Chapter 110: What White Jade Capital Wants Is Not the World

The four o'clock sun cut diagonally across the skyline of Shanghai, plating the school bus outside New City Kindergarten in a warm, honey-like gold.

The children stood in a neat line, bidding their teacher farewell one by one before boarding the bus.

Diya sat cross-legged on the roof of the vehicle, her slender silhouette cast into a sharp shadow against the setting sun. Her white wide-leg trousers were stretched taut over her thighs, the fabric fibers emitting a faint groan as if they might tear under the strain at any moment. She reached for her golden—

"How could that be? You are someone who has completed military research projects; these problems certainly cannot stump you." Lu Jiayao’s tone was filled with absolute trust in Fu Xin.

The old man acted again, a gentle white light melting the blood and causing it to flow into the bowl already containing Chen Xiang's blood. Afterward, the two of them watched the large bowl with nervous gazes.

Feeling the power brought by the peak of the first stage of the Adoration Art, Chen Xiang even believed that if he were to jump from a ten-story building, his body would not suffer any significant damage, let alone with this set of equipment.

Almost as soon as Gu Chu spoke, Song Sisi detected something amiss in his tone. Although he was still speaking gently, it masked an unmistakable sense of loss and exhaustion.

With a loud crash, cracks appeared on the energy light shield, which then shattered abruptly. The star-light orb was seen striking directly toward the back of Xia Zhongtang’s heart.

Although the subordinates felt a sense of grievance, they dared not utter a single word in the face of the family head's interrogation.

Just as Guying had said, ever since reaching the third stage of cultivation, Chen Xiang had felt his own inadequacy. No matter how desperately he cultivated, he could only consolidate his foundation and purify the impurities in his body; he could not advance his cultivation by even a fraction.

Her hand, holding the drawing tool, paused. "Can I still trust you?" She looked up and offered a gentle, elegant smile. The two envoys seemed bewitched by her expression and stood there, momentarily dazed. She was truly too beautiful; it was no wonder their master was beyond redemption.

Consequently, Fu Xin recounted her previous speculations and the results she had just obtained to Xie Yun in great detail.

They could even hear the heavy breathing erupting from their own noses and mouths, and those of their colleagues around them. A great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

I then realized in retrospect that Zhang Ruiran had paid with a credit card earlier; his signature should be on the receipt.

University junior Chen Che and his mentor, Elder Bai, invented "time-travel" technology. Chen Che had the honor of becoming the first time-traveler, visiting many breathtaking moments in the past.

Although this attempt at showing off hadn't gone perfectly and he had ended up looking somewhat disheveled midway, the system ultimately judged the mission to be complete.

She rambled on for quite a while longer, finally adding that once she was discharged from the hospital, I should move back to the old family estate so it would be easier for her to look after me.

They had always been at odds with the You Yaoqi Academy, and recently, they had even become provocative, killing several students from You Yaoqi who possessed stronger spiritual power.

At a fork in the road leading toward the suburbs, there was a plot of land owned by Zhengde. They had originally intended to build a residential area there, but for some reason, after the foundation was laid, the site had remained abandoned.

"Hmph, I've heard it said that one would rather believe in ghosts than in the mouth of a man." Sensing Peng Ye’s vow, Su Huanzhen finally looked up, curling her lip and casting a disdainful glance his way.

After much deliberation, choosing the lesser of two evils, Gu Xixi appeared at Su Zhen’s house, feeling quite cowardly.

"Futong. Tianji, Tianyin, Xiuge, and Qingqiu, along with Jinguang, have all arrived at the foot of the mountain. What do you think?" At that moment, Wang Xin appeared in the council hall and asked Yuan Futong.

Originally, this skill seemed like nothing and had never been useful, but the situation was different now. Wang Wei had lost all his power, including his superhuman strength, and could not even sense his divine contract, yet this single talent of "Soul Whispering" had been preserved.

The tall Taoist priest exerted great effort to push the door open, only to find the backyard completely empty. With no trace of Ye Tianyun to be seen, he could only stomp his feet and beat his chest in frustration.