Chapter 73: The Surprise Ye Feng Spoke Of

Ye Feng gazed at the middle-aged man before him. Dressed in a white undershirt and wearing glasses, his appearance was reminiscent of someone from the Republican era. This man was none other than Director Qi Song, whom Ye Feng had gone to great lengths to invite.

“Director Qi, hello, I’m Ye Feng,” he introduced himself before taking a seat.

Qi Song lifted his head, his face showing clear impatience...

Under the teacher’s stern gaze, the discussion about “divination” quickly quieted down.

Armed with the knowledge and skills of a modern person, complemented by a system that granted him divine-level abilities with each check-in, the most important advantage was the sheer diversity of extraordinary talents he could acquire.

Su Xiaoxiao had long wanted to make a bow and arrow, but never found the right materials. She had tried using bamboo for the bow, but the string made from rope was far too loose, making it practically harmless.

“All right,” Yang Mo decided immediately. He placed what he was holding on the ground, then took off his satchel and threw it atop the pile. “Let’s do it.”

Lu invited Su Xiaoxiao to lie on its back, since its beast form was warm, but Su Xiaoxiao politely declined. Crestfallen, Lu slumped to the ground. Beside him, Hui, oblivious to his disappointment, was already fast asleep, carefree as ever.

As for the subtle implications in Xu Da’s words, the others glossed over them in their lively conversation, not mentioning them in the slightest.

Just then, the senior suddenly remembered why he had come in the first place—to visit his son. Yet upon meeting, he found himself rambling about all sorts of irrelevant matters, and all of them seemed to be about himself.

Lin Jiu, however, did not answer his question right away; instead, she fixed Fang Tian with an intense, unblinking stare.

As Zhong Hui turned his face to the side, he saw Gao Lu sprawled on the wooden floor, clutching her neck and staring wide-eyed in terror.

They, too, wanted to confirm immediately whether this thing could really yield a thousand catties per mu—such a matter was of paramount importance. Yet, compared to these people, there were even more impatient ones among them.

“All right, all right, you two can stop singing your own praises,” Ji Anqi said with a laugh.

At that moment, he was entirely naked, his tall, perfectly sculpted physique laid bare before Chu Xiangsi, practically a temptation one couldn’t resist.

Ruan Meng felt a bit odd about it all, but since she wasn’t revealing anything, it wasn’t much different from summer wear in modern times.

From the beginning until now, Lu Tangtang had only spoken a couple of sentences; the rest of the conversation was carried by Wen Xingqing and Liu Xiawen.

After Yun Chi left, she did not return to her sect but wandered aimlessly through the busy market streets. Suddenly, a dull pain throbbed in her heart—the message from the Soul Exchange Formation. She had been away from the mortal world for too long, separated from Yan Ya for too far, for too long.

Perhaps it was because no one usually visited the Sacred Beast Cave, there were no heavy guards stationed there. As a result, I managed to slip in without any trouble.

“I would be honored to be Mr. Robertson’s pride,” Howell declared with a look of pride.

Yet despite all this, Xue Mingyu still cared deeply for her sister, to whom she was unrelated by blood. Whenever she saw her step forward bravely, no matter how slight the grievance, Lin Nuannuan couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness, followed by a wave of warmth.

After some thought, as her right hand reached down, it was suddenly pushed away with force by Nangong Zhuohua, sending her tumbling from the bed.

Ruan Meng more or less guessed what Zhao Ji was thinking, while the handsome man beside Zhao Ji was already eyeing her with a chilling, icy gaze.

After finishing her porridge, Li Ying sat down on the living room sofa. An Xun was reading a magazine, and Li Ying didn’t dare disturb him.

The patient inside didn’t have much time left; she was already at her last gasp. This surgery had to be performed—she needed a stent implanted. Her illness was congenital. Outside, in the regular world, it wouldn’t be dangerous because surgery could fix it. But here, it was truly a matter of life and death.