Volume 1, Chapter 40: Zhang Yan Surrenders and the Bingzhou Legion

He sat down in the gaming chair. An expensive chair indeed felt much more comfortable than those soft leather sofa chairs; its exquisite curve supported his spine perfectly when leaning back, making it even cozier than lying in bed.

Feeling the piercing pain in his flesh and the interference of various auditory hallucinations, Liyang immediately sat cross-legged upon the withered bones. Ignoring the agony on his body, he exerted his utmost to operate the long-neglected Divine Refining Dao, resisting the murmurs whispering by his ears and the illusions within his sea of consciousness.

The two of them were startled. Although he had never seen a Netherworld Fruit, being scions of a prominent family, they had certainly heard of it. Such a spiritual fruit produced in ghostly realms was rarely possessed by any Qi cultivator.

Another matter concerned the matriarch, who intended to arrange Yuchun’s marriage with Fu Heng, the eldest son of Lord Fu, the Master of the Directorate of Education.

Lu Zhannan entered the hospital, and before even reaching the elevator, he ran into Jiang Xin, who was just coming out and preparing to head home.

However... wasn't there a joint training session going on right now? He had returned due to special circumstances, so why had she returned as well?

Tang Haoyu sat up, rubbing his eyes still heavy with sleep. He had slept all the way through the journey. He had to admit that the bed in this RV was quite comfortable; no sooner had he lain down than he drifted off into dreams.

The senior's father was truly a professional journalist. Without needing Chu Nannan's reminder, he set up the camera, strongly implying that he intended to blow the matter wide open.

Art students were people prone to visual fatigue and possessed fiery tempers. If word got out to them, it would probably be quite difficult to tidy up the mess, wouldn't it?

Ye Mo had not expected the monk to resort to such a tactic. His left hand was blocked, and his right hand held a wine glass, leaving him with no free hand to push the monk's right hand away.

As for Chen Hailing, she lowered her head once more, wearing an expression as if she were about to cry. For she knew that Yang Xun was right, yet she had no way to accompany Yang Xun; because compared to Yang Xun, her strength was truly too feeble, and she would only serve as a drag on him.

Bai Zhenyang tossed out these bombshell revelations, successfully stunning them into a daze—so much so that they actually forgot about reprimanding him just moments ago.

The moment Chen Ke caught sight of Song Yi's embarrassed plight, a hint of smugness crossed her face. The corners of her mouth curved up in an imperceptible smile, and her hands resumed the motion she had been repeating earlier.

Chen Hailing finally released Yang Xun with a look of utter satisfaction. Yang Xun put on an expression as if he had finally been rescued, and then offered a bitter smile to the bearded man nearby.

Even though separated by a dozen yards, she could still feel the other party's heavy, hot, and foul-smelling breath rushing toward her face.

This time, without Cao Zhengfan needing to explain in detail, Yang Xun could fully understand his meaning! Thus, pressing his lips together and uttering a soft grunt of assent, Yang Xun nodded.

"That fellow, is he someone I know?" Bai Zhenyang knew that asking for that name directly might be putting others on the spot.

Originally, they had already prepared their budget: ordering five portions in total, with Xun Qiu eating three and a half, and Le Tianyu eating one and a half.

The moment Bi Qianmo drove away from the old mansion's courtyard, his heart panicked as well, but after only a brief moment, he forced himself to calm down again.

Right in front of Lysia, less than ten meters away, a mottled silhouette that faintly resembled a human form materialized.

Many players, upon seeing the martial arts realm classification in their attribute panels, assumed they had become such martial arts masters; but what was the reality? Players were forever the ones being killed.

Just as the Empress dowager on the stage was filled with bewilderment, and the various officials below the stage were at a loss for how to respond.

Yet this lunar new year had passed entirely in peace, enjoying a full half-month of leisure. Aside from Madam An next door throwing tantrums every few days, there was truly nothing else requiring Hu Buxi's worry.

Earlier, while they were kissing, Tang Fei'fei had already felt something hard pressing against her from somewhere on Shen Jiahao's body. Now, lowering her gaze to look, she saw it clearly.

At this moment, Yuan Shihong’s eyes lit up, and he raised his head excitedly. When he saw that the person sitting opposite him was Yu Fei, his expression instantly collapsed.

Hearing him suddenly offer her a word of praise, An Qin froze for a moment. Recovering her wits, she nodded like pounding garlic, evidently in complete agreement with Zhao Wu'an's words.

Tohka let out a soft breath. She suddenly wanted to thank that old geezer Odin. Although the divine power seed he gave her had caused numerous frustrating and pitfall-ridden incidents, she had to admit that without the divine power seed continuously providing her with energy, she probably would have died in this eye of the wind long ago.

Lizhui walked forward step by step, while Jian Yang followed patiently and closely behind, desperately searching her mind to figure out if she had inadvertently said something to anger Lizhui.

After all, this was truly a riddled and battered mess, and with Mr. Jin stirring things up like this, the noble families and the military would undoubtedly keep an even tighter watch on the sanatorium. Stepping into this now was hardly a wise choice.

However, Fang Ziyu had no intention of pondering those words carefully. Upon hearing them, her figure leaped and she landed squarely upon the martial arts arena.

However, the woodpecker crows in the forest seemed endless; as soon as one batch was slaughtered, another arrived, their numbers already exceeding ten thousand. Although Caesar's army possessed several thousand withered tree guards as cannon fodder, they gradually began to feel the pressure.

Everyone was stunned once more. If this were truly the case, it seemed a major turning point had emerged in the situation.

"I'm sorry." Lu Tianyu apologized while wiping the sweat from his forehead, his palm coming away soaked in sweat.

Another few days drifted by. During this time, the three of Ye Hau had not left Spring Valley. Sasaki attempted to break into Takahashi Ken's computer, but had not yet succeeded.

After annihilating the Fifth Legion of the Iron Triangle Empire, Caesar believed that a relatively long period of peace would follow, and thus organized a large number of armed merchant caravans to be dispatched to the ancestral spirit plateaus to trade with the barbarian tribes residing there.