Chapter 113: Escalating Tensions and Open Infighting

Although they had eaten a good, filling dinner, everyone agreed that a little extra treat was a welcome bonus—especially since the newly minted Juren scholar from the county had come personally to reward them. Such prestige and honor were not everyday occurrences.

Shangguan Chen had lost his match and could no longer continue; winning the championship to secure the other half of the map was now impossible. Mona was not a contestant and lacked the qualifications to enter, but the item was so desperately coveted that if Le Bing and Shangguan Fei could not do it, were there not three others among the five?

As he finished speaking, he turned and left. Yu Weiyang’s gaze remained fixed on his pristine white robes, her eyes deep and inscrutable.

Sifeng Jingyan, acting as an observer, found it impossible to argue for more time on her behalf under such reasonable conditions, especially with the Dean himself having spoken. To suggest postponing the match until tomorrow would be to deprive the other contestants of time to study the poisons. Not only would the contestants be dissatisfied, but even the spectators in the arena would begin to murmur.

Hui Zhi sighed. Although Silver Mask’s behavior was less than noble, if not for the greed of these people, how could this play have continued to unfold?

"We also provide vegetarian meals," the monk added. "Pilgrims may eat as they wish, but they must not take food away or waste it. Of course, if one eats without offering incense money, it is equivalent to consuming the offerings of all sentient beings. But if one offers even a single cent, it becomes a donation to all, which is an act of merit."

The blade pierced the gap between the ribs; the space was so narrow that the blade could not be turned to a wide angle, but the churning of organs and flesh doubled the agony.

Yet, that thing had definitely been there, for one could still clearly see traces of dried, murky liquid and several dead worms on the ground.

As for the Buddhist sect planting spies, it was no great matter. In truth, once one opens their doors to accept disciples, it is inevitable that other factions will plant their own people.

Glancing at the watch on his wrist, the hands pointed to 11:40. Famished, Gao Cheng decided to give up for the time being, intending to resume the search after a lunch break and a rest, once the sun was no longer so scorching.

Wang Guihua muttered to herself, but she immediately turned back and followed Luo Bao'an to track the "Hummer," unwilling to miss any opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Had he retreated a step slower, he would have been sliced in half at the waist. Even though he had dodged, he was still severely wounded, and blood splattered across the ground.

The sword had once said that once the Xuanyuan Sword began to fuse and emerge, the other blades would gradually appear as well.

Liu Zixuan turned his head to look. Madman Zhou had smashed open the circular object, and countless streams of vitality water surged forth, followed by the slow emergence of a massive red coffin.

Are humans not made of flesh and blood? How could they be without feelings? Especially Gao Yue and Wei Yang, who had developed a hint of affection between them; though it was not quite love, it carried a touch of romantic sentiment.

Yan Qi’s efficiency was remarkable; in less than half a day, he had investigated the Sixth Prince’s whereabouts with absolute clarity.

Upon hearing this, Alexei’s hand began to swirl with a blue glow—cold, dark, and revealing a terrifying lethality.

Sun Wukong sneered, leaped into the air with his nine-ringed monk staff, and appeared instantly beside Zhicheng.

With this newfound title of bestseller attached to his name, song invitations from various record labels and agencies began to pour into his hands.

Without knowing the storage methods or how to process them into sweet potato flour, sweet potatoes could not be kept for long and could only serve as a supplement. Still, it would at least improve the lives of the people in Hongdong County.

The thought was absurd, but there was truly no other way. In the place of high-level inheritance, although they were also cut off from the world, it was known to be a place of inheritance, so there was no need to worry about his safety.

Chu He took the bear paw to the mountain stream to clean it, then returned to the beehive and expertly roasted it over the fire.

The Northern Territory army, dense as a sea of people, moved out in an instant. Following a predetermined order, they stepped onto the Biwei Divine Bridge, one unit after another, advancing toward the Central Territory coalition at the other end.

She paced back and forth on her heels, not out of a need for warmth, but from anxiety and worry.

Gazing ahead, Locke turned to look at the path behind him—the tunnel entrance glowing with white light was right there; if he wanted to leave, he could simply go out.

That fork in the road lay beside the path that bent away. Looking at it now, the light on that path was even dimmer; if one did not look closely, it would be hard to discern that the dark corner was actually a path.

Without further ado, let’s get to the goods! Ye Qiushuang hurriedly took out her painting and handed it to Elder Qi. Whether it was a work by Bada Shanren or a classical imitation by Zhang Daqian, she could accept it as long as it was not a forgery.

But no matter how much the Overlord’s talent made Chu He battle-hungry, his mind remained exceptionally clear. He knew very well that he did not have the qualifications to fight the White Tiger.

Perhaps she would have long since shoved a pile of filth into their mouths. Was it because they resented her for having too high a talent, having comprehended [Intermediate Spirit] at level 53?

More importantly, his vital energy had become extremely abundant, and his maximum capacity had increased by a full third—meaning his lifespan had increased by a hundred years; he could now live for four hundred.

"There is no mistake; you are the destiny of this generation!" Hermit Sanhe turned his head to look at Qianyuanzi. The spiritual light flickering in Qianyuanzi’s eyes dimmed at that moment, and he gave an almost imperceptible nod to Hermit Sanhe, finally setting the hermit’s anxious heart at ease. It seemed they had indeed found the right person this time.

Gu Yan had intended to call and tell her that he would be away on business for the next two days and to take good care of herself, but he hadn't expected her to lash out at him the moment he spoke. After hanging up, he immediately ordered Lance to appear before him at once.

She had no idea where she was going. Only now did she realize what a pitiable person she was, and she suddenly felt a surge of indescribable sympathy and pity for herself.

"So many high-yield bombs should be enough, right?" Nakajima saw this scene as the Victory Falcon flew over Mars.

"Here... there's nothing good to drink, just have this." Tang Ningan pulled the tab on the cola and handed it to Xiao Yan, saying offhandedly.

"The Heavenly Mystery Sect?" Zhang Zhixuan’s brows arched at the mention of it. He was somewhat skeptical of how Tianjizi could ensure that the Heavenly Mystery Sect would continue to act according to his plans for future generations. Even the various contingencies left behind by the Blood Soul Sovereign had gone awry over the long passage of time, yet the Heavenly Mystery Sect seemed to have always followed Tianjizi’s plan.