Volume One, Chapter 26 “I’ll tell you now—has the synesthesia really disappeared?”

But seriously, was he ever going to stop? He’d been laughing for so long—didn’t he ever get tired, didn’t his face cramp? “Chen Naimo! I’ll give you three seconds, and you can shut your golden mouth…” I made a sharp gesture across my lips to signal him to be quiet.

Li Jing’er pondered for a long time. Disappearing without a word would only worry those who cared about her. Walking away without saying goodbye was the behavior of the immature. A farewell should carry the weight of parting.

Jiang Cheng let out a long sigh. This man who had toiled for most of his life could only bow his already slightly stooped back when confronted with reality.

Having spoken, I drained my glass of red wine in one gulp, a fleeting frown crossing my brow, before returning to my seat.

President Cao wore a tailored suit, looking both distinguished and handsome. Even his simple words carried an air of authority.

Chu Xiao would never stop mocking or ridiculing her… All it did was make Li Jing’er sad and helpless, resigned to accept it.

“That substance, once it enters the body, makes you obey commands—if you resist, you’ll feel unbearable pain, even suicidal urges.” A complex emotion flickered in Cao Yan’s eyes, her lips devoid of the faintest smile. Her brow furrowed, her face falling instantly, because the truth she was about to reveal might be more than Li Jing’er could bear.

The neighbors, seeing Lu Shuiyi, all exclaimed with envy, “Ruozhi, your partner is truly good-looking.” Zhao Ruozhi’s face turned crimson, her smile tinged with embarrassment.

Everyone ate and encouraged Zhao Hui to apply herself at the school in Xi’an—once she graduated, she’d find a good job.

Shen Zhangtian wielded Qi Lenghan’s army knife. Qi Lenghan’s blade was slightly longer than the standard, and now both men drew their knives simultaneously, ready at any moment to stab the beast.

Li Xingyun had now entered the Mysterious Path realm; his perception of the world had grown far sharper.

“Let’s end here for today. You may go for now, but Qi Guobin will need more time—we still have a lot to learn from him,” said Li Yi.

Hearing Su Zi’s confident tone, Zhang Tian still felt skeptical—her confidence seemed to have no bounds.

The Sword of Apocalypse hung low in Zhang Tian’s hand, his face steeped in unspeakable loneliness. The chaotic power within him felt nearly depleted, and wielding this sword drained him even more than the Mountain and River Map.

“Second Brother, though we respect you, our father the Emperor is still alive. You mustn’t say things like that. If word reached him, it wouldn’t end well,” the third prince cautioned in his purple robes.

It was like drilling holes endlessly into a wooden post—each one left a mark that could never be filled.

Three figures raced through the forests of Floating Cloud Peak, Ning Tianqi and his companions hurrying urgently toward the passage.

She hesitated not at all, the only thought in her dying mind being to get the treasure out of the City of Powers as quickly as possible.

“Fire Dragon, it’s up to you now.” The wolf’s face was alight with excitement, as if witnessing ice melting or spirit stones falling into his hands. Jiang Huairen nodded and stepped forward. Suddenly, the surrounding ice seemed to come alive, parting to make way as he entered.

At dawn, as soon as the city gates opened, many carts and carriages waited outside. Some were merchants coming to trade, some were transporting goods to the docks. The long line testified to the prosperity of Yunzhou.

Yang Dong’s phone was turned up so loud that Han Zhonghu heard everything. He no longer had the slightest doubt. He didn’t stop to think—how could they have run into Li Kaiqi and Zhao Zirun by chance? And though the Green Hat Club was retro, why would there be rebar on the floor?

“You see? Living here, big brother can give you injections more conveniently!” Huang Shan smiled cheerfully, encouraging her.

Zhu Ganglie seemed to have lost his soul, oblivious to the fact that he and Sha Kuanglan were still lying in ambush.

The students of Class One arrived early at the sports field. Liu Yiliang and the others gathered around. When they saw the blush on Fang Yuqing’s face, they were startled—even Zhang Lei was at a loss, and even Liu Yiliang, who’d never thought much of Fang Yuqing, was taken aback.

“Don’t want to call out? That’s fine. In a minute, when they’ve beaten you to the ground, I’ll use this on you!” Somehow, Hua Moli now had a military belt in hand. Anyone who’d served knew—a few lashes with that, and you wouldn’t sleep well for a week.

“Sharp, aren’t you? Very sharp! But it was that young Director Han who really had the good eye!” Old Master Zhu Liangxing said, self-mockingly.

In the distance, Li Buyun was shocked, unable to believe his eyes. Li Bufan was at the peak of the Breaking Shackles realm, had mastered the power of the Heavenly Way, and could attack with Dao resonance. Who could have imagined he’d be injured by Liu Feng, a cultivator at the peak of the Proving Dao realm?

Liu Feng was secretly amazed. The Grey-Eyed Venom Toad was a top-tier demon beast of the Mad Demon level, and every year, only one would emerge from the Black Swamp. Fortunately, there was never more than one—otherwise, who among the Proving Dao cultivators could hunt it?

The next day, the plan had been to send Xiahou Dun and Cao Hong to lead cavalry and infantry out of the city to drive off the Yellow Turbans and guard the county’s grain fields. But as tomorrow was Lady Xiahou’s birthday, everything had to be postponed by two days.

Xu Ke’s face remained calm, but inwardly a storm raged—Pope Benedict had been missing for far too long! And even his grand prophecy technique could not glean a single clue! Surely, those people must be losing patience by now?