen for the time being. They kept a distance of about twenty meters—neither too close nor too far—allowing them to cover and protect each other. Xu Yunyan failed to land a hit, and the two sides remained at a stalemate.

As soon as the words were spoken, sharp icicles sprouted from the gate like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, freezing the dozen or so meters around them into a sheet of ice.

"Who is your master? Have you forgotten who saved you from Hu San all those years ago?" Mingyue stared coldly at her maid, Meixiang.

"No need to call her. I prepared her portion when I came back." Aoxue crushed his hopes once again.

Thinking of this, Deng Desheng shed some of his contempt, though he still didn't take it too seriously. Once they clashed, Deng Desheng knew he had been wrong.

Jian Mo nodded obediently, watching as Jian Qianqian arranged the sliced fruit on a plate, then followed closely behind her into the living room.

Stepping down from the resurrection circle, Qian Renxing looked up and was immediately frozen by the scene before him.

Wanxi was lost in a daze and hadn't paid much attention, but the Emperor suddenly pulled to a sharp halt.

In the early stages, Yuanshi generally only accepted innate beings as disciples. As for the Wu and Demon clans, apart from Daoist Huanglong who had followed him for a long time, he accepted no one.

A sect with dozens of Daluo Golden Immortals... this was something no other sect in the entire Immortal Realm possessed today.

At this moment, Ye Xiaofeng saw that a large open space below the city wall had already been cordoned off.

The three paths each had their own pros and cons. Whichever one was chosen, it would not be a smooth or easy road; there would be risks, challenges, and even the danger of total annihilation.

Chu Tianze circled around the Desolate God. Generally speaking, the members of the guardian families who came here were exceptionally loyal to the Desolate God.

Just as everyone was intently watching the screen, the Dream Team’s "Xin Zhao" and "Corki" began to engage the enemy heroes directly, easily eliminating the white-robed old man.

I walked out of the restroom, shielding my face as I headed back. There were still many students scouring the street at this time.

As soon as the words fell, "Xin Zhao" explored the jungle area below the enemy base, clearing out all the vision wards the enemies had placed earlier.

"With all of you leaving one by one, why should I stay at the school? I’ve made up my mind: I’ll resign once you graduate," I said.