Chapter Fifty-One: Congratulations.

“Alright, good!” Ruan Yuelian agreed, though a trace of worry lingered in her heart as she pondered possible ways to handle the situation.

Room 520 was a simple private room, yet many students could only dream of having such a space. At the time, Xie Lin insisted on this very room, claiming it was auspicious. Qin Feng had to tighten his belt and survive on instant noodles for a week to scrape together enough money to pay the deposit.

Ran Shaotang glanced down and cursed under his breath. The bottle’s quality was exceptional—it remained intact without a single crack.

Tian Xuanzi steadied his sword against the ground, maintaining his balance as he breathed deeply. His vital energy circulated within, and a refreshing life force flowed through his body, rapidly healing the damaged meridians.

“Senior, I don't know where I went wrong to anger you! Please release me, and I promise to apologize properly,” Tian Xuanzi pleaded to Gui Bo.

From the moment she awoke, she knew Tian Xuanzi had risked everything to rescue her from the Ten Thousand Demons Cave. Yang Xuan and He Yan had also ventured inside, but their efforts were in vain; not even a corpse was found. They could only conclude that Tian Xuanzi had been attacked and could not have survived.

“How did you know I was going to use the Double Serpent Killing Technique?” Mitsurui Kurenai glared coldly at Li Lingyi. Although the latter had warned her, she remained ungrateful—after all, he was an enemy of the Hidden Leaf as well.

But Qin Feng’s surprise was not the technique, but the great tree. Its branches swayed, and some withered leaves began to fall, indicating that the great bear had shaken the roots.

However, the eighteen Golden Core cultivators wore anxious expressions, lacking the usual composure of advanced practitioners. Their eyes betrayed a sense of urgency.

In the tranquil forest, the eerie silence was almost unsettling—no movement at all. It felt less like a perilous demon cave and more like a peaceful wilderness, where perhaps a woodcutter might emerge at any moment. Yet Tian Xuanzi felt no relief.

Damn it, this monk had become such a scoundrel and had even learned this treacherous technique. It seemed the Clear Cool Temple was doomed this time.

As he stepped onto the ancient castle’s stairs, Qin Luo suddenly shivered with a chilling cold, reminiscent of his last experience in the underground dungeon. It was as if some monster in the darkness was watching him.

Before, the Yun Guang Consortium had no headquarters in the country—how could Qin Ran be connected to Elder Yang?

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Blessed with top-tier resources and having refined the Spear Dao, Fang Qingling’s remarkable talent began to blossom.

His master had left him the Nine Tribulation Sword and many other treasures; what then had he taught his senior sister? Jun Chen was filled with anticipation.

Once on the stage, Blood Flowing for a Thousand Miles acted without hesitation, unleashing the “River of Blood” strike directly at Wang Yuan’s head.

“Hehe! Times have changed, haven’t they?” Mario sneered, then suddenly glanced behind Dao Wu Xiu.

The day after Zuo Yi’s arrival in the imperial capital, the upper echelons of the city buzzed with sensational news.

Then he paused slightly, as if recalling something. The worry and melancholy on his face immediately vanished.

The An Yue Bai family was a local aristocratic clan in the Great Xia, comparable to a regional lord, renowned even within the inner world.

Guanyin Bodhisattva took back the willow branch and placed it into the sacred vase. Gazing upon the city’s people, who all bowed in reverence, she found herself truly torn.

A trickle of fresh blood flowed from his mouth, and the flames in his eyes gathered, ready to erupt at any moment.

“Sister, rest assured, we have memorized all these principles and will not make any mistakes,” Shen Jue said solemnly. Shen Yi nodded in agreement.

A fierce wind swept through the forest, carrying a faint metallic scent. The armored horses, sensing the blood in the air, grew restless. Despite their riders’ constant soothing, the agitation persisted.

Ling’er noticed faint old scars beside the fresh wounds—marks left by Qi Yang when he had rescued her under the decayed floorboards of the Li residence.

The clash of blade against bone rang out. The Duel King’s blade not only sliced through the opponent’s facial flesh but cleaved the bone in two.

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“I…” Wu Wei cast a glance at Li Shishi’s bare shoulder and the pink blush on her chest, unable to utter another word.

Gong Shaoqiang appeared from nowhere, walking directly toward him. Shen remained silent, glancing at the staff at the exchange counter, who looked embarrassed.

Pigsy immediately perked up, straightening his dark brocade robe. Alongside Sun Wukong, each wielding weapons, they leapt onto the cliff, heading toward the stone screen below.

Liu Sanbian introduced Chen Ao to the Hundred Flavor Pavilion, where dishes and fine wines from across the nation, even exotic delicacies and wines from the Western Regions, were served. For those seeking to satisfy their palates, this was paradise.

When Lin Ge was immobilized, a translucent white skeleton soldier ran to his side and gently lifted him, though Lin Ge only felt more pain.

Upon hearing Chen Gong’s words, Qin Tian raised his head earnestly. Combining the information from his Insight Technique, he feigned deep research into the matter and began explaining to Academician Wang and the others.

The office building had been fully painted, and only the office equipment remained to be moved in before it could be put to use. Even the staff housing was nearing completion.

Lighting the incense, wisps of smoke curled upward. The calming fragrance instantly enveloped Sun Erniang, her vision blurred as if transported to another world.

Tang Bai had yet to obtain the Solar Golden Scripture, so he could not yet speculate on the source of its power. However, he suspected the Necromancer’s Scripture connected to another realm—the UnderI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.