Chapter 19: I'm Not Interested in You

Today, Qiao Zhilin wore a red dress, looking both radiant and poised, exuding an air of commanding intensity.

Ji Jing was the first to step out of the car. Qiao Zhilin took a step forward, her gaze fixed on his face. She extended her hand with a meaningful smile. "President Ji, welcome. I hope this collaboration goes smoothly."

Ji Jing’s expression remained calm, as if he truly saw her only as a business partner...

Judging by the current results, it was quite satisfactory. There was no trace of smoke residue left inside the body, which was the most crucial aspect.

Sure enough, from the stormy look on her face, it was clear she was genuinely angry. Upon arriving here, without a word, she stomped down fiercely.

The scorching heat surged, sharp and overwhelming. The young man’s casual clothes suddenly tore into many pieces, hanging loosely like rags. The pure cashmere fabric turned brittle and scorched, emitting a foul burnt smell.

This black crab’s power needed no further explanation. It had easily defeated more than a dozen oceanic beasts, undoubtedly a dominant sea monster.

Kamal’s face twisted into a grimace as he let out a low growl, wielding a sacred sword. The blade traced a graceful arc, radiating a powerful aura of light, clashing fiercely against the Saint-Slaying Spear.

Yuan Lin’s eagle claw hand was no ordinary grasp. The five fingers curved into a strange arc, each fingertip precisely contacting the blood spear as if perfectly aligned to counter it. The points of contact, combined with his robust spiritual power, allowed him to seemingly effortlessly endure the attacks of the Martial Saint Corpse.

Upon hearing his senior brother’s words, Li Guanshui nodded and took the star-bound tome. Glancing at its cover, which bore no inscription, he lightly infused it with spiritual energy. Immediately, three ancient characters—“Star-bound Tome”—emerged on the surface. He flipped through the pages, finding them all blank.

With a thunderous roar, the sword’s energy sliced the giant eagle cleanly in two from head to tail. Black blood sprayed into the air, descending like a torrential dark rain, while the carcass tumbled down, striking the ground with a heavy dust cloud.

At this moment, she grew curious—what was Li Biexue truly hiding? Why risk everything, even forsaking the two founding masters?

Their master was furious now; pushing further meant courting death. Zheng Sanbao had no desire to relive the humiliation of solitary reflection, especially now as a teacher. Another punishment would be unbearable for his pride.

The Lantern Ghost, realizing it was unwise to linger, shouted, “We’ll see about that!” In an instant, it transformed into a spherical red light and swiftly fled. Zhang Meiyue fixed her gaze on its fleeing path—it was heading straight toward that terrifying village.

If it weren’t for Mu Zhimei’s intervention against the demon general Xu Xian, I believe I would have already started retreating from this cursed place.

When Chen Feng said this, only Zhang Bing beside him understood. Recalling Wang Ruo’s deeds, he resolved to find an opportunity to tell Chen Feng everything that had happened to his family after he left.

The culprit showed no shame, instead surfacing with a grin. He freely boasted about his “great achievements,” especially among their fellow alumni at B University.

Su Jinse bit her lip as she gazed at the boy before her. He carried a restless soul, destined one day to soar into the heavens, flying freely without burdens. Yet now, because of her, he was tainted by dust. Those clear, pure eyes of his—his world should not be marred by such disgrace.

After a long time, I woke again. Upon awakening, I ran to where that chubby fellow was and grabbed the bundle behind him.

Su Jinse couldn’t help but smile. Lele probably hadn’t even realized it herself—since meeting Song Mo, she had become so easily angered.

“What if I really am pregnant?” Su Jinse looked at him seriously, wanting to see every expression flicker across his face.