Volume 1, Chapter 34: Scumbag

To her and Wang Rui's families, this sum of money was trivial. But for most ordinary people—including the two of them, who earned their own keep—it was a different story. Setting aside her job as Teacher Mu Yao, even with the income from her modest fame as a cosplayer and the scholarships she had earned throughout school, her own personal savings did not amount to five million.

She took a deep breath.

"This isn't a professional equestrian center, so it can be a bit dangerous for beginners," Gao Haotian said with great confidence. "But I know these horses well. I'll take you for a ride in a moment."

As a master of arrays, a flash of analytical light appeared in Mu Xifeng's eyes, allowing him to see through the trickery. With a surge of primordial energy, he passed through the illusion array and arrived at the bottom of the cold pool.

"And what about me? Have you ever thought about me? All these years, have you never once held me in your heart?" She finally lost control.

At that moment, with the arrival of Mu Xifeng and the Mad Blade Legion behind him, the remaining ten thousand cultivators of the Alliance of the World collapsed instantly; some died, while others fled.

Some beast-folk were too arrogant, while the majority were either deeply insecure or, unable to evolve, suffered from slightly twisted minds, gloomy temperaments, or volatile tempers.

When Zhou Zekai was sent to this village, he was in the midst of a standoff with his father. Zhou Zekai had wanted to buy a flashy racing motorcycle, but his father refused, leading to the current situation.

Realizing how she was being held in Yun Teng's arms, she immediately struggled to get down, casting cold, wary glances at him as if he were a sworn enemy.

Our school often conducted surprise dormitory inspections after lights-out. Staying out overnight resulted in a demerit, and this arduous task of inspection naturally fell to the Disciplinary Department of the Student Union. For those students living on the off-campus student street, joining the Disciplinary Department was, perhaps, not a bad choice.

Leng Wuxue was furious when Mu Xifeng pointed a finger at his nose, ready to explode on the spot, but a single sentence from the stoic Zhan Xuehong extinguished the fire in his heart.

For a long time, Chesterton had been the pride of the Arnold family, and indeed, the pride of the entire Roland Empire. However, this pride had done something that displeased both the Arnold family and the authorities of Roland. During a visit to the Saia Federation, Chesterton met a natural-born human and resolved to marry her.

In the blink of an eye, the recruitment fair for twenty positions was nearing its end. The quotas for other departments were basically filled, leaving only the Information Department short by two.

He was momentarily stunned, but seeing that although Xiao Feng's dodging and counterattacking were clumsy, they were also extremely ingenious, he thought to himself that these must be the agile sword moves of the Qingping Sword Technique.

My body began to plummet rapidly, as if a giant hand were forcibly dragging me down. This place felt like a bottomless pit, and no matter what I did, I could not stop myself from continuing to fall.

"With a great war imminent, the two of you have it good—instead of sleeping, you've come here to hide and find some peace." I do not know how much time had passed when a voice suddenly broke the stillness. Lin and Le were startled at first, but upon turning their heads, they couldn't help but feel relieved; it was Tang Yan who had spoken.

One day, two days, three days—they traveled by day and rested by night, moving forward incessantly. The hand holding the umbrella never lowered. On the fifth day, a group of people arrived in Xinliang, bringing food and relieving the previous group of umbrella-bearers.

"That depends on whether you trust me, King of Chu," Shi Meng pondered for a moment before saying meaningfully.

Liu Bei sighed and shook his head. Thinking that he was about to leave Ji City, he finally revealed his true thoughts to Ning Rong: he wanted to make one last stand.

"What do you mean, my father isn't involved?" Wu Yinan set his teacup on the table, poured some tea for Hu Yaling, and then refilled his own.

Yue Qingqian searched her memory for the name. It felt as though she had heard it before, yet it remained somewhat unfamiliar.