Volume 1, Chapter 61: Such Praise Is Better Without

Qinghe Academy.

Jiang Zhongqiao had originally received a letter from the Heavenly Communication Bureau and prepared to head to Yunchuan, but before he could even set off, another letter arrived saying it was no longer necessary.

At that moment, he felt an intense curiosity about this girl named Cheng Xi.

He wondered what kind of girl she could possibly be to make someone with Li Zhian's temperament care so deeply.

Thinking of Li Zhian, Dean Jiang's mouth twitched slightly. What a pity; Li Zhian's ambitions did not lie in this path, otherwise, given his abilities, he would have left this place long ago.

"Master."

"Come in."

Fang Xun pushed the door open and entered.

Qinghe Academy was the foremost of the four great academies and a renowned sacred ground for cultivation, especially its backyard where clouds and mist swirled and spiritual energy was exceptionally abundant.

As soon as Fang Xun stepped inside, he saw his master...

Thus, he lowered his head. He dared not look at Zhao Yuyan, especially in the presence of Lü Jingtang.

Because the cage confining the old man was not very large, and moreover, his entire body was bound with thick, heavy iron chains, no matter how formidable his lightness skills might be, they were entirely useless, as he had nowhere at all to evade.

Fuwei completely ignored such pessimistic and defeatist individuals. As long as they stopped causing a ruckus and affecting the morale of the Crimson Faction, anything else was fine. But if they dared to stir up any more trouble at this critical juncture, Fuwei would no longer be so polite to them—he would capture them and lock them away without a shred of mercy.

In an instant, many elders harboring similar thoughts shifted expressions drastically, but wasn't this precisely the purpose of the sect leader initiating such a move in the first place—to seal the mouths of those elders?

The Alpha Company truly lived up to its reputation as an elite unit composed of veterans who had survived the Battle of the Pegasus Star Port. It gradually moved into the central position of the clover formation, because every time the hatred of the beast tide needed to be drawn, the Beta and Gamma companies could simply never outcompete this company.

Thanks to "Years Buried in Fleeting Time" for the four recommendation votes. If I remember correctly, isn't this a familiar face who frequently votes?

Each of them was a peerless expert of their time under heaven. Six-in-one, yet operating independently; distinct and flamboyant in personality, yet strictly obedient, unstoppable. Even Sheng Qi was defeated in an instant, and this was a nightmare killing array from which Zongheng could hardly escape alive unless they joined forces.

"What the hell! Are you kidding me?!" Su Yu let out a strange cry, instantly releasing the sword hilt, leaning his upper body back, and stepping his left foot two steps to the right to dodge the dagger that stabbed forward like lightning.

Midoriya Izuku originally did not want to answer because the situation was far too bizarre, yet he found himself involuntarily speaking aloud what was in his heart.

Although this restaurant specialized in river and sea delicacies, it did not merely serve seafood and freshwater catches; rather, it offered everything that flew in the sky, walked on the ground, and swam in the water—truly encompassing all realms of land, sea, and air.

He thought to himself: Since this fellow dares to be so arrogant, he must surely be of the same clan or a close confidant of the monarch of the Song State. Otherwise, he would never dare to act with such impunity.

Taking advantage of the gap while the two sides stood in a standoff, Lucal finally rushed to Albo's side. He dropped to his knees instantly and activated the green gemstone on his bracelet. A beam of green light immediately descended upon Albo, but it lingered for only a brief moment before shattering apart.

Seemingly awed by the magnificent and grand scene, Mu Yan paused for a brief moment before slowly stepping forward.

The moment Yu Zi made this gesture, all the fair maidens wore expressions of great joy. Although they knew that the punishment would not be extended to the masses and that Yu Zi certainly wouldn't blame them for fleeing the battlefield last time, there had still been some lingering doubts in their hearts. Now, seeing that she minded it not in the least, they felt immensely relieved.

The air was permeated with the scent of blood, filled everywhere with the chaotic sound of footsteps and bizarre roars of beasts.

The rat was naturally discarded, beaten to death and thrown away. The wild sheep was too large, weighing forty to fifty catties, making it inconvenient to carry back immediately, so it had to be tied up at the peak of the mountain to be retrieved shortly.

Having said this, Li Xuan waved his hand slightly, and upon seeing this, the Black Ink Demonic Monarch and the others withdrew their auras and retreated to the side of the auction platform.

When the middle-aged man uttered those final words, he looked directly at Guo Hong as he spoke. Consequently, Guo Hong hurriedly lowered his head, revealing a trace of fear.

Only those who had undergone Longwu's training, earned recognition, and emerged victorious in the final grand martial tournament could attain this title, which showed just how difficult it was.

As his gaze swept across and encompassed all those symbols, a vast amount of information was transmitted from the neatly arranged bizarre symbols directly into his mind.

Zhu Zhuqing's figure flashed and she vanished from Dai Mubai's line of sight, leaving him standing in place in impotent rage.

Description: This is a long saber crafted by a renowned master. Although intended as a gift for a friend, it is a divine weapon that grants its user a wisp of spiritual energy and can cut through hair falling upon its blade.

Xie Yuliang sat in the primary seat, leaning back comfortably in his posture. His entire being exuded a lazy ease, yet carried an overwhelming and oppressive imposing aura.

After the few of them sent the neighborhood committee personnel away, the three managing officials consulted one another and prepared to convene a full courtyard meeting.

Feng Xingtong recalled that she had previously promised him he could come over to sleep whenever he wished. Besides, the two of them had already intimately entangled twice, so there was no longer any need to be coy.

"This isn't right! Your folding fan must be the problem! Your folding fan is a high-grade spiritual artifact!" The young lord in brocade garments simply refused to believe that a mere nine-star spiritualist could injure the thick and tough hide of a long-haired boar.

"Then by your meaning, Fang Ping'an, are you suggesting that the development of Annancheng's medical field is superior to that of our Tianqing City?"

He hurled the spiritual energy he had long been brewing, and the might of a one-star green spiritualist directly pressed down toward the backs of several elders.

Zhang Shiyi followed Liu Tianqi into the heavily guarded isolation zone. Without even wearing gloves, he rummaged back and forth over the mummified corpse.

Mo Han, who had already prepared to climb over, lowered his gaze to take a look. Wang Jiahui's attire was indeed unsuited for scaling walls, so Mo Han searched the vicinity and decisively brushed aside a clump of grass.

Xiao Qing, Li Ran, and their party of four were standing near the counter at that moment, seemingly arguing over something.

"Since it's two of them, then... then why is it one hundred taels? Could it be... could it be that what you bought is gilded and inlaid with gems?" Madam Tan spoke with wide-eyed disbelief.

In fact, Zhou Pu's estimation was entirely accurate; the final selling price was thirty percent higher than their initial release price.

Just as Yuzuru was scratching her head in confusion, she remembered the existence of Neyoru. She shook her shoulders, gave a sharp "Ahem!" and cleared her throat.