Chapter 39: Despair—How Are We Supposed to Fight This Battle?

Xu Qianrui’s entire body stiffened as she turned to look at Teacher Cheng.

At that moment, Teacher Cheng was still studying the list in his hands. When he saw two children fighting, he hurried over and pulled them apart.

He squatted down with a charming smile. “Leoni, we mustn’t fight.”

The child planted both hands on his hips indignantly. “He grabbed my things first! He deserved to be beaten!”

Teacher Cheng said patiently, “Then I’ll make him apologize to you. But you hit him…”

Looking at the key in Qianshen’s hand, Daoist Golden Bell’s face turned livid. Sure enough, it had been snatched from one of his own disciples.

And now, I—someone who could be easily defeated—was being subjected to endless torment. The one tormenting me was A-Ban, who was weeping. A-Ban was conscious, yet under someone else’s control, she had no choice but to cut my flesh, one slash at a time. With every stroke, a tear fell from her eyes.

“Hm?” Qianyue murmured, turning to look at Miss Matsuda Junko as she climbed upward. Since Junko was walking up the stairs, the springtime scenery beneath her skirt was exposed in full, exactly as Youtian had predicted.

After sitting on the sofa and pondering for a long while, Li Tian finally reached a conclusion: Li Qier had simply been bored and had come to tease him.

“Roar!”

The Dragon Rat let out a thunderous cry and opened its mouth, spewing a stream of black vapor. It swept across the enormous hand, shattering its golden surface and blasting open a vast hole. Without slowing in the slightest, the black vapor continued onward and struck the creature of charm.

She was heartbroken. Although she had originally insisted on trading away her soul, she had never wanted to hear Xu Kai say those words.

Once again, Aqi had told her about the Threefold Gate—the Threefold Gate that stripped people of their freedom. What exactly were these three gates? Were they connected to the Ghost Granny and Aqi’s mother’s illness?

Countless clouds gathered into a vortex nearly fifty meters in diameter. Light continuously poured from the long sword in Molu’s hand into the vortex, gradually forming an enormous magical sphere.

Moreover, the policies of the Bureau of Market Exchange had begun to take effect. They generated substantial fiscal revenue, improved the supply of materials in every region, and brought relief to the lives of the people, who had previously been plunged into misery by the wars.

Qian’er’s expression changed slightly. If that were truly the case, then given Shentu Chong’s overbearing nature, her fate would be utterly miserable.

Xie Gongbao secretly marveled at the situation. When it came to honeyed words and opportunistic maneuvering, he thought there was probably no one in the world who could surpass Fang Siruo.

…Go, I don’t know how to play. Call me, and have a drink at half past five. I can see you want to take a week’s leave, but your wallet won’t allow it. Truly, there’s nothing to be done.

Long Xiangfei and Xia Wuhou both sat down cross-legged in excitement. Chen Xiao swept out his sleeve, and Xiao Kuangmang and the others, who had been concealed within it, appeared as well.

The Hunting Fang Legion had suffered devastating losses in the Mengyu Mountains and on the Taihuang Mountain battlefield. Even now, it had yet to recover its strength. The Cheetah Tribe had been reduced to only five armies; the White-feathered Lion Tribe held sole command of the Seventh Army; the three Howling Wind Tiger tribes jointly commanded the Eighth Army; while Zhang San and Li Si each commanded the Ninth and Tenth Armies.

Thus, they could only assume that Jiang Xie was probably out of his mind and that they had been overthinking matters. One after another, they became excited and declared their willingness to take part in the auction of the Red Lotus Marvelous Flower.

After hearing Tu Ming’s explanation, the members of the Xiao family revealed looks of sudden understanding. They had indeed been puzzled about why Xiao Yan had suddenly attacked Tu Ming. It turned out that the two sides had already formed a grudge. Relying on their superior numbers and strength, the Xiao family had tried to capture Tu Ming, only to lose their lives in the attempt.

Whenever Xue Shiqi heard Tu Ming speak that way, it was as though he had been injected with stimulants. He would rather work himself unconscious than show the slightest weakness before Tu Ming.

In places where the vital energy of heaven and earth gathered in great abundance, spiritual veins would naturally form over the passage of many years. Most spiritual veins possessed no attribute at first, allowing cultivators of any attribute to absorb their power. If they were influenced by another attribute during their formation, however, they would transform into spiritual roots.

“How are they still alive? Weren’t those old fellows sent to deal with them?” another martial artist shouted.

More importantly, he could use this achievement to advance his status within the Morgan family.