Volume One, Chapter 21: Seeking Revenge on Gu Chengfeng?

“Do you know who I am? If you delay Brother Feng’s affairs, can you take responsibility?” The man seemed to have something very important to discuss with Gu Chengfeng and, ignoring all resistance, pushed his way inside.

The security guard blocked him firmly, refusing to let him in no matter what, his patience wearing thin. “I’ve told you, he’s not here. If you keep causing trouble, I won’t hold back…”

Zhang Xin paid no mind, continuing to look down from above, watching the man scurry about like a rat under his relentless assault. A smile slowly crept to the corner of his lips, growing ever more intense.

“Take two more steps—just one step, and I guarantee you’ll lose a pound,” Bu Fan said cheerfully, supporting her.

“Commander, the Mo family has profound roots; it would be wise to meet them,” Xiang Chao advised, seeing Xiang Yan’s frown and understanding her thoughts instantly.

At this moment, Mo Ren was also pondering the significance of what the former leader had said, but the information was too convoluted, and clearly, it wasn’t what Mo Ren wanted to hear.

Li Yu had been studying the integration of Eastern and Western medicine for several years and hoped to use this opportunity to demonstrate his medical skills before his grandfather.

Bu Fan did not pursue further, because if anyone at the university saw two martial artists chasing or fighting each other on campus, it would immediately become headline news. Besides, he was already “famous” enough at Southern University.

This poem is by Zhang Yu from the Tang Dynasty. Its title is “The Sword Transforms into a Dragon,” which is also the name of this chapter. As Xingyi Swordsmanship was discussing “Opening with Dragon and Tiger,” the poem suddenly came to mind, so it was shared here for your appreciation.

With a dull thud, Xiong Qi, clad in splendid battle armor, was sent flying backward. Blood gushed from his mouth as if it were flowing without restraint.

There were also warnings, such as “This individual is extremely dangerous, with combat power comparable to a third-level spiritual beast,” and “Avoid confrontation with teams smaller than one hundred people at all costs.”

Moments later, a colossal planet with a diameter of at least 290,000 kilometers suddenly appeared in her field of vision.

“Yes, your servant will obey,” Luo Wusheng replied obediently and then hurried off to prepare tea.

“Your Majesty, did you adopt aliases when you descended to the mortal realm?” The Nine Luminaries Star Lord inquired of the two Shaohao.

Xianlou bowed his head, surprised by Yang Ting’s formidable prowess. Observing her strange, dreamlike steps, he realized it was a form of sleepwalking through the cosmos—no wonder her movement was as elusive and illusory as a dream.

“Are you trying to monopolize everything? The appetite of Hundred Flowers Valley is quite insatiable,” Zuo Ling said with astonishment, looking at Mei Zhuang.

Calming his shock, Su Mu continued to quietly close his eyes, probing Ma Tian’s dantian spirit sea. Though his eyes were shut, his mood had grown solemn and alarmed.

Zhou Tian had always valued Jiao’s words greatly, and judging by Jiao’s tone, it seemed that unless it was a matter of life and death, it would not lend its power to him or the fire sparrow.

Among the three, Lu Chang was the most resolute. He understood what that sapling represented. To him, aging was insignificant. As long as he obtained that thing, it would all be worthwhile. So, summoning his remaining strength, he struggled forward.

“Just a humble question, can we still communicate with the outside world here on Panlong Continent?” Optimus Prime scratched his head and frowned as he asked us.

“So many bodyguards yet they can’t handle these students—what a waste of manpower,” the officer muttered. It was obvious to him that Zhang Yunze and the others were mere students without significant backgrounds. He already had a plan on how to handle the situation.

“Nanjing experiences abundant rainfall and dense vegetation, but the middle reaches have much less plant life. As a result, floods frequently occur, carrying sediment downstream to form fertile river floodplains, where the impoverished city of Mud Sand was established,” Mei Zhaoling explained slowly.