Chapter 22: The Boy's Right Ear Goes Deaf

Hikaru Sakuraba rubbed the bridge of his nose.
Right, this time he had acted first and reported later, rushing straight to Pingzhen, which had upset the young girl.
What he just told Ji Shichu about sneaking out at midnight to scavenge was a lie.
He hated how slowly he was progressing; not only had he failed to make a connection with Brother Xing, but he hadn’t found a single friend, nor did he know anyone at all.
Cang Luocheng, having assisted Prefect Min and the provincial officials in resettling the displaced villagers, planned to visit the mass burial site.
Every time a taxi arrived, she reached out her hand, waving it frantically. Yet the cab drivers seemed not to see her at all and sped past as if she were invisible.
Mingyi sighed inwardly at his somewhat extreme temperament—how had he become like this? Perhaps it was the influence of Lady Yin all along, poisoning his mind, portraying Mingyi as a tyrant monopolizing power, belittling his abilities, and usurping the leader’s position. If he didn’t step forward and confront this face-to-face, misunderstandings would only deepen.
He would become a Buddha one day. Ultimately, he would shed this body trapped by worldly desires and her influence and ascend to the Pure Land.
It was said that the lowest point of the “Reverse Five-Pointed Star” pointed directly to Hell, capable of drawing in the underworld’s yin energy, commanding a hundred demons for one’s own use.
“It’s nothing!” Hearing Leng Bingqing’s concerned question, Ming Hanfeng relaxed his body and feigned indifference.
Unlike the brutal and bloody times Xuanyuan Yeyan faced outside, these students all bore expressions of pure, serene smiles; clearly, for them, entering Tianhai Academy was a great blessing.
She lowered her head, pondering, then smiled—after all, this wasn’t murder or arson; there was no need to lie.
“Hmph, since you don’t dare take that hundred thousand dollars, let’s go then!” he said provocatively, casting a mocking glance at the surrounding police. He laughed arrogantly. No sooner had he spoken than a convoy of a dozen vehicles—Rolls-Royces and Hummers—rushed over at breakneck speed.
In other words, even if they wanted to learn the whole story from Mo Nian, it was impossible now.
Just as Xia Linxi drunkenly told her, who could blame her for liking someone so much? To the point of losing all reason and logic—what else could she do?
But Shen Ruqi remained unresponsive, staring blankly out the window as her thoughts drifted far away.
That drop of blood served as the bond linking cultivators and the ranking stone; the ranking stone could sense the position of the Spirit Refining Stone, which in turn recorded the cultivator’s blood… The expert who forged the ranking stones was truly formidable to conceive and craft such a magical method.
“Flaming Palm Technique!” Guan Haoshan, a fire-attribute battle Taoist, wielded this skill that infused his palms with fiery energy.
“Good day, young sir. How may I assist you?” As Jiang Ping entered Taihe Building, a waiter at the entrance stopped him with a polite inquiry.
“Don’t panic, rest assured, everything’s fine!” Uncle Sam was actually quite anxious inside; when Lisa’s mother gave birth to Lisa, he was even more nervous than Wuyin is now.
After speaking, he formed a hand seal, and suddenly the entire underground palace trembled as sinister energy swirled in from its edges.
Youyouzi bent down gently, cheeks flushed with a tipsy glow, speaking in a slightly drunken tone.
A disciple forever stuck at the third level of the Golden Core phase wasn’t worth his attention at all.
He continued, “Let’s toast this cup first, to our tomorrow! And to our bright future!” Old Xu downed his glass and poured another without hesitation.
This was the first time he had been so intimately close with a girl, at least in this lifetime. He thought that if he acted this way, what might follow wouldn’t be a reward but rather a chopping knife.