Chapter 4: Are There Any Female Scholars?

Two people had already been eliminated not long after the competition began, and the entire city of Nile was tense with apprehension. During this period, lotus root was in season, and there was always a bowl of lotus root soup on the table—making it all the more convenient to add poison to the broth. The one most deeply poisoned in the Diao family was Madam Diao, who was already on the verge of succumbing to the toxin; fortunately, Ling Xiao arrived in time.

Holding Guan Miaotong’s delicate body tightly, the two of them basked in the warmth and silence, quietly savoring this rare moment of peace.

The demonized Li Yuncheng could hear nothing now; he was like a beast with a human face. The malicious glint in his eyes sent a chill through Miao Wanxin’s heart.

The Sect Master of the Cloud-Stepping Sect also joined them, but soon left in disappointment, shaking his head at the disciples of Taichuan Gate.

Later, he was discovered by a Grandmaster from the Nine Seas Sect while on an errand. Seeing his outstanding talent, the Grandmaster brought him back to the sect and took him in as a disciple, imparting knowledge with great care.

He had long suspected that it was Tie Ruhuo who had poisoned him and orchestrated the ambush, but as the two were blood brothers, he forcibly suppressed those thoughts whenever they surfaced—blood, after all, was thicker than water.

The divine projection around Ling Xiao faded, his spirit armor collapsed, and his sword was pointed at Chen Ziyi’s chest.

From these items, Ling Xiao only took a piece of withered wood; the rest were handed over to RC via Windnatt for disposal. These people possessed little of value—only this object held any interest.

Watching Belia transform into a raging Super Saiyan state, Vegeta was both shocked and resentful, his heart a tangle of complex emotions.

Yun Lingjing rolled her eyes in exasperation. The two brothers were so young—her own weight still hadn’t fully dropped since the last time. If she had another child now, wouldn’t she become as fat as a pig?

Even so, it didn’t mean that martial artists at the True Force Triple Realm could neglect the cultivation of their physique.

At this rate, even if Qin Tian didn’t formally become his disciple, his future achievements would not be much less impressive. So what purpose would having him as a disciple really serve?

Li Jian extended a dark-purple finger and gently tapped Xian’s forehead; before their eyes, the latter’s form melted away at an astonishing speed.

As a strand of blue-white light slowly rose along Ai-chan’s body, she gently opened her eyes.

At a glance, he recognized the slightly plump man as Peng Long. After several years apart, Peng Long looked almost unchanged save for his formerly short hair, which was now a little balding.

Bai Ling got up, limping a little as she took a few steps forward, lifting the luminous pearls into the air to illuminate Lu Linsheng, who was already soaring to the top.

If the organization “World Serpent” had never existed, who would know if those weapon descriptions referred to World Serpent, or some mischief by Destiny or Anti-Entropy behind the scenes?

Both had detected an enemy, and this person approached head-on without the slightest attempt to hide—what confidence, what utter disregard for their presence.

Gradually regaining her senses, Ji Shuyu propped herself up in bed, realizing the weakness in her body was simply hunger.

She confirmed her choice, and upon entering, a bold message appeared: “You have successfully registered as a Departmental Avenger. Status: Normal. Rank: Trash, Zero Stars. Collect two stars to be promoted to Scrap Iron.”

Hearing Ning Chuyi’s words, Yi Chuning’s expression tightened, but she kept silent, listening quietly.

Early the next morning, Ning Chuyi set off for the hospital to visit Yan’s mother. When she left the hospital the previous day, Yan’s mother had not yet woken up, and she was still worried about her condition.

Liu Yongcai’s bones felt soft all over, his hands trembling with anxiety. Finally, there was a click—the door lock he’d fumbled with for so long finally opened.

“These Daoists have arrived; there must be some Buddhist masters as well,” Chen Feiyun muttered to himself.

Prince Shang knew his second brother well—his household was full of wives and concubines, and he was especially favored by the beautiful palace maids rewarded by the Imperial Consort.

All the photos and videos they uploaded shared the same background—a table piled with side dishes and a large double-flavored hotpot, evidence that they had just enjoyed a meal together.

He could let her do as she pleased, even marry Gu Beiting—none of it mattered to him. He could always help her resolve these issues later.

His subordinates still couldn’t figure out the relationship between the two and didn’t dare ask—they simply accepted the reward and returned to pursue the main force.

As for developing such equipment for the Nether Clan, Lu Qingci had hinted to Divine Machine Technology that they must keep control of these devices. Should relations with the Nether Clan sour one day, the equipment must be reclaimed to reduce their threat.

Someone was pulling strings behind the scenes. If Lin Muyao, as the chairman, forcibly suppressed all these voices, it would only provoke a greater backlash—playing right into the hands of the hidden mastermind.

In the past, they would still see Nanny Wang around, but ever since Qiu Shuixian and Xiahou Yutong arrived, Nanny Wang had taken a break.

The sword light crashed fiercely against the lotus, as if cracks appeared instantly, but the sword light also weakened considerably.

It was like in the Supreme Hao World, where many veteran Golden Immortals, seeking the highest levels of cultivation, abandoned their humanity to join the ranks of spirits—such was the way of things.

“Ancestor of Humanity, that fiend Jige has wantonly slaughtered important figures of the Eastern Divine Realm. Please, for the sake of the human race, come to our aid,” Emperor Xuanyuan bowed, making it clear he had fallen into the trap, but also owing the Ancestor a favor in return.

Three days passed in a flash. During this time, Lu Yunfei went nowhere, remaining in his hotel room to cultivate.

A single abalone could cost over two hundred thousand, and while guests occasionally ordered them, no one had ever ordered so many at once.

This Spirit Gathering Pill was nothing like the beauty pills Ye Xiaofeng once peddled at the auction, which were little more than a sham.

When Chu Xin made the suggestion, everyone welcomed it—work was hectic, and if the old man could come help directly, it would be a tremendous relief.

Jing Ci rubbed her head, feeling cheerful. “You can have a reward—what would you like?” he asked, taking her bag and tossing it into the basket of his bicycle.

The heavy machine gun in his hands shrieked with a piercing roar, a visible dragon of fire locking onto the rampaging barbarians as Chu Yi’s orders rang out.

If each shirt and pair of pants averaged ten yuan, after discounts, the numbers would match up perfectly.

Most of the audience was male, and every night they fantasized about Princess Lin. If she were to marry Long Fei, their hearts would shatter.

Before Ruan Xinghe could nod, Ali was already bobbing his head like a pecking chicken. He tugged at Ruan Xinghe’s sleeve, and Ruan Xinghe made a “please” gesture. Once all three were seated together, Yu Tianqing suddenly felt an ominous premonition.