Volume One, Chapter 53: The Scientific Way to Travel Swiftly

"I've never been to the front line, so I can't set a teleportation point there," Wang Meng said helplessly.

"Then just send us as close as you can. We'll make our own way from there," Jiang Xiaorou replied directly.

"Alright, I'll try," Wang Meng said, closing his eyes to sense the coordinates he had once left behind.

A moment later...

The three of them appeared on a wide road.

"This is our temporary base. There are vehicles inside—you can drive from here," Wang Meng said, delivering the two of them to a makeshift camp in the wild.

Jiang Xiaorou glanced at Montage.

Montage blinked and looked at Wang Meng.

"Is something wrong?" Wang Meng asked, puzzled.

"I..."

At this moment, Chen Qingniu was overjoyed. His words, "just as I thought," had only been a guess at first.

Unable to catch up with Li Er, Long Jiu had no choice but to return and find Ya Zi. She wanted to watch the surveillance footage of the mall, but as a suspended employee, she simply couldn't do it.

Moreover, after a night of cultivation, Xiao Han's arm was mostly healed. What mattered most was that he had already begun to master the first layer of the Nirvana Technique.

Naturally, she busied herself with dusting off the travel grime she'd picked up on her return to the manor. Their lady, after all, had a slight obsession with cleanliness. As Xin pondered this, she noticed the wrinkles and dust on her skirt.

Li Yiming only had three days. Asking him to wait two days until the Beast Emperor emerged from seclusion would be tantamount to courting death.

As dusk fell, Zhu Xi and Mengyao finished washing up and returned to their rooms.

Chen Qingniu saw it all. He even noticed that, though the young man was injured, before being carried away by that burly fellow, he turned and looked back at him.

Through all this, Zhang Zhan realized that Xiao Han's skill at chess was truly remarkable, and this surprised him a little.

Ever since they discovered the Dustless Tree on the academy's back hill, Li Chen and Ming Yue had found a new place to train. After the tournament ended, before Jun Qizhen could even invite them to a roast chicken feast, the two clamored to go to the Dustless Tree, and Jun Qizhen was happy to oblige—rare indeed to find students so diligent.

When Mi Zhu arrived at Tao Qian's quarters, the room was already crowded. Although Tao Qian was gravely ill, he had to summon his energy to handle the matter at hand.

Now, in the northern wilds, everyone outwardly obeyed Tuoba Jue, but in truth, Tuoba Shuo was secretly gathering his strength.

The chain scraped against the ground as she sat down beside Ling Shen. His gaze landed on that chain.

She had wanted to cry for a long time—ever since she learned that Gong Shaoxie would be going to America. She forced herself to hold it in, not wanting to cry in front of him.

"Hua, I know there are those in this household who quietly resent you, and Huan is among them. Do you know what to do about that? The girl has been spoiled rotten. Now she even dares talk back to me. If this continues, what will happen when she goes out into the world?" The old lady was truly angered by Shen Huan, to the point of speaking such harsh words.

In the main hall of the Azure Flame Sect's council chamber, Sima Nan sat with a face like iron, and standing before him was Zhao Ling'er.

The hall was dim, with a full moon hanging overhead, casting a faint silver glow.

"Have you made your decision? You must know, if my bloodline severs its ties with the clan, you will never again have the chance to awaken your bloodline!" The quasi-emperor spoke in a deep voice.

"It's enough that you're back, that's all that matters..." Jun Xiangrong trembled as she helped Jun Ye to her feet and pulled her into a tight embrace, tears streaming down her face, though a smile had bloomed there too.

His bronze saber missed Li Fei, but the blade's energy struck a ferocious beast instead, instantly slicing away most of its body. Li Fei's heart ached at the sight—after all, he'd worked so hard to capture it.

When Ye Ning spoke, a trace of anger and despair colored his words, making He Jinnian slow his steps.

Qu You closed her eyes, waiting for the pain she thought would come, but after a long time she found herself unharmed. Peeking through her lashes, she slowly scanned the room. The once-arrogant Chu Qin now lay dead, blood streaming from every orifice, lifeless beyond doubt.

Zhou Buhuan was close enough to see her exquisite features clearly—her beauty was unparalleled, from her eyes to her lips, every detail flawless. Most remarkable was that she wore no makeup; her pure, ethereal beauty could withstand any scrutiny, leaving everyone stunned and unable to help but marvel that God would create such perfection.

Just looking at him made one's throat tighten. Though all hailed from the Fu family, and most had served in the military, Fu Heng's aura always surpassed the rest. The way he looked at people was like a gaze reserved for the dead, chilling to the bone.

And those fearsome, powerful guns—if one still couldn't guess their ambitions, then one was truly too naïve.

Gu Zi'an lounged against the bed, meeting her gaze with calm indifference. She noticed that, though her roommate was thin, her eyes were sharp, and she liked to look at people askance, as if that made her superior.

Suddenly, she remembered the beginning of the school year, when the Falcon SUV sat motionless outside the gate. She wouldn't come out, and he simply waited, stubborn as ever. It was unsettling, and yet it made her heart race, giving her the illusion that, no matter when she turned around, she'd always find him there.

On a night by the mountains and water, a cool, refreshing breeze brushed her face as she stepped outside. Even the troubles that had weighed on Lin Xiaomo's heart seemed to ease in the wind.

Hearing this, Shenqi instantly regretted it. "Damn it, if I'd known, I should have started the bidding at a hundred million." He could have fleeced that monster even more.

In the end, that comment became so popular it was pinned to the top. Its title: "Who is the true face of the Warmth Boy Band?" Someone even tallied the votes, and in the end, it had nothing to do with Shensheng. The battle lines were drawn between Shenwang and Zhou Buhuan, and the rivalry grew ever more intense.