Chapter 55: Both Unlucky and Tenacious—A Different Kind of Mayor

The top floor of the teachers’ apartments was exceptionally quiet, so still that even the sound of breathing could scarcely be heard.

Qiao Jia opened each of the doors one by one, finding no one inside. It was not until she reached the last room at the end of the corridor that she paused before the door. She could distinctly sense the tangled web of negative emotions inside—nervousness, fear, terror—all woven together by the human hiding within.

The moment she turned the doorknob, screams and cries erupted from inside the room.

General Chen Xiaowei was still receiving treatment in the medical pod, while Xue’er and I made our way to the top deck of the Starship Dawn.

Luo Feng, for an instant, thought his eyes had deceived him. Yet after confirming once more, he realized there was no mistake—the other person truly was at the peak of the first stage, just like him. It was utterly astonishing.

As a result, the flustered Sun Wu, still searching for a way out, was instantly cast into the Bestiary by a tremendous force.

Rubbing the back of her hand with a pitiful expression, Lei’er beamed approvingly. “Sister, you’re so fierce! Of course, Lou, you’re fierce in just the right way.” Caught by Liu Dong’er’s sidelong glance, Lei’er hastily changed her tune. To her, the customs of the seasons were nothing more than a joke.

After surveying the area, the Krigonian scout immediately called his companions back to the mothership.

Yet as Zhou Yu bowed, Zhao Fanglong seemed not to notice at all. His mind was occupied solely with Zhou Yu’s words from just moments before.

So close to reality yet tinged with illusion, it was enough for him to secure a strong position at the sixth sublevel of the seventh stage, though his actual combat strength and cultivation were still somewhat lacking.

He sat upright, his expression calm, raising his hand slightly to signal the shopkeeper, who promptly set down a clay pot and two cups. The design of the cups possessed a certain postmodern artistic charm.

Seeing the system notification, Leng Xinghe breathed a deep sigh of relief and planned to sit down and rest for a while.

Moreover, with all the treasures likely gathered in one place, why shouldn’t he make the most of this opportunity? That was precisely what Prince Arashi of the Mountain Empire was thinking.

She went out again in search of culture mediums, but it was fruitless. Except for that inexplicable cultivator who had fallen from the sky one day, she had not seen another cultivator or alien species for many years.

Perhaps to put her mind at ease, Bai Ning, contrary to Song Ankang’s expectations, even called Dong Qiuyu specifically to explain her actions, making it clear she acted with a clear conscience. Only then did she feel comfortable bringing Song Ankang here.

Seeing Chu Lan remain silent, Zhuzi at her side, unable to hold back, quickly stepped forward to tease her.

Thunder rolled, lightning flashed and crashed, and Shen Bujie threw herself wholeheartedly into facing the heavenly tribulation. She drew the Absolute Cloud Sword, her heart stirred toward the Golden Core, as the triple heavenly thunder descended. Surely, the Absolute Cloud Sword, tempered by heavenly lightning, would become stronger than ever before.

Long Jiuyue looked at her left hand suspended in mid-air and sneered. “Well done, Nan Wan. To use such a trick on me!” She slowly lowered her left hand and used her right to gently stroke her chest.

Dong Qiuyu let out a long breath, her delicate body growing a bit cool. Her bright eyes, unblinking, were locked onto Song Ankang in the video.

Afterward, the youth’s lips glistened with a shimmer of moisture. The flush in his eyes faded somewhat, yet he continued to gaze steadily at Chu Wu, making a solemn vow.

Ling Feng did not answer, simply bowing his head and eating in silence. Seeing him this way, Wu Tong’s confidence grew.

Chu He seemed quite unused to being held by Song Nian, but at this moment, it was out of the question to simply toss Song Nian aside.

By this time, Zhou Hao had come to his senses. He stood up and gave Zhao Wenchao a strong push, but Zhao Wenchao’s arm landed a blow on his own instead.

Yet the other party spoke so sweetly, even bringing up the matter of the matchmaker—was there no sense of shame left?

“My apologies for the intrusion,” said Princess Jing’an as she opened the box and, seeing the assortment of pills inside, her hand paused involuntarily.