Chapter 57: Is Yuan Jiaxue About to Do Something Foolish?

"Those of you wanting proof, please hold on a moment. Let's invite the person involved to discuss the details with you," Wen Miaohan said, nodding to Wen Miaoting.

[What does Wen Miaohan mean by this? The person involved? Who? Yuan Jiaxue?]

[Look, she’s connecting now…]

[Oh my, it really is Yuan Jiaxue.]

On the other side of the video call, Yuan Jiaxue appeared with exquisitely applied makeup, though the noise in her background was quite loud.

If Lin Shuo was the star of tonight’s grand banquet, then Lin Xuan was one of the darlings of the entire Xuan Sect Martial Mansion and an object of admiration for many disciples.

Although these dozen or so riders did not witness firsthand the murders of An Zhongzhi, An Qingyou, and An Qingzhang, they exaggerated the number of Tang soldiers, claiming they were ambushed by over a thousand Tian Ce cavalrymen and suffered a disastrous defeat. No one had yet escaped from the village they were in, and it was presumed that few survived.

The soul-refining power of the dialect was even stronger than that of an early Nascent Soul stage. Once his magical power recovered, supplemented by the Spirit-Calming Pill, there would be little cause for concern.

One punch after another... Huo Qing launched a series of strikes, while Pei Yuanshu refrained from meeting him head-on. Huo Qing had now seamlessly integrated the Ghost Dance Steps with the Art of Shifting Shadows, finally blocking Pei Yuanshu’s escape route. His palm blade came crashing down directly.

Even after the matter was settled, if the Ye family wanted to cause trouble for him, they would find no legitimate excuse. Although he had made a scene in Ye Family City, the incident had become widely known, and all factions were merely waiting to see the Ye family’s humiliation.

Xiang Lin stretched out his hand to capture the incoming azure glow, slowly twisting his wrist. In the palm lay the very copper coin he had just thrown.

From afar came the gentle plucking of a seven-string guqin, its melody flowing like wind through countless mountain valleys, drifting softly with the night breeze.

The sullen-faced Medicine Ghost, enraged, led the main forces to surround the enemy’s stronghold. Seeing the twenty thousand troops were all level 60 or above, the opposing side began to admit defeat.

The Daoist adept gazed at Ji Chengche’s back, gritting his teeth to suppress his fury. This demon youth was so arrogant as to even tear up the invitation from the Heavenly Dao Sect.

Liu Qing hailed a taxi on the street. We got in and headed to the dormitory building. A few steps from the door, I noticed red spring couplets with gold characters posted on the walls and lintel, just like the neighbors’, and the security door bore an inverted 'Fu' character for blessing.

Though traps could not be ruled out, the other three of Kui Yan were all within the sight of Fei Ye and his group, making ambush unlikely. Opportunities to unleash a full-fledged ultimate move were rare on such a battlefield, so Chu Jianmo decided to take the gamble.

Looking back, the questions I had asked earlier now seemed foolish. Like a world-weary infant just stepping into life’s harshness, I preferred to describe my current self this way.

Especially upon seeing Li Weiyi in plain clothes, his posture lax and lacking any martial aura, I felt even more defiant—almost as if the word “defiant” was written across my face.

Then, with a slight raise of his right hand, the red ring flew into Luo Yu’s palm. Looking at the ring, Luo Yu did not refuse. After all, his purpose here was to obtain the secret treasure. Moreover, passing down his lifelong mastery was also a great wish of the Shadow Clan.

Time had reached the eighty-fifth minute. The coach of the Nanjing youth team could no longer sit still, pacing the sidelines incessantly with his assistant, issuing commands.

“I can’t make out clearly. Judging by their builds and the shouts behind, I guess it’s Zhu Dalong and Zhu Xiaohu. The one at the back is probably Zhu Xiaohu,” Liu Qing said as we walked back.

Among the dense leaves atop the tree canopy, fluffy as cotton balls, a cluster of silvery-white fruits fell to the ground, shattering like eggs. The light that had shone upon them vanished simultaneously.

Everyone was astonished, feeling as if their world had been turned upside down. They never expected that the boy who had once suffered their constant torment would now be the only one to come to the rescue. Even Luo Mingsen was equally shocked, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on the boy’s retreating figure.