Chapter 45: The Tea Market

Jiang Yuan and her mother walked and filmed all the way until they finally reached the viewing platform at the back mountain of Tachuan. This was the highest point of the back mountain, offering a panoramic view of the entire village and the distant rolling mountains. The colorful leaves adorned the base of the mountain like a magnificent oil painting, and Jiang Yuan captured plenty of breathtaking short-video footage for her mother.

As they were shooting with great enthusiasm, Jiang Lanfang suddenly let out an "ouch."

Jiang Yuan asked anxiously, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Jiang Lanfang could not stand steadily: "Twis—"

Liu Jianbing became more and more cheerful and proud as he spoke, completely oblivious to the fact that Liu Yun'er's expression had frozen beyond recognition the moment she heard the words "Liu Xue has been admitted to university."

"Alright, I'll be right back." Hearing the scolding, Luo Fan thought of his parents. He wondered if his parents in Blue Star missed him, and whether his disobedient younger brother would change.

Though reluctant in her heart, at this moment, facing Jiang Jinran, she no longer had the right to refuse.

Sword qi was the most fundamental form of energy. The higher his cultivation, the more powerful his sword qi attacks would be. Up to this point, he could at most keep his sword qi from leaving the blade by five centimeters. When Ye Chen used his longsword to block Long Er's path, his sword qi would be released. This battle would be decided in the blink of an eye.

The people from the Water Temple simply exchanged a few polite pleasantries with Tang Xinhuan and the others, and then Zhang Lin led them to the quarters specially arranged by the temple for distinguished guests.

That made sense. Because the trial-taking players were experiencing it for the first time—though many had never been through it before and would feel fear—they would also remain cautious.

Mou Yufei happily took the item and said, "This is more like it, hehe," before running out the door under the astonished gazes of the crowd.

As for Zhonghai University, which ranked at the bottom on the first day, despite catching up yesterday, their ranking still could not surpass Imperial Capital University.

If she was annoyed, she would go crazy and let everyone witness her "lovely" state of mind.

"Haha, awesome!" The Smiling Assassin was ecstatic, picking up the Dragon-Slaying Saber and feeling immensely badass. Everyone present was also overwhelmingly excited.

This was an ordinary mortal legend, while the legend within the demon race sent over by Cheng Zijin was largely similar, with just one additional detail.

"Hey, there is something I'd like to ask a favor for," Dipper said straightforwardly, without any beating around the bush.

The corridor was quiet and desolate, completely devoid of the bustling and noisy atmosphere of the daytime; only a lonely and indifferent set of footsteps could be heard.

Riding an eagle through the air was a novel experience, giving Zhao Lun another kind of wonderful thrill. Compared to a flying broomstick, this method of flying was far more comfortable for him.

Inhaling the fragrance of her hair, Zhao Lun was reminded of that night, the scene of their first meeting under the candlelight. That girl who had appeared in the dark—in less than two short months, she had become so dear to him that he couldn't bear to part ways like this.

If Hu Yongqing were to lead the dignified First Army of the Central Government into this desolate and freezing planet and ultimately suffer total annihilation, it would inevitably become the laughingstock of the Federation.

"I can't be sure, because I truly have no evidence, but the possibility is very high," Pei Donglai replied to Zuo Tianyou's rhetorical question.

In the hypocritical and chaotic Federation, and the brutal and tyrannical Empire, probably only Tang Wangshan could be considered the boss's sole rival, yet he was dead.

Lord Yunzhong stared fixedly at Luo Zhuo, as if trying to see right through him. However, Luo Zhuo's expression remained calm, revealing not a single flaw. Even the armor on his body masked his aura, preventing Lord Yunzhong from discerning his cultivation level, let alone deducing his lineage. Based solely on the Sea-Calming Pearl, he had no way of determining Luo Zhuo's origins.

People came here voluntarily every day to sweep and clean. Not a single fallen leaf could be found on the ground, and even the tombstones were polished to a spotless finish.

"Comrade Chuikov, will the Chional Volcano erupt again next year?" Looking at the impressive figures on the government's balance sheet, Poplavsky asked Zhou Tiance.