Volume 1, Chapter 25: The First Step Toward Success

At this moment, an elder beside Haomiao stepped forward and looked at Zhou Youcai with an expressionless face.

A quarter of an hour later, the audience was beginning to grow restless, and Principal Lang was pacing around the red-carpeted floor. Just then, Le Yi directed several male students to carry in a bright yellow table; made of common pear wood, it looked antique and quite atmospheric.

Yushang said indifferently, "Young Master, there is no need to deny it. I could never mistake the scent of White Leaf Grass. Even if it is kept in a cultivator's storage bag, I can instantly sense its presence."

If I were truly immortal, that would be quite nice, wouldn't it? Li Zimu thought to himself, feeling content.

Seeing these lively Gnomes, Wang Chen felt quite pleased. When he had first left the Haotian Sect to gain experience, the Gnomes had helped him quite a bit.

Her name was Auntie Wu, a long-time nanny for the Chen family. It could be said that Chen Mengting had grown up under her watch; thus, Chen Mengting was very fond of this old nanny.

Huang Song's trousers were already dripping; he had truly been scared to the point of wetting himself. Yang Sha, however, was quite happy, waving her fist and shouting, "Well done!"

The reason the Divine Spear did not completely kill the opponent was that I had not yet realized these things would constantly revive. One must wield the blade with the resolve to "sever the opponent's soul."

After going downstairs, he politely said goodbye to Issei’s father, leaving the two parents with a good impression.

On the first day of arriving in London, the entire exchange delegation's plan was clear: report in, eat, sleep, and discuss serious matters tomorrow.

However, how could the person behind the scenes have possibly calculated this? When it comes to the power of the soul, in these six realms, how many could be more formidable than Ming Wu Yan?

Of course, finding such personnel did not seem very likely. Not to mention whether there would be a system willing to cooperate with him like Can Shang, even if there were, he would not dare to take on another.

Cao Yimo felt so happy she could float on the clouds, her lips bathed in a blissful smile as she tilted her face up to kiss Fu Ye’s thin lips.

"Just you wait! I'll tell Grandpa! I'll have Grandpa teach you a lesson, you bastard who doesn't even have an aunt!" The boy's neck was covered in blood, sending a chill through the necks of the boys standing around.

"Hold me tighter and you won't be cold." Rong Ying's gaze was somewhat ethereal; looking at her, it was as if he had a desire to consume her entirely, possessing a wicked, compelling power that made one afraid to look directly at him.

Before he could finish his sentence, Tang Miao had already fallen silent, pulling herself out of the previous atmosphere in an instant, her seriousness making everyone