Chapter 41: The Dual Trial

To be honest, Wang Xuanlong got goosebumps all over when he uttered the phrase "for the sake of Yanglin Middle School." Had it not been in front of Fan Jinxiang, he would never have said such a hypocritical thing. But spoken words are like spilled water; no matter how cheesy it sounded, he just had to endure it himself.

After going through life and death together, the last lingering trace of estrangement in the stone monkey's heart was invisibly swept away.

Dong Zhanyun collected them as he walked, gathering nearly a thousand blossoms within moments. Walking up to the huge, burned-out ghost creature, Dong Zhanyun searched through it and finally found something resembling an inner core.

With that, he shifted his gaze back to the formation. At this moment, both Shi Yan and Leng Jianfeng were finding it quite strenuous to break through. Shi Yan was still holding up relatively well, but Leng Jianfeng was in an extremely sorry state. While forging ahead, Shi Yan also had to look out for Leng Jianfeng by his side. Fighting in this manner, the two of them already looked somewhat drained.

Naturally, long before Xuanwu was completely mesmerized, Xiulin had already tucked that fish away somewhere unknown! Yet her gaze kept telling Xuanwu: Am I lying to you?

Of course, the definition of being alive covers a wide range. Breathing by a single thread is considered alive, and being full of spirit and vitality is also considered alive, but the difference between the two is vast. Thus, Xiulin chose yet another approach. Naturally, doing so was still viewed by others as a crazy move! But what did that matter?

To an onlooker, Wang Xuanlong would surely have seemed insane. No matter how formidable he might be, attempting to catch bullets traveling at hundreds of meters per second with his bare hands was nothing short of a fairy tale. Even Liu Xiaoling broke out in a cold sweat for him. However, right at that moment, Wang Xuanlong's hand moved.

Although he spoke lightly of it, Chen Yi knew very well that half of that victory relied on luck, and the other half on the opponent's underestimation of him. Otherwise, had the enemy not been so contemptuous and instead followed up with a sword strike right after blasting him, even someone like Chen Yi would likely have died on the spot.

"Xie Qiao, you're injured. Take a rest first, I'll go rescue Yudie!" Helping him sit down on a nearby boulder, Brother Feng fluttered his transparent, thin wings and flew toward the white giant web, attempting to forcibly rescue Yudie from it.

"Uncle, you needn't worry about me. I know what I'm doing," Shi Yan said calmly. Afterward, taking the medicinal herbs, the two of them set off together in the direction of the capital.

Sitting in his chair facing the screen, Yang Ming slid downward; he truly had never treated himself with genuine sincerity.

"So then you ran away from home?" Looking at his expression, which seemed on the verge of tears, Mulan continued where he had left off. Judging by this, she had basically guessed the truth.

Lu Chengtai wanted to learn news about An Meiyuan from Director An, but Director An refused to breathe a word. Presumably, just like An Meiyuan, he had long since lost all faith in Lu Chengtai and was utterly disappointed in him.

Blood dripped onto the chaotic floor, staining the paper a glaring red before gradually bleeding outward into the surroundings.

The Baiyue region was situated in the southern waters, characterized by sparse population, vast expanses, omnipresent swamps, deep primitive forests, and miasma-filled air.

What surprised Long Shen somewhat was that the Han family castle actually had a venue specifically designated for chef-farmer master competitions.

Slowly extending both hands and turning around, the stage—originally made of monotonous wooden boards—instantly transformed into a blooming lotus suspended in mid-air.

Ghost looked up at Yue Guan, then cast a sinister gaze toward the distant, smiling Jiang Feng.

Standing before the floor-to-ceiling window of the practice room and gazing out at the scenery in the distance, she felt a sense of sudden enlightenment wash over her.

Yet the personal guards did not depart, continuing as always to protect their master, to protect Liu Biao.

"You really still can't forget..." Cai Rui said. Clearly, he knew some inside information, but he chose not to reveal it.

At that moment, as if something had hollowed out his heart, Qin Pei stopped breathing for a brief second. He shouted "Stop the car," and without even waiting for the vehicle to steady, he got straight out.

"Indeed, I am the Flame Demon, the Flame Demon Lagros!" The flame giant lowered the giant hammer in his hand, his aged voice carrying a trace of lingering joy. Only then did Chen Xing realize that this so-called Flame Demon was not the God of Fire at all; he had simply jumped to conclusions and slapped the title of the Fire God onto him himself.

By this time, Awen had already stopped sobbing under Jiang Na's pacification, clinging closely to her with a pale face, unwilling to leave her side by even half a step. Only by staying close to the older sister could he feel a hint of safety. Hearing the Chief Registrar shout his name abruptly, he still trembled involuntarily.

This entire hotel had been booked by Luo Qi. Feeding and housing the seventy thousand disciples of the Rakshasa Gate posed a difficult problem, and this was the first issue that needed resolution. As the saying goes, before troops and horses move, food and fodder must go first; naturally, Luo Qi had to arrange proper board and lodging for his disciples.

Since the scholar didn't hesitate to ask a child for steamed stuffed buns, how could Jiang Na possibly have the heart to refuse him point-blank? Therefore, the next morning, she could only crawl out from under the covers with a heavy sigh and plunge straight into the kitchen to steam two bamboo steamer tiers of buns.

The further inward they went, the more rotting corpses and white bones piled up. This place had seemingly turned into a mass grave, filled everywhere with chilling winds and foul odors. Had Chen Xing and Sima Feiyun not possessed profound internal energy, staying here for even a few minutes could have resulted in poisoning or plague.

Since the old man had made up his mind, Yan Zhisan said no more and bid him farewell to leave. However, just as Yan Zhisan turned around, the old man called out to him again.

"Useless trash!" Tian Yuan sat opposite them and uttered coldly. Evidently, those two fellows being thoroughly beaten up by Lin Tian had already severely damaged his own prestige.

"Don't pay attention to that mad dog; nobody wants him, and he's just jealous of the two of us. Come on, let's go inside first!" Big Mouth Rong pulled Chen Hanyei into the black mist.

Lin Xiao didn't even give him a chance to beg for mercy. With a flash of the Soul-Extinguishing Sword, he instantly shattered the soul core of the extraterrestrial demon.

This Long Guhong must have been doing it on purpose! Just as Li Shiyu raised her head to glare at Long Guhong, he lowered his head and lightly pecked her lips, instantly plunging Li Shiyu's vision into pitch black.

Having thought through all this, Qin Fen intended to wait another single day. If the Nine Phoenix Pool still showed no movement by then, he would have to enter the pool himself.

Yet this left his back exposed to Zhang Heng and Ye Yang, and both of them launched their attacks on him simultaneously.

Later on, the Spirit God returned. Although the Spirit God's cultivation level had regressed, she still regarded the Spirit God as her role model.

Long Guzhi glanced at Li Shiyu once more and saw that Li Shiyu's face also bore an expression of disbelief; they simply didn't believe a single word of what Muxin had said.

It is no exaggeration to say that Tan Yun now enjoyed immense prestige not only within the Saint Sect's Meritorious faction but also within the Immortal Sect and Inner Sect Meritorious factions as well.

However, simply thinking about the possibility that Chen Fang might just die like that and cease to exist from then on made her feel wretched. Beneath that wretchedness lay an indescribable terror and panic.