Chapter 124: What Is the Immortal's Intent? (Happy New Year~)

"I trust him, cut the red wire," Xia Ranmo repeated. Just moments ago, when Xing Yicheng was about to cut the blue wire, she had noticed a conflicting expression on his face—a mixture of triumph and disappointment. It was as if he felt comforted that they would be buried with him, yet disappointed that they did not trust him. That was why she had spoken up to stop him.

The man, appearing like a corpse, flashed a look of mockery. Suddenly, a moon-blade manifested from his body, its aura clearly several times more powerful than the dozens that had appeared before.

Since they set off, Chen Yi had been keeping a close eye on the two: Han Meng and Ocean Blade. They acted like total strangers, not exchanging a single word. It seemed gathering information on them would be difficult.

The brothers all nodded, agreeing that Zhang Fei held a slight advantage, though it was only slight. To defeat Dian Wei, it would likely be impossible within three hundred rounds.

Li Xu looked at Duan Gang with great curiosity. Only yesterday, in front of him and Tang Song, this man had vowed to defeat Yang Tian at his peak within a year, his expression burning with a desire to see Yang Tian dead. Today, however, he was acting with such uncharacteristic reverence.

"I just want to know what it will take for you two to go back to school, attend classes, and listen to your elders." To be precise, he wanted to know how to get his hands on that hundred thousand.

Ran Ran shook her head and walked away alone. She desperately wanted to check on Li Xu’s injuries before leaving, but she was afraid that if she saw him wounded, she would lose all restraint and rush to his side.

This feeling was akin to a wild beast in the mountains: another beast suddenly enters its territory, intending to take over and demand submission, yet the original beast refuses, resulting in intense resistance.

Immortal Tianmeng, dragging his weary body, handed the medicine to Qing Mengyun and gestured for her to give it to Xian Ling.

Ling Yun tried every method he could think of, but it was all in vain. For someone who had given up on life and grown weary of the world, Xiao Zhenye’s body was cold and stagnant, filled with darkness and silence. His vitality was leaking away like flowing water from a shattered vessel.

She believed that because Li Zhi was staring at her with his eyes open, and had reacted to her, he must have had the heart to be with her.

Zhou Yunmo was speechless. Though her mother meant well, she repeatedly made things worse, leaving her feeling quite uncertain.

Why did he risk upgrading the White Garment to Peerless rank? Clearly, there was some unknown danger that needed to be resolved. Perhaps that shade of green possessed an irreplaceable quality.

Qin Xian noticed that Ji Fei, held in his arms, was trembling even more violently, causing both him and the door panel behind him to shake.

Ning Guang gritted her teeth in frustration. Was the status of "friend" really so useless? At the very least, it could have tricked Bi Ling into thinking they had met along the way.

Just as their ancestors said, the Prince Wuquan Estate had to maintain a firm stance when necessary, otherwise, anyone would try to bully them.

"Satisfied now, Teacher?" Shu Wanyu asked with a smile, reclining comfortably in the chair beside the desk.

Though they had not known each other long, the two found much to talk about. But now, looking at the dark circles under Xie Luo’s eyes, Xijin couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Xie Luo must not have rested well.

After all, many people were well aware that Meng Wanying’s group was no ordinary company, especially given the extraordinary status of her father, Commander Meng.

Instead, once the song was revised, the result of the "plan modification" would be stored in his mind, giving him the confidence to handle the situation when he met the other party.

Since the opponent had not yet made a move, Lin Yi suppressed his inner anger, his expression becoming even more respectful.

"You mean to say, the Princess’s poison was cured by the Great Chief Lan?" Zhao Lü frowned. Although he had married the Princess, he had never bothered to understand her, and thus knew nothing of this past.

If she could, she hoped this life would never change, and that Qiu Ming could remain her assistant forever.

This "ahead-of-its-time" maneuver would surely bring certain benefits to the improvement and consolidation of his reputation.

At twenty-some years old, in the prime of youth and blossoming, for Qiu Ya to speak of the "first half of her life" would surely make any outsider burst into laughter.

"You..." Faced with Wang Nanbei’s bluntness, the American soldier couldn't save face in front of his team, and was so angry he couldn't finish his sentence.

Kun Mulin’s Nether Blade struck directly at the fractured defensive shield, shattering it. Kun Mulin followed up with a roundhouse kick to Ji Xi’s face, causing a trickle of blood to spill from the corner of Ji Xi’s mouth.

Regardless of which scenario unfolded, for a sewer system that was no longer a secret, the initiative had been lost—whether for Wang Nanbei in his search for Carolila, or for the government forces attempting a counterattack. It only made the situation in Aleppo all the more inscrutable.

He had wanted to use the True Phoenix Heavenly Fire, but that was a trump card meant for dealing with Supremes or even Saints. It was not the time to expose it; if they were on guard, even the terrifying True Phoenix Heavenly Fire might not be able to devour a true Supreme-level giant.

He Jin-feng was about to call out to him when he suddenly looked up and smiled at everyone. Perhaps shadowed by the light of the pool, the expression seemed particularly eerie.

"What? A battle at the Star-Condensing Realm?" The disciples trembled, watching the fight in the sky in shock. Their cultivation limited their imagination—the highest they had ever seen was the peak of the Star-Haos Realm. They hadn't expected to witness a battle of the Star-Condensing Realm.

Zhang Jingxuan hurried to express his gratitude; it was a gesture of kindness, after all. In any case, he had a good impression of this Young Master Li Xinyan.

"I know! You know who I am now, so there’s no need to pity me. Just treat me as you will!" Qin Yu still carried a trace of inferiority, clearly resigned to her fate.