Chapter Seventy-Five: My God... Your Nephew Is Actually the Child of Light

But a berserker is liable to tear off his clothes at the slightest provocation. With priests like Sima Xian, who possess berserk abilities, becoming the backbone of the Priest Temple, the future of the Priest Temple is bound to stand out as an oddity among the Six Great Temples.

Ruoshui spoke softly, "What do you think of Sima Xian? Although both of you follow the path of the Discipline Priest, your directions differ. Sima Xian truly cannot master healing, while for you, it’s due to your own constitution. In some respects—"

"We’ll talk about it later. I’m tired and need to rest," Hua Tiancheng waved his hand and walked out of the Qilin Cave.

Meanwhile, behind Li Qi, the nameless captain of the Heavenly-Rank cultivators guarding the caravan, noticed Li Qi’s restless glances. The morning chill in the valley was nothing compared to the cold he felt watching Li Qi’s gaze—it sent a strange shiver through him.

"I have other matters to attend to, I must go. Sir, please let go of me," Luo Qimo said with a hint of displeasure, staring at the hand gripping her wrist.

"What’s going on with you being the top scholar? We were only gone a little over a month—how did you manage to come first in the exams? Why didn’t you tell me beforehand?" Jiang Jiuyue asked Jiang Haoyu, her eyes full of questions.

"We still have a sliver of hope. Fuchen was just called away by Captain Roger. Let’s trust her." Mengmeng’s voice abruptly cut off as the communication was severed.

They were like two children proudly showing off their academic achievements to their parents, excitedly introducing the statue to Xuan Yan.

On the Divine Shadow Continent, even the great cultivation clans and the Divine Shadow Dynasty are subordinate compared to the Supreme Sect. Otherwise, the people of the Divine Shadow Dynasty wouldn’t go to such lengths to obtain as many golden scrolls as possible, just to send more of their own into the Supreme Sect.

"What do you mean by that, you servant?" Gu Ruxue was instantly displeased. If the elder brother from the Yellow Crane Tower wanted something, with so many people in the Prince’s Residence, surely some could be assigned to get it—why say it’s not worth the trouble?

Jian Yi’s face was a mix of complex emotions, as though he didn’t know whether to speak or remain silent.

In the third year of junior high, with the high school entrance exams only a month away, he had become the family’s most carefully guarded person. They feared that if his spirits weren’t properly nurtured, he might falter during the crucial exams.

He could already envision Huang Qing coughing up blood from Mu Zhen’s strike, then Ji Borong calmly taking the Nine-Leaf Purple Lotus and leaving as the victor.

He had only just been born, yet he was cradled by a bell, possessing a spiritual root. His intelligence was indeed a blessing from heaven.

Xun You was known as Cao Cao’s chief strategist, adept at flexible and ever-changing military tactics.

Wang Yue held nothing back; his sword quivered, emitting a red glow, and with a single strike, he shattered the old Daoist’s protective aura and pressed on.

Over the years, aside from training the Zodiac Guardians, he’d used the Yuebin Pavilion as a cover to build an intelligence network, secretly recruiting many martial experts.

Once again, someone had been cursed. Qian Jiao covered her mouth in shock, her gaze full of horror and a trace of distress as she watched Nan Fan struggle.

"Are they really going to decide the outcome now?" Huang Qing wondered, curious as to whether the Ice Phoenix or the Golden Crow would prevail.

Ye Jingxing had thought the Ye family wouldn’t let him off so easily, but to his surprise, they were already overwhelmed. Not long after news of the wedding broke, the Ye Corporation was reported for financial fraud, his stepfather even spent time in jail, and the family had to pull many strings to resolve the situation.

After Wang Jiao’s birth, Old Lady Qian took advantage of a moment’s distraction to abandon her at the edge of the Liuye River, beneath the reeds at the foot of Herb Mountain.

Because they knew Beichen Meng was the company’s general manager, they followed Gao Han’s lead in calling her “Boss.” This closeness delighted the already amiable Beichen Meng, who was happy to blend in with her brothers—it was exactly what she wished for.