Chapter Thirty-Three: Indignation

“Boss!” Ji Cang burst into the command post holding a stack of newspapers.

Mu Chengyao’s long legs were propped up on the table as he carefully cleaned his pistol with a soft cotton cloth. Ji Cang’s loud exclamations drew curious glances from passing officers, but Mu Chengyao didn’t even lift an eyelid.

Ji Cang paid no mind and thrust the newspapers right under Mu Chengyao’s nose. “Hey, boss, look at this! These damned papers are spouting nonsense, pure chaos!”

Mu Chengyao’s view was blocked, so he had no choice but to set his pistol aside.

Seeing that Mu Chengyao was still indifferent, Ji Cang pushed the papers closer, until they nearly grazed his nose. The bold, black headlines leapt into Mu Chengyao’s sight: “Warlords recklessly pursue glory, causing countless civilian deaths and injuries!”

Mu Chengyao—

“Your Majesty, this is the Nine Flowers Hall. The Cloud-Soaring Immortal Emperor has never taken us seriously. The words you just spoke, he didn’t even bother to listen. Is this hall truly ours to preside over?” Ye Feng sensed the icy murderous intent from the Cloud-Soaring Immortal Emperor, let out a cold laugh, and addressed the emperor.

Of so many teams, besides the five major factions, five squads stood out as the most famous: Dream Shadow, Azure Wolf, Giant Ant, Demon Hunter, and Violet Hornet.

Now, the place was ablaze with light, torches burning everywhere, illuminating the members of both camps clearly.

Even if these people harbored ulterior motives or plotted schemes, Li Wei was unafraid. In the face of absolute power, all intrigues amounted to nothing.

“If you want to investigate, you know the rules. Do you know what price you’ll pay this time?” The voice on the phone was cheerful, followed by hearty laughter before continuing.

“This is wonderful. Brother Ping won’t need to cultivate anymore, so he’ll have more time to spend with me.” Liang Jing’s voice was tinged with softness.

“It’s your first day—I’ll accompany you all the way. Come on, let’s head home.” Ru Chengcheng said, taking her hand.

“No need, I’ve already arrived.” The clear, melodious voice carried a hint of coldness, and everyone could hear it.

The Blade Sovereign Tower—Luo Xiu had heard of it. In the Heavenly Realm, it was a unique force, rarely involved in territorial disputes and bloodshed among factions, but any martial artist who emerged from the Blade Sovereign Tower was almost untouchable.

Of course, he didn’t know that back in the Immortal Gate’s ruins, Wang Nu’s intelligence had fully shown itself, saving many disciples from various sects. He even used his wits to kill Mo Xin.

“Thank you to the top twenty contestants for their brilliant performances. Please take a rest and prepare for the next round of competition.” Deng Dong and Yao Xiaojun stepped onto the stage, introducing the judges and explaining the program’s competition process.

Her lips brushed his without skill, a gentle, fleeting touch, and before he could react, she was gone.

Now, Wang Nu’s heart was filled with nothing but hatred for this youth; he didn’t care how the boy figured out that his golden saber had a story behind it.

Ye Cuixiao felt that Yang Qianxi was perhaps undermining their own morale, but after thinking it over, she understood the reality—amateurs simply couldn’t compete with professionals. Ye Cuixiao couldn’t help but feel a little deflated.

“Master, were you able to obtain the patrol schedule from the government granary?” Lin Yuan knew how difficult this task was, so he asked about the most crucial factor right from the start.

Yu Yuanfan’s gentle smile slowly faded as Chu Ruoshui was about to pass him by. He raised his hand and, rather rudely, caught the corner of her sleeve with two fingers, causing his own cheeks to flush.

Liu Qianzhou and Duan Tingting faintly sensed that Jin Chen Dan might truly be ill, but Chen Xuemei did not say it outright.

As soon as he appeared in this space, the black substance began to change, and the sea of consciousness started to quake.

This was obviously a rather complex tale. In fact, most demon hunters with kind hearts were reluctant to bring their “unexpected children” into the world of demon hunters.

Unfortunately, as students, they had to suppress their resentment towards the two enigmatic teachers leading them. The upcoming assessment would determine whether they could become true ninjas. They had thought that meeting at five o’clock meant a grueling endurance test, but now, before anything even began, it was already midday—how unpredictable this was.