Volume 1 Chapter 60 Teaching Tiantian to Write

Xia Niannian already had an excellent command of French, so translating came easily to her. In less than a week, she had finished translating nearly a fifth of the book.

Aside from Wang Hou and Nojiko, who had already seen the blueprint, everyone else wore expressions that were a mix of agitation and solemnity.

Amidst a barrage of lasers, a demon roughly the same size as the Great Tengu that Wang Hou had just slain was blasted into a sieve by the Solar Disc.

"It doesn't matter. It seems they already understand the reality of the situation. Being in the mortal realm, there is nothing they can do; perhaps keeping them here is the only way they can find some peace of mind," Shimizu said, sitting on the sofa and browsing through the files of the surviving students on a tablet handed to her by Yagi Rei.

Hearing these words, everyone fell into a heavy silence, saying nothing as the atmosphere grew oppressive.

"No, I want to do it together with my brother," Si E said, her voice filled entirely with deep attachment to Zhong Jin.

Naturally, the majority of their attention became focused on that talisman, meaning that most of their mental and spiritual energy was concentrated at the center of the battlefield where Cleansing Heaven and the Black Sand Sainted Honored One were engaged in combat.

Just then, the phantom stepped forward and began communicating fluently and effortlessly with the old man in a language none of them could understand.

"There's no need to be so polite; just call me Uncle Changfeng!" With that, Sima Changfeng reached out to his side, and a nearby disciple hurriedly handed him an embroidered box.

The three of them conversed, yet they remained somewhat uncertain, simultaneously looking toward the man before them. Seeing him nod, their hearts settled completely, and greedy expressions surfaced on their faces once more as they watched Xia Mingfeng, flying closer and closer.

"I will wait right here, and I want to see what kind of outcome awaits me," Zhao Leng said calmly.

An Yu placed the tea on the coffee table, went to fetch two teacups, and then sat down beside me.

She could not utter a single word, and could only lower her head as she walked down. Suddenly, her foot missed its step, and with a dull thud, she crashed to the ground, the pain leaving her unable to rise for a long while.

After another week or so, no new recruits were enlisting, and the intense, fervent training began in earnest.

Meanwhile, this place was bustling with activity. Across the massive plaza, a large number of commercial tents were lined up in a row, nearly enclosing the entire square and leaving only a single cross-shaped passageway.

Hearing Alan's words and seeing the look of adoration on his face, Mark was overjoyed and, unable to help himself, burst into a boisterous laugh with his hands on his hips.

Hearing this while still seething with residual anger, the Emperor smashed the cup of hot tea Zhang Ke had just brought him and immediately issued an imperial decree sentencing the entire Qi family to execution on an appointed day, thereby appeasing the countless loyal and virtuous ministers who had died unjustly at his hands.

"Brawling and fighting with brute force is something a wise man avoids. To subdue the enemy without fighting is the superior strategy!" Sun Feng mocked the Shennong Cauldron somewhat derisively.

It was a pity that this was not something to rejoice over. For him at this moment, remaining ignorant would have been far better—at least then he would not have felt despair born of a profound sense of helplessness.

"Which emperor are you? Do you know who I am?" Ren Yi locked eyes with the middle-aged man, refusing to yield in the slightest.

"I told you I'm not!" Jiang Zhengxi's look of contempt truly stung Jiang Xiaohan. Provoked to the point where bulging veins throbbed on his temples, he was consumed by rage.

Roughly a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Zhengxi returned with the bridal procession, having completed the detour.

As he spoke, Iruka once again shot a mysterious smile at Sai. Sai, whose smile remained rigidly fixed, involuntarily shuddered.

"You too, why didn't you give me a heads-up beforehand? You had me thinking you were losing your mind, seriously," Yan Ruojiu complained with a hint of displeasure upon hearing this.