36 The True and False Heiress (14)

Although his general direction was toward the school, there was a roundabout along the way. Taking the first exit led to a long road flanked by orchards on both sides.

There was no other choice; only Buddhist martial arts could channel internal energy. To win, Chen Hao could no longer afford to be picky.

"Why delay any further? We’ve already stalled for days. Now, we just wait for my sister to return and save us." Lin Jiaxi sat on the ground, leaning against the wall. A patch of skin on her forehead had been broken, leaving a pool of blood, and her voice sounded weak and listless.

Chen Hao smiled and reached out to stroke Jiang Li’s cheek, earning a sharp glare in return.

"That was sung brilliantly! If that were the rock-and-roll era of the seventies or eighties, it would have surely become a nationwide sensation," remarked a heavyweight figure in the rock music scene.

Standing nearby, Duan Xueqing was left speechless; Lin Fei’s comment had belittled her right along with the others.

It was fortunate that Xiao Gang was a member of the Xiao family; otherwise, he wouldn’t have even passed the preliminary auditions, let alone qualified for the competition.

The matter reached the point where the highest-ranking official personally took note and issued instructions for Huang Lei to pay close attention to Chen Hao’s movements.

By this time, Zhong Tianrong and his companion had already led their men to drive the weaker martial artists away from the perimeter of the ring.

"Call over every hotshot you know. Let us see what you’re made of tonight," Cai Wanwan said, sitting down and throwing the Fat Cat's own words back at him.

"I wonder what your thoughts are regarding the video game industry, Mr. Li?" Masaya Nakamura sat upright, speaking with full confidence.

A handsome young man wearing gold-rimmed spectacles and a thick, high-collared trench coat fiddled with a harp in a leisurely manner, his slender fingers plucking the strings. Playing melodic notes, he walked with a light, graceful gait, moving slowly across the broad, flat plaza.

The fact that N2 could teleport at will, ignoring Pascal’s force field, proved that she was telling the truth: she was indeed the strongest master of the machine lifeform network in this region.

Zhang Shi was a very courteous scholar; even when sitting on his knees, he was perfectly proper, with every smile, word, and gesture being elegant and measured.

Before her stood the immortal sect cultivators, who seemed eager to devour them alive, while behind her was a youth who had lost all ability to resist.

This old man looked different from ordinary cultivators. He wore a dark blue robe and kept a medical kit by his feet, suggesting he was a physician. He was the very "Dr. Xie" that Yan Jiaoyue had mentioned earlier when discussing Yan Xuanji’s condition.

We have adopted a rounding approach, repeatedly comparing these two 5-star games, and have finally confirmed that both meet the standards for 5-star titles.

After walking around the Bureau of Smelting for a while, it was already about ten in the morning. Li Guo’er had long since lost her patience, hesitating several times as if she were about to scream that she was being harassed if Ye Zhong didn't take her away from this dump immediately.

Hearing Ling Hao’s nonchalant remark, Yan Qing, who was already struggling with the situation, glared with indignant fury.

"Break for me!" Yang Tian roared, his hair flying wildly. A vast, overwhelming aura of blood surged down, causing the entire Dao Palace to begin collapsing.

"Huh?" Xia Xinran looked up, slightly stunned. "Shouldn’t he be at home?" It was still early, and the workday hadn't even begun. She found it strange that these people would come looking for Jing Jian so early.

Red and white ripples appeared before her. When her hand touched them, she could feel a vibration, and then her body felt as if it were being drawn toward them by a snail.

Who could have guessed that the once-obscure Mo Ran would become a figure on the rich list? Without needing to struggle, she had obtained things that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to dream of in a lifetime. Perhaps this was fate.

After Jian Ao left, Long Tian suddenly remembered Hun Feishan. It had been so long, and he still hadn't come to look for him; it seemed he wasn't one for joining in the excitement. Long Tian couldn't be bothered to call him anyway; after all, Hun Feishan’s strength wasn't particularly formidable, and his presence made little difference.

Gu Jingchen suddenly quickened his pace, chasing after the direction Jian Ning had left in, abandoning the last shred of his manners without even saying goodbye.

When they finished tidying up and arrived at the dining room, the table was already lively. The twins were racing around the table, followed by a breathless Cao Haiyan, while Tiantian stared wide-eyed from his mother’s arms, eager to join in.

When her hand was pulled away by Long Tian, Zhu Yalan’s heart began to thud violently. This was the first time she had been held by a member of the opposite sex. Feeling the warmth of Long Tian’s palm, she hesitated for a moment before turning her hand to clasp his tightly.

Deep in the Changbai Mountains, there were many snakes, including quite a few venomous ones. Old Qin had walked these paths for many years and, logically, should have seen many, but he was completely unfamiliar with the white snake before him, which meant this species was rare.

The next morning, I learned that Shen Yi had executed Chen Qiusheng’s family the previous night. Not a single one was spared; the shooting took place at eleven o'clock at the sand pits on the outskirts of town.

Shi You’en responded with a smile, turned his head, and never looked back. The three people in the courtyard watched the Taoist and the monk slowly walk away into the distance.

Stepping out the door, Yu Nuonuo was stunned by the depth of the snowfall. So much had accumulated in just one night that a single step buried her ankle completely.

A-Luo felt an unusual wave of nausea. She covered her mouth tightly, afraid she might throw up if she couldn't hold it back.

They were experienced in battle and possessed the most powerful cavalry on the entire continent. Along with the nomadic tribes of the grasslands, they were known as the "Twin Masters of the Steppe."

And then there was Qing Ge, who had already died once for his sake; how could he bear to let her put herself in danger again?

Duanmu Shenjiu stood up, stretched, and continued walking. Wu Hou tossed away his empty paper bowl and followed.

Yu Nuonuo looked at the snowy landscape with some reluctance, but if she didn't leave now, it would be broad daylight, and her attire was already inappropriate for the hour.

In the air, Hong Tianming felt a surging force of fist energy in his chest. He was suddenly struck with terror and tried to mobilize his internal spiritual power to block it, but the force was too vast and irresistible, as if it were about to burst forth from his very chest.