Volume 1, Chapter 55: What the Hell, You're Actually a Ghost Emperor!

Upon returning to the team after the new year, quite a few things had happened. Team captain Wu Qianqian had applied to retire, and her roommate Sun Pei had temporarily taken over her position. Zhang Ziqin and Kong Yixian had passed the selection trials, representing Jiangnan Province in the Four-Province League.

Chang Yi devoted most of her time to preparing for the tournament. A commercial competition required the collaborative efforts of many partners, and while Chang Yi was not adept at dealing with such people, she had no choice but to learn from experience amidst the maneuvering of various parties for the sake of the competition.

I couldn't be bothered to explain and instead glanced at the water mirror in the hall. This memory was not mine; I had copied it from Li Tan's memory when our hearts and minds were connected.

He could use this characteristic to freely observe everything within his domain, execute certain peculiar abilities within it, or block the infiltration of any formless power.

At this moment, the crowd burst into direct angry rebukes, finding what the other party had said utterly unacceptable and deeply grating.

With that, Cousin Chu slathered herself from head to toe in body wash. Not stopping at just coating herself, she proceeded to apply it to Liu Dong's body as well, using the lather on her own skin.

Liu Dong was hardly excited by this result; what thrilled him was the intimate posture Zhao Qianwei had assumed with him.

Seeing the opponent launch an attack, Leng Jiang kept his hands behind his back, drew his saber, and held it horizontally above his head, meeting the enemy with a technique called "Parting the Clouds to Stir the Sun." At the same time, he curled his body into a deep squat in a left bow stance, kicked the gunwale of the boat to push against the river surface, and slid his single-horn boat two to three meters to the right.

I was sweating profusely from the pain, yet unwilling to let him see it. As I struggled, the door was pushed open once again.

Liu Dong took the business card and examined it, discovering with astonishment that Mu Yi actually served as the deputy general manager of a certain company.

"Why should I believe you?" Luo Shi would never trust Ye Qingcheng's words unless she swore an oath, complete with an oath bead appearing and resting in her own palm.

Consequently, Zhu Chongli, the vice president, ignored the vehement opposition of Associate Dean Guo Yi and stubbornly insisted on expelling Lin Ye from the university.

In Wu Fan's view, the inheritance of bloodline was not of paramount importance. What truly mattered was acquired effort. Even a foolish person, as long as they studied diligently, would grow wise. One must not rely solely on innate advantages while forgetting the value of acquired hard work. If one's bloodline destiny was unfavorable, it could be transformed through subsequent effort.

Near the service center, it was only thanks to the assistance of vocational cultivators and the deployment of various new types of warships that the enemy's surging, tide-like assaults were barely held at bay.

Dreaming Smoke had once shared an intimacy with Xiaoyaozi, so she naturally recognized at a glance that the ancient, unadorned mirror suspended above Li Ziye's head was none other than the Haotian Mirror.

In an instant, the awkward atmosphere dissolved. Lin Ye naturally seated himself on the edge of the bed, smiling as he began to converse with Dong Wanqing.

Hearing this, Su Moyu nodded and then led Lou Lan and the others straight back to the Wuyou Domain.

Just at that moment, the vortex-shaped tribulation clouds in the sky began to spin furiously, readying the next, even more powerful heavenly thunder to strike at any second.

Of course, the most crucial trick to playing colored chess was making your opponent feel that they had suffered a "narrow defeat" or a "regrettable loss," instilling in them emotions such as "letting victory slip through carelessness" or "relapsing into an old habit."

Lu Chen narrowed his eyes, suppressing the impulse to cut him in half. Elder Li had given strict instructions not to reveal their origins, and forcing their way through might breed unnecessary complications.

Meanwhile, Elder Su lay motionless on the bed, his entire body withered like dry wood. Large patches of his skin were decaying and covered in pus, and his condition was extremely grave.

Oddly enough, there were no decent high-level instances in the immediate vicinity, save for a few scattered level-one dungeons.

Having barely steadied himself, Lin Fan impatiently pulled Lan Mo and Huang Fengxian into the spatial dimension.

Jiyun did not know why he suddenly asked this, but the name had been given to her by her parents; even when she was sold off back then, she had never changed it.

"Your Majesty, this minister dares to ask, when was this letter from Lord Shen sent out?" Master Liu inquired.

It was only at this moment that she realized a rag had been stuffed into her mouth at some point, rendering her completely unable to make a sound.

Jiyun smiled. She was isolated and unsupported in the Marquis's Mansion, and with the Marquis of Wuding's stance currently ambiguous, having Magpie as her confidante would make future actions much more convenient.

Furthermore, that old hound outside the door coveted her beauty; if she were to be caught by him, she would likely suffer a fate worse than death.

"Impossible! How could a trash race still possess Saint-tier power in such an era devoid of spiritual energy?" Dracula's face likewise displayed a trace of disbelief before instantly turning ashen.

Mutian was once again shocked by Void's words. Although he could not comprehend it, Void would not deceive him about such a matter, meaning it was undeniable. Since Void knew this, Fire-Burning and the Giant Tortoise, who were fellow heavenly calculators, should naturally know as well. One only needed to seek verification from them to confirm the truth of Void's statement.

A month later, a group of more than ten people set off fully prepared. When they reached the foot of Mount Huang, Mei Yulong, Zhang Ziantian, Qiu Weifang, Li Nan, and the others found it inconvenient to climb the mountain openly. Instead, they disguised themselves as tourists and followed behind Qin Tianshu up Tiandu Peak. Along the way, Li Yihang busied himself happily, alternately accompanying Meizhifei and Zhang Meilan.

The green-haired man ignored him entirely, simply waving his hand to trace a couple of arcs in mid-air. The indicator light on the square iron block strapped to his wrist flickered, and the translucent grid map projection in the air vanished instantly, replaced by another interface filled with personnel portraits.

He had hoped to use this bizarre offensive maneuver to deal a heavy blow to Mutian, but to his surprise, he was instead subdued by him. Aside from helplessness and resentment, his heart was filled with a growing fear of Mutian, who had successfully emerged from the secret realm's body-tempering trial.