Volume One, Chapter 48: A Bountiful Harvest

The two of them stepped out boldly and headed to the stables to untie the horses. Li Chong led more than ten guards, then charged westward along the official road.

Unexpectedly, this illness lingered for quite some time, with a persistent low fever that kept recurring. It was likely the result of having pushed himself too hard over recent school matters, causing all symptoms to erupt at once.

Yet before he could fully express his thoughts, a sudden wave of intense heat seemed to engulf his very soul.

The downside of this approach was that when one truly needed this power, it could become profoundly awkward—just like how he now felt utterly humble and powerless.

“There’s lemon, green plum, passion fruit, and…” a faint voice came from behind. Zhang Xiaoxian shakily sat up and reached out to pour himself some tea.

“They’re composed of silicon worms... are they human too?” murmured the Legion, as if asking Han Jianfei or perhaps speaking to himself.

“Fifth sister, where in the mansion is that?” Yan Zhenzhen raised her hand to gesture that Zhulan need not follow.

The homeroom teacher’s office was located in one section of the floating city, where a cluster of tall towers stood—each housing the offices of different teachers from Second Middle School. Every homeroom teacher had their own tower shared with the theory teachers and counselors.

Among the renowned generals of the former alliance, Zhao Bingyao was known for his steadiness and rarely acted recklessly alone.

Though Prince Talelon hobbled and, clad in a voluminous gown, waddled ahead like a penguin swaying side to side, those present, having undergone proper social training, wore only polite smiles and refrained from bursting into laughter—though smirks were inevitable.

Wang Yansi heard footsteps gradually fade away and let out a slight breath of relief. At that moment, Ji Liuli, who had been cooperating obediently, suddenly kicked the door.

“Our sect leader warns once more: those who successfully enter the formation must never act alone. All actions within the formation must obey Ma Jingwu’s orders.”

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At the very end of a night market street in the demon city stood the inconspicuous Old Captain’s Skewer Bar, still open. According to the sign, it operated from 5 p.m. until 4 a.m.

“You…” the head of Youda realized he truly couldn’t fathom this young man. The Nascent Soul was unlike others; it could still devour his Nascent Soul power. This was clearly a technique of demonic cultivators—how could this youth wield it as well?

Ding Ning fought fiercely against the Eastern Samurai warrior, turning all the surrounding boulders into rubble without a single intact spot.

“Life has five roots, and five senses; the five senses give rise to thought, which stirs the mind. When the heart lake moves, ripples arise. Beneath the ripples, the images reflected are no longer true forms.”

Leaning slightly forward, he gently extended his right hand, hoping Liu Yang would steady him.

Deep within the Fan’an Zen Monastery stood a meditation hall, containing nothing but a table and two meditation cushions.

Before Jia Zhengjin could recover, the holy knights suddenly changed direction and charged at him once more.

Unfortunately, his grandfather, who regarded others with supreme arrogance, treated him like a treasure and even wished him to unite with that person—what a joke.

Alas, all wounds in the world eventually heal, just like Lu Antong’s injuries and the heartbreak of Miss Huanxi.

These days, for reasons unknown, business near here was far better than the bustling streets of the west side, as if someone was quietly promoting her.

I never told her; the doctor said that after this accident, she would never have children in her lifetime.

“Don’t worry, boss!” Ning Ning was overjoyed, no longer reluctant as she had been before, and even her fear of surrounding ghosts had completely vanished.

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“Since this concerns the demonic sect, why not report it to the major clans? Let them handle it,” Meng Qi, aware that the matter was beyond his control, decisively chose to withdraw, though he still voiced his doubts.

Over the years, he had earned some money through his own work. As for the Qian family’s wealth, he had no need for it—he would only take what belonged to him.

“It’s late, go get some sleep. We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” Chen said, fully aware that the three clerics had many questions but stubbornly refused to answer, driving them frantic.

The backpack had weathered away to about half its original size, revealing the other deteriorated contents inside.

“Ah…” With a sudden, forceful headbutt, the king did not expect such a move. My head struck the giant king’s chest, knocking him back, and forcing the great blade in his hand to be pulled out from my body.

“Boss, you haven’t been bewitched by this guy, have you?” To be honest, Dongfang Ruxue’s words really worked on Liu Moli, who immediately ceased attacking Bei Wuyou and stared at Dongfang Ruxue in surprise.

Take care of yourself... I suppose I should have long ago. The winter north wind swept in, and under the starlight, the night felt especially cold and clear.

Li Qiang knew the power of this strike well. His left hand’s Qian Kun Ling Yue was ready to unleash, shattering all the residual force pressing against him.

In front of Lu Jingzhong, I felt utterly exposed and invisible, unable to deceive him because I never could. I simply closed my eyes, unable to see the deeply buried sadness in his gaze.