Chapter 103: Snatching Victory from the Jaws of Defeat

Mu Linyu leapt forward and said, "Stay! This time, you don’t have to leave!" With a swift motion of her hand, a cold sword shot straight up. Xiang Tuorong snorted coldly, stepped back, and quickly leapt dozens of paces away.

A few days later, Chen Yu brought some supplements to visit the Zhu family and planned to pick up the Lin family as well. Unexpectedly, upon entering, she found the courtyard in chaos, noisy and disorderly. Even the frail Mrs. Zhu was being supported outside, causing Chen Yu’s brow to furrow and her good mood to vanish entirely.

Chu Xinping was pale with shock, and before she could react, a dark, hard object suddenly struck her forehead with force!

That evening’s meal was still prepared by Aunt Wang. Though the taste was ordinary, it was at least filling.

They led the team forward, with Li Zhichen and Mei Hanxia walking at the front, followed by Yu Nanzi, Chen Xun, and others in sequence, and finally the major leaders from other sects.

“Enough, if you’re scared, go back first. Who dares to touch me in public?” After being humiliated by Guo Jia, Dong Zhuo was already on the verge of exploding. Now, being repeatedly blocked by Dong Han, a fire surged within him instantly.

Once the pot came to a complete boil, Yu’er tasted it, found it a bit bland, added some salt and a sprinkle of chopped scallions, then took it off the heat.

The two supported the elderly man as they walked outside. It was the depths of winter, with drifting clouds above and willows swaying gently by the stream. The fields were lush with various vegetables and fruits. The bright sunlight warmed their bodies—a gentle warmth that softened the cold winter breeze.

“Finished watching? Any explanation?” Cheng Yuan’s face was stern, words few but sharp, his cold tone making Cheng Yan’s heart tremble. Raised with strict family discipline, Cheng Yan always treated elders with respect, especially before an uncle who was like a father. Given the circumstances, he knew his family opposed and even tabooed his involvement in racing.

This planet was vast beyond measure. Old resources had been exhausted, yet new ones continued to be discovered.

Grade One Spiritual Soil, Grade Two, Grade Three, Four, Five, up to Nine. Eventually, it stopped at Nine-Grade Spiritual Soil. To advance to Supreme Spiritual Soil would require top-grade spirit stones. Chen Jin had no idea of this; he only felt the spiritual energy in the soil growing denser.

She rarely had the chance to bring such items to the military camp, so although she liked them, she didn’t buy them—never imagining he secretly purchased them for her.

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By the twentieth lap, Wang Xiu and Ximen Xuefeng had pulled ahead by two laps, surprising the instructor. He stopped worrying about the lagging recruits and stayed close to Wang Xiu, eager to see how long he could endure.

Ruan Tian thought Mu Nianchen’s bodyguards were nothing special and assumed they had already informed Mu Nianchen of everything.

As the Laughing Monk landed, he quickly oriented himself and headed toward Ciyun Temple. After a few steps, his figure disappeared into the night.

Mu Nianchen seemed to sneer; Ruan Tian knew it was a mockery of her overconfidence.

This place was a natural ice rink; practicing skating here would surely be a delight.

Unexpectedly, the opponent was so aggressive from the start, and within minutes, they found themselves in a headwind.

In an instant, the once vast distance between the two was reduced to a close proximity, close enough for casual conversation.

However, her consciousness grew increasingly dim. She desperately wanted to sleep, her eyelids heavy. The pain caused her to sweat coldly, and the sweat seeping into her wounds intensified her agony.

“My goodness, Yun’er, that move of yours is too powerful!” Helan Jin exclaimed in astonishment, never having imagined witchcraft could wield such strength.

He cursed loudly and told me to sit in the driver’s seat like him. Then he got out and stood in front of the car, peering inside.

“Senior, have you said whether your appearance here was by chance or by fate?” Fang Yan asked again, still smiling.

The layout of the entire building was similar; this floor also had several offices. However, their doors bore no signs and were tightly locked, leaving the contents a mystery.

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Nowadays, in a sour mood, everything seemed displeasing. Even this essay, written by the top scholar, could be faulted.

The Yumei Foundation was no longer just expanding in China but had overseas branches, especially in the US, where development was robust thanks to Su Ruotong’s charitable fundraising wave. By this measure, Su Ruotong was truly eligible to apply.

While Su Liguo was preparing to borrow money from a friend, Qiu Hanhui called to say the problem had been resolved.

“You all keep busy. I’m a bit hungry; find something for me to eat,” Lin Yang said, putting on a rogue’s air as he waved to the cooks.

Leaning on the bed, I found the train’s rocking unsettling. But hearing Qin Yiheng was also on board earlier was somewhat comforting. At least we were heading in the same direction.

Soon after the SKG and G3 teams left the arena, staff notified the competitors that they could enter.

In contrast, another special figure only had the blessing of noble blood — Helista Lance.

Shen Fengshu sensed her worries and shifted to comfort her, saying the prince’s order to summon Xu Jingtian to the capital didn’t necessarily mean he would stay there.

Though slower to react, once the arm swung, most people couldn’t dodge the powerful gusts it generated—the force of the pillar’s movement was palpable.

Indeed, the top students in Class A were observing a peer they hadn’t previously studied closely.