Chapter 68: The Eve of the Interview, Qiao Jia's Mischief

There were quite a few townsfolk survivors in the small town who possessed sewing skills. Because Qiao Jia had activated the equipment blind box, and with the aid of the Network Game Life Activation Device, some townsfolk and survivors were even able to repair certain lower-level leather and cloth equipment. This was what people called a life profession. Stitching up Qiao Jia's arm was an effortless task for them.

Qiao Jia easily found someone at the small square who was already at work.

After hearing the earlier shout, Ling Qingcheng finally snapped out of her daze! Feeling the strange sensation on her lips, she was overwhelmed with embarrassment and shame, and in that moment, she bit down! A faintly sweet and metallic taste slowly spread across both their tongues.

There was also that large canvas mailbag, bulging every day and weighing dozens of pounds.

The two of them walked together toward the academy dormitory. When Zhi Ge and Dongfang Zhan arrived at their own dormitory doors and opened them, Dongfang Zhan suddenly remembered the important thing he had forgotten to tell Dongfang Zhige.

"Sigh! This girl... truly makes one's heart ache..." Xiao Chen was suddenly overcome by a sense of peace, for there was a smile on her face. He recalled all the expressions she had worn over the past year—ever since she had unwillingly become his bed-warmer.

Chu Tianyi felt that although he had caught Old Ji, the mystery behind his grandfather’s murder remained as murky as ever. In any case, things had finally come to a temporary close, and his efforts over this period had not been in vain.

Yin Zixi rubbed her eyes and scratched at her hair, which was a mess from sleep. She sat blankly on her bed, gazing at the window. Sunlight poured in, coating her in a golden glow. At last, she stretched, yawned a long, deep yawn, and, accompanied by the cries of seagulls, began to get up for the day.

In the grass not far away... something seemed to be wriggling. The reeds behind her swayed constantly, occasionally emitting a soft rustling sound.

The more Su Nan looked, the more confused he became. To be fair, he always felt something was amiss, but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure it out just then.

He was, after all, a Soul Saint. Naturally, he knew what that light cough meant, and who had made it.

To the right of the door was Old Zhang’s lodging. On the bed was a single coarse cotton quilt. Many neighbors had urged Old Zhang to buy a better one, since cotton quilts were cheap these days. But Old Zhang always refused, saying it was one of the memories his late wife had left him.

Suddenly, the members of the Gothic Armed Regiment, upon hearing the command of a blue-haired crew-cut leader, began to shout and once again charged at He Yunlong and the others.

No one knew what their original names had been; people only knew that they were both ghosts and demons, hence the name they bore.

Situ Wuyi stood up and spat a mouthful of blood, his whole body trembling. Whether from the cold of the Mysterious Ice force or from the shame of failing in front of the crowd, he could not tell. Staggering, Situ Wuyi descended from the ring.

"What is happening?!" He Yunlong was shocked and puzzled. On the ground before him, Catherine lay collapsed, barely clinging to life.

But this was precisely what Bu Qianhuai hoped to see—the more people who practiced, the more lives he could control. He had already reached the pinnacle of innate energy manipulation; as long as he could fully integrate the martial arts he had learned, he would be able to break through into the next realm, that of the Divine Illumination. He would then become a true grandmaster, worthy of the title of Innate Master.

There was a faint pain in his heart, but even more overwhelming was the sense of helpless confusion. Xiyang, are you beginning to care? Do you care about his deceit and betrayal?

The surrounding tea guests all turned to look, astonished. The Snow Jade Wolf Fang? The legendary token of alliance between the King of Xirong and the Snow Mountain Wolf—how could it appear on such a young man?