Chapter 43: Forced to Participate

“Brother, was that poem just now your own composition?”
Su Yun lifted his gaze to study Ye Cheng, his eyes brimming with astonishment.
Ye Cheng took a calm sip of wine and replied with a smile, “It was nothing, just a few lines that came to mind. There’s no need to make a fuss.”
“Nothing? You call that just making up a few lines?”
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This time, at last, there was some effect. Though the sword could not cleave through, this subtle, supple palm strike carried the force to shatter stones across a mountain, and it could instantly multiply the power of my blow severalfold.
Xue Yue arrived on Flame Dragon Star and, sure enough, beheld a sizable warship. Without a word, he stored the warship within his inner world, then returned to that watery planet.
Perhaps he had never truly looked at me before, for in his eyes, I was not even worth mentioning. But now that he finally regarded me directly, the mocking expression on his face vanished, replaced in an instant by a venomous hatred.
At that moment, a swirl of yellow mist spewed from the mouth of the gourd, gradually condensing in the air. The mist grew denser, taking on an ever clearer shape.
Then, before my eyes, appeared a terrifying sight: dogs leaping and piling atop one another, forming a mountain of hounds.
A blood-red hexagram Sharingan gazed down coldly at the two of them, an overwhelming sense of disgust flooding the soul.
They understood now that today, Major General Jing Tian would not be able to kill Qian Zhougang. In fact, it was uncertain whether he could even keep his own life.
Hibbert whipped around as if struck by lightning, only to see the half-elf vanish. In her hand now appeared an odd contraption, a hybrid of metal and wood.
“Very well! Since the vote has passed, Hunan will be entrusted to General Xue Yue’s Ninth Army Group.”
Thus, as soon as Xu Ming stepped out of the chaotic teleportation array, he made a decisive beeline for the Primordial Temple.
At that moment, in the restroom on the first floor, a slender arm rested against the mirror, while behind her, a large hand reached for Jiang Xing’s fitted skirt.
As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Su Yun, drenched from head to toe, exchanging tender glances with Mo Tianli. Rage instantly surged within him.
It was a Sunday. Song Mingyi did not have to go to work, and Lu Yimo was also home. She set aside her other business, choosing instead to continue sketching designs for Lu Mingzhu.
“No wonder Hao Ran’s lies sounded so real just now—he was telling the truth all along. He really does care about me…” At this thought, Si Tu Yaru’s joy overflowed, and she could not help but smile in happiness.
Tang Su said she would finish eating, and she actually did. The little Dumpling lay down on the floor in despair, fuming as she closed her eyes.
As for Seventh Uncle’s injuries, Ning Changfeng knew well that, although the Danhua Record contained information on spiritual vein repair, it required refining a sixth-grade elixir. At his current strength, he likely could not succeed.
“Alright! In that case, let’s not stay here any longer. Let’s move quickly—now that we have this, this battle will be much easier.” Chu Haoran laughed gleefully. He could hardly contain his delight; it was as if he’d picked up three hundred Purgatory Legion soldiers for free. Dealing with Lietian would be no trouble now.
In the bar, all the instructors except for Qing Man stared at Chu Haoran as if he were some kind of monster, eyes wide in disbelief.
With that, Ning Changfeng took from his bosom the wooden box Xiao Kun had given him earlier and retrieved the Spirit-Nurturing Pill within.
Ever since forming his core, meditation had replaced sleep as his rest, and it had been a long time since he’d needed sleep to ease his fatigue. But this time, he had been utterly drained—he didn’t want to lift a finger, only to collapse and sleep until he lost all sense of the world.
Chen Shaoming and several colleagues were at a crossroads, inspecting passing vehicles. Suddenly, an Audi revved its engine and shot forward with a whoosh.