Volume One, Chapter 22: The Campus Belle’s Devoted Admirer

On this day, many outer sect disciples felt the urge to undergo their tribulation, yet they forcibly suppressed it, waiting to ascend another day.

"Boom!" A crimson pillar of fire engulfed Yan Yun’s figure, instantly slamming into the magic barrier in front of Ling Yun. The violent fire energy blasted a large semicircular crater into the ground.

Seeing this wooden plaque, everyone stopped in their tracks, looking at Yan Wubian with confusion, as if waiting for him to make a decision.

A shrill laugh rang out. Shen Cong didn't even need to turn his head to know it was Yue Biao. At the same time, there were the sounds of Gu Shun and the others putting up resistance. Shen Cong’s expression shifted slightly; immersed in the joy of mastering a new technique, he had been using Yue Qianyun as a practice dummy and had completely forgotten about Jin Liu and the others.

Although they did not know who the voice was, they knew that Divine Phoenix Island was the Yan family’s forbidden ground. It was rumored to be the place where the Yan family’s ancestor went into seclusion to cultivate.

The six-colored wave swept across like a massive tidal surge. In the blink of an eye, the light barrier shattered, failing to provide any obstruction at all as it washed directly over the gods.

The three large characters for "No-Man’s Village" were not frightening in themselves; what was frightening was their implication. Having come from the Road of No Return, the immortal host who reached the village before us were terrified to their cores. It was no wonder that, upon seeing those three words, they dared not move forward.

"The devils are coming up! Brothers, give them everything you've got!" The battalion commander crawled out of the soil, shook off the dirt, and upon seeing the enemy, shouted urgently.

"Is Yiyi coming?" Wang Chao didn’t know what his intuition was based on, but he had reached this conclusion.

The various factions were positioned according to their strength. Only the top-tier Saint Venerable-level powers were qualified to stand at the front; even someone of Bai Heming’s status could not occupy those leading positions.

Within this hurricane domain, a refreshing fragrance permeated the air, and the purity of nature was invigorating. The abilities of Ye Han and his group, which had previously been suppressed, were completely unleashed in this moment, and the heart-corroding cold could not penetrate the domain at all.

Perhaps neither of them realized it, but as a bystander, Ke Feiyu felt he could see the tenderness and deep affection in Master Qin’s eyes as he looked at Shao Bai.

"It’s fine, I just came to see what you would choose. Thankfully, you didn't disappoint me," Bai Yu replied, looking down with a faint smile.

"It’s resolved, everything is fine. Get some rest early; they brought two today, but there might be four tomorrow," Bai Qujiang’s voice was laced with fatigue and worry.

What would she do in the future? If she really went to intern or debut, wouldn't she be unable to perform those kinds of intimate scenes?

The slaughter continued until late into the night. The flames of war burned, painting the pitch-black night a deep crimson.

Not far away, hidden in the shadows, Luo Qingxin watched Han Xi’s arrogant, smiling face and couldn't help but recall the question he had just asked.

Just as a moment of distraction crossed Lin Yifeng’s mind, Pavilion Master Jiang had already turned and retreated.

Some people, seeing him look their way, said the same thing as Yu Mo; nine out of ten were exactly the same.

The group left Changbanpo and headed north. The owner of the tavern was one of their own, and there was no one else in his family, so there was no need to provide compensation. They simply razed the shop to the ground, and that was that.

This look was a bit too seductive, especially since she was soaked from head to toe, and a patch of fair, alluring, and soft skin at her chest slipped out from her camisole pajamas, appearing exceptionally dazzling.

Whatever they say about "the finest scenic spot of Han and Wei, the premier dojo of Lake Xiang," although these are merely worldly platitudes that cannot compare to the ancient temples of the cultivation world, the Lushan Ancient Temple has managed to pass down its legacy for two thousand years, so it must have its own unique qualities. It is certainly worth a visit if the opportunity arises.

However, there will always be a group of students whose aptitude is mediocre but whose insight is exceptional. After persisting in their bitter cultivation, they will welcome their own light. Perhaps the hurdles others find impossible to cross are, to them, as easy as walking on level ground.

Zheng Chenheng and Xi Chen walked into the shop across the street with graceful strides, drawing several heated gazes. The man who was organizing his stock noticed someone enter and, dropping the box in his hands, hurried to greet the customers, only to scratch his head in confusion upon seeing the crowd of people gathered outside the shop door.

The two walked further inside until they reached a massive hall. In the center of this hall sat a strange, large cage-like structure, surrounded by what looked like a plexiglass cover. A door was opened at the bottom, and a dense tangle of thick wires was connected to the top, along with two giant electromagnetic induction coils.

Although Ning Xiu was confident in his technical ability to create epoch-making inventions, it had to be built on the foundation of sufficient capital.

The gargoyle inside was frantically slamming against the interior of the black stone, but it was all in vain. The soil and stone reinforced by Anthony’s elemental power were not something it could break through.

This logic is similar to the role of the observer in quantum theory. Once observed, the quantum state collapses instantly, becoming something other than what it originally was.