Volume One, Chapter 65: The Tide Turns

A streak of golden light flashed, instantly covering the entire city wall. The split snails seemed to be coated in a layer of golden armor. Their speed increased, their corrosive abilities grew stronger, and even their rate of division multiplied several times. The green army of snails began to split geometrically, eventually forming a vast ocean of green.

“I believe, I do.” With Jiang Hua’s treatment, Master Li’s condition improved significantly, his face showing a hint of color. Yet Jiang Hua and Xin Lan knew well that this was merely a fleeting revival; Master Li would not live much longer.

“Do you really think they’d be so easily taken down by me?” Catching my sword, Qinghua glared at me irritably.

Another flicker pulsed through the dark passageway, and at last, a voice echoed from within, clearly not one of the players from Jiuli City.

Damn, I immediately crouched down and covered my head in fright. As expected, that foolish student kicked all the students behind me, sending them tumbling down.

The Bird of Valor, one of the ultimate skills among flying abilities, is the signature move for many flying-type magical beasts and far surpasses another flying ultimate, Divine Bird, in popularity.

Though the elder had given Zhuo Yifan a rough explanation earlier, Zhuo Yifan still harbored doubts, unable to figure out several things.

Glancing once more at the youth before me, I noticed his imposing presence. Just the clubhead he sported was rare in our school; those who could keep it were troublemakers, and even in society, such people held a certain status.

“I won’t force you to do this. General Ji once said, as long as you wish, you can leave at any time!” Captain Gao suddenly smiled, but the disdain in his eyes was obvious. Children from wealthy families, after all, can hardly bear such hardship.

He was overjoyed. In these days, as Lanlan’s cultivation progressed, he had grown deeply awed by Jiang Hua’s unfathomable strength, and was extremely grateful for Jiang Hua’s unreserved guidance. His resentment had mostly dissipated, leaving only admiration and gratitude.

Rong Xuelong’s condition was far from optimistic; even if she survived the critical period, awakening would not be easy.

Under the furious roar of myriad icy powers, the frost flowers that had filled the air began to condense at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When Shao Yian turned forty, the restless branches of the Shao family began to stir. Each tried to outmaneuver the others, hoping to shine before this powerful patriarch and become the new heir. Yet after their scheming was done, what awaited them was the patriarch’s thunderous suppression.

The Scarlet Cloud Fairy, Qu Ying, gazed at Ye Xuecheng’s departing figure and murmured to herself, her heart heavy and blocked, as an uncontrollable crystal tear slid down her smooth cheek.

As Wan Du was lost in thought, the remainder of her ice cream was taken from her hand; cool fingertips brushed across her palm, sending tingles through her skin.

More precisely, those pool waters at this moment flowed gently between Qin Chen’s legs, like warm spring water.

This fellow, usually so reserved, had clearly been influenced by spending time with Qin Chen recently.

When Qianqiu appeared, everyone subconsciously glanced at a certain psychic in the team.

A familiar waiter led her to her usual spot; while waiting for the coffee, Chu Yuan’an sat opposite her. Everything seemed routine, but the bloodshot eyes were apparent—though she didn’t care, only casually asked where he had been these past days.

A handsome youth in a robe of five colors, brows tightly knit, gazed dotingly at the cold fairy in azure, and said helplessly.