Volume 1, Chapter 25: Does Song Xiaotang Like Me?

Song Xiaotang was wearing light makeup and lipstick today, making her face look lovely. She wore a white top that resembled a shirt, paired with a shawl, and a black tulle skirt that reached just to her knees. Honestly, the outfit was quite stunning.

"It looks quite nice," I said, speaking my mind.

"Just 'quite nice'?" Song Xiaotang was clearly unsatisfied. I wondered what her problem was—wasn't "quite nice" enough? Before I could say another word, she suddenly took off her shawl. It was only then that I realized the white top wasn't a shirt at all. Her neck, shoulders, and collarbones were completely exposed, and the expanse of pale skin just below her collarbones was particularly striking.

Xiao Yang turned pale at these words, failing to notice that the black ring's tone was slightly different from usual. Even though the previous response had been directed by the avatar of the future, with the sanctuary world now damaged, the Master's wife showed no intention of blaming Emperor Zhang, her expression even tinged with a faint sense of self-reproach. Her uncertainty was shared by the others present.

If a mere clash between two nations could cause such a catastrophe, affecting only their territories, then in the future he had foreseen, the war of the saints would likely leave the entire world in a state a hundred times more terrifying and miserable.

Gu Zichen felt waves of turmoil in his heart as he viewed the scene. The situation was shrouded in fog and riddled with conspiracies, making it impossible for him to discern the true plot.

"Once this round is over, it’s time for the winning streak, isn't it?" Ning Zhuier smiled sinisterly and, brooking no argument, ordered the two guards to escort Wu Jiang to the fence.

"It has an owner? Hmph, just because you say so? I could just as easily claim he is my captive, and I’ll kill him if I please!" Tang San’s retort was direct and sharp; without evidence, such claims held no credibility.

Wang Ba-bu-gui shook his head frantically, though his face was so covered that his expression was impossible to read.

Of course, the three top universities had their advantages—substantial ones at that—but their atmosphere didn't seem suited for someone like Wu Can. According to Luo Feng, those schools were filled with either pampered geniuses or the descendants of the wealthy and powerful; they were prestigious, but lacked passion and fervor.

Qiao’s face instantly drained of all color, and her knees trembled as she slowly sank to the ground. Under the Tang Code, using dark arts to harm others was a grave crime.

The senior martial artists below were startled by the deafening roar from above, causing their movements to falter for a split second.

If only she had known this yesterday, she could have slept in a bit longer. She knew that a lack of sleep could stunt her growth.

"You said you wanted to reclaim the ceramic cup, so how do you explain it being shattered? This is nothing but your own nonsense!" Vivian was completely incensed.

Jiang Dabao was at a complete loss with his younger brother; if he wasn't trying to play matchmaker for their mother and father, he was badmouthing his mother in front of his father.

"Professor Xu must like me, otherwise he wouldn't have agreed to appear on the show with me as a couple!" Bai Songchun beamed, her chest rising and falling with excitement.

Helped by Ke Yunfan to the sofa, Ke Tianmi propped her injured leg on the coffee table in front of her.

"Ying Chaosheng" was now the Demon Lord, and the surging demonic energy surrounding him was such that even a Golden Core cultivator might not be a match for him.

Shen Jingyan was amused; she had expected the messenger to be a formidable character, not a mere child.

It seemed, however, that these people took her words as a Buddhist-style funeral rite intended to pray for their souls.

"Brother Xiao, let’s just let this matter go, shall we?" A man in a black robe wearing a strange mask spoke from the audience.

Now that her shop’s business had finally improved, those who had previously fawned over her were back again.

Interrupting the lesson meant it was no longer a productive environment, so the foreign language teacher had to cut the session short.

Besides, Huang Lianyi had no reason to deceive him, especially not about something so easily verified.

Xu Yue watched as the school beauty, who had just been trying to manipulate him with her cultivation techniques, fell for his trap. Outwardly, he sighed and shook his head, but inwardly, he was already calculating his next move.

Fang Xuanling was completely numb. After the torture of the previous "Shura field," he was truly exhausted by the relationship between the father and son and had no desire to get involved.

The third floor was reserved exclusively for true disciples; inner-sect disciples had to pay a heavy price to gain entry.

Back then, he had carved out his status with a single mountain-cutting blade, and he believed he could still use that same blade to cut a path toward a bright future today.

In the Bone-Cleansing Pool, Lu Chen submerged his entire body. Before he could even use his spiritual energy to insulate himself from the liquid, he felt an immense force surge rapidly into his body.

Looking closer, he discovered a hole. Pulling away the vegetation on top, he found a layer of brown, decaying leaves, but there were clear signs of human disturbance.

He realized then that if he didn't lay it out plainly for Liu Yuling, she might never figure it out on her own.

He shoved both of them, and before Ruan Xia could react, the two had fallen into the river headfirst.

She had suggested the customer buy another item for a ten-percent discount, but the customer had bought so many things and insisted on choosing a silver hairpin as well—clearly, money was no object.

In the past, Li Sha-da had treasured his son dearly; he had never seen him lose his temper with the boy like this before.

Hu Yifei didn't know who this person was. She only knew that he had released her the day before and given her a message to spread.

Chen Xiang had wronged the monks. Although the three senior monks of the "Guang" generation were said to possess the combat strength of Heavenly Immortals, their combined "Three Talents Formation" and "Vajra Subduing Demon Formation" could rival True Immortals.

Liu Zhimin turned on the faucet, rinsed her mouth with a little water, and then, using a generous amount of hand soap, scrubbed her hands repeatedly.

Watching Zhang Qingcheng flee in such a cowardly manner, Qiao Xiaoxi asked, "Mother, didn't you used to like Scholar Zhang?"

But if Palace Master Jun assigned them tasks, it must be because those matters were deeply intertwined with their own affairs.

Watching Yu Toubiao hang his head and extend his wrists, Chen Yongren chuckled, signaled for his men to handcuff him, and then turned and walked away.