Volume One, Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Eight: The Underground Library

Above the sprawling complex of buildings at the North Campus of Sanyi, the previously calm space suddenly began to twist. Following that, several figures stepped out one after another from the distorted spatial light curtain. The leader had a head of white hair and a beard, and was dragging a mangled humanoid puppet in his hand.

"How is the situation at the school?" Hai Tuchuan tossed the Deva puppet in his hand to the ground, his figure flashing as he appeared on the roof of a tall building.

"It's a complete mess." On this rooftop, a middle-aged man dispersed the spatial aftershocks in mid-air and said with a headache, "Jiang Tianwen and the others are putting out fires everywhere, but there are simply too many of these Deva-path bastards."

"The ringleaders..."

According to Great Tree's train of thought, he should have been able to rally hundreds or thousands of warriors no matter what, but Divine General Chen and Elder Fang stopped Great Tree.

A crystal-clear silver-white slender sword appeared before Guyu's eyes. Guyu did not miss a single detail from start to finish, and relying on his supreme creativity and comprehension, he naturally grasped the forging process, yet it seemed the system god did not acknowledge it.

"Now the heretics all believe that the Grand Ancestor's secret treasure is with me. I know there are internal problems within the Lingxiao Valley as well. In my current situation, I would inevitably drag Uncle Xiuming down." Fu Yunnuan could tell that Valley Master Jinghong was concerned about him; all he needed to do now was to persuade the Valley Master, choosing the lesser of two evils.

"Why not go together? Coincidentally, I also want to see who has such guts!" Li Chengxuan carried a hint of a smile, though what this truly meant was known only to himself and Yue Wuzuo.

All the new recruits were gathered together, and Tom led them to a corner of the airfield—a specially set-up hygiene and cleaning station. Before entering the wooden bathhouse, every recruit had to strip completely naked, leaving all their clothes and belongings outside.

Yet Wang Peng saw it very clearly: aside from achieving some genuine results during his initial days at the Commerce Bureau, ever since Feng Tianming moved to the Economic and Trade Commission, every single thought in his mind had been exclusively about official ranks and positions.

With his objective achieved, Wang Peng left the bottle of liquor he brought for Nian Baiyang, saying it was an early New Year greeting to the leader. Nian Baiyang accepted it with a smile and also returned a box of imported cigarettes to Wang Peng.

"Don't kids these days lack a sense of crisis altogether?" The infighting between Fu Yunnuan and Yu Pianpian was already crystal clear to Feng Piaomiao and Tai Xuan, and the two of them were getting more and more heated as they fought.

Qian Ruoruo suddenly burst into tears, burying her head in Jing Muxuan's arms, as if crying it out would make everything better.

Jing Muxuan unlocked his phone, a cold glint flashing through his deep pupils. Afterward, he grabbed the jacket draped over the back of his chair and strode out of his office with overbearing majesty.

Ning Xia's eyes had already begun to feel sore, and now, urged by Leng Che's words, the oncoming wave of sleepiness became even more irresistible.

With my hair loose and disheveled, I calmly walked up to Tao Yuhua and picked up the cup of fragrant tea that had been sitting there for a long time, offering it to her.

Without expressing thanks, seemingly taking it all for granted, these disciples in truth no longer considered themselves outsiders. Great kindness needs no words of gratitude; keeping it cherished in one's heart is enough.

This private room had already been used by the young masters and was no longer suitable for hosting a birthday party, so they left the restaurant and headed to another one, opening a private room to go inside.

"Sister, are you hungry? I'm sorry, please wait just a little longer." While working nimbly with hands and feet to prepare the meal, Diu Diu turned her head to say to Fairy Luofu.

"How is this possible? How could he have discovered this place? Could someone have leaked the secret?" Baron Cole muttered to himself.

"I can't go on, I really can't walk another step!" Completely disregarding the filthy ground, Nuannuan plopped her bottom right down and refused to move.

For some unknown reason, when Young Master Jinyu spoke these words, his tone suddenly carried a great deal of undisguised disdain.

Tossing and turning, these remarks all failed to hit the mark. It seemed Rong Yuyi was truly resorting to desperate measures due to her illness.

By the time she reacted, the railings and pillars of the garden had already been draped with colorful gauze.

As her voice trailed off, the expressions of the crowd grew even more fanatical. The paths of faith of at least two or three hundred people abruptly became much sturdier; although they had not yet reached the level of fanatical believers, they were not far off.