Chapter Ninety-Eight: Awakening

Zhao Dingsheng lay on the bed, his face smeared with a thick layer of ointment, while Madam Zhao stood by the window, looking out again and again.

The doctor had just examined him. Apart from the sorry state of his face, Zhao Dingsheng was otherwise unharmed; he needed only a few days’ rest, and once the injuries on his face healed, he would be able to see people again.

Madam Zhao did not believe it. She thought the doctor had made it sound far too simple, grabbed the old physician by the collar, and cursed him as a quack, so infuriating the man—who had practiced medicine for decades—that he stormed off without even taking his fee.

Only after Zhao Dingsheng coaxed her patiently and gently did Madam Zhao finally believe that her son was truly in no danger.

Once reassured, Madam Zhao turned her attention to the conversation between Zhao Haichang and Lu Shian in the main hall.

Whether she was willing to admit it or not, she could not help listening.

Do not forget that even if humans in this world are formidable, the mutated creatures of the forest, the demons that always covet human territory, and those tide-like dissolving monsters are all tremendous threats.

It was just when Li Lin, truly feeling a long-lost rage, was about to launch into a slaughter that a voice slightly familiar to him sounded in his ear. He opened his eyes in surprise, and then saw a face with which he was deeply familiar.

At the same time, from every corner of the planet, the people living there also cheered in unison, offering their respect to the strongest warrior on this world.

With Blackie’s reminder, Fang Hao still stepped into the sphere without hesitation. No matter what, he felt that if he lacked even the courage to face his own strength, then there was no point in speaking of catching up to a powerful enemy.

That said, Liu Yansong was not afraid of trouble at all. Besides, he knew very well that even if he did not come looking for the Ho family to settle accounts, a clan with foundations as deep as theirs would probably never let him go anyway.

Iskandar was the first to express doubt over Li Lin’s words, or rather, what he was really questioning was Nero herself. According to history, someone like Nero, who was not fond of her own fame, was indeed not very likely to become a Heroic Spirit.

Those shockwaves then overlapped one another, forming a destructive force far more powerful than any single blast.

“Hmph! I’ve lived seven hundred years! It is your good fortune that I’ve even laid eyes on you. Besides, I was your grandfather’s student. Since your grandfather is no longer with us, as an elder I ought to concern myself with your future, shouldn’t I?” Bamboo Down gave a shake of his head, speaking with great self-importance.

The first-year curriculum was still easy for him. What gave him a headache was that this school’s foreign language was actually Russian, which left him both irritated and puzzled. The Forty-Five Middle School offered English, yet here it was Russian. The two schools were different—could it be that the nation had never standardized foreign-language instruction in middle school?

Wang Xinxin strained to stare at the mosquito corpse, magnified tenfold, even the dust particles on it rendered with perfect clarity. Yet after trying for more than a minute, she discovered nothing beyond a dark smear of blood where the mosquito’s body had made contact with the car.

If he were offended, the countless experts standing behind him would likely rush forward in droves and fight her to the death.

The five boys were all very sensible. They knew that learning to read was no easy matter, so they followed beside Su Xiu’er with utmost attentiveness and treated her with great respect.

If she had not been pregnant, Yang Chuanjuan could have married again. Unexpectedly, by then Zhang Lingyu had already been in the womb for half a month.

Looking at the surging layers of thunder before her, and the thunderstones that were constantly revolving under the power of lightning, Dongli’s beautiful eyes could not help but stir with a strange and indescribable feeling.

At the very least, she had witnessed his perseverance, his resolve, and his bearing—things far beyond her own reach.

Thus, a month later, when night fell and the moon climbed to its zenith, Yu Ze finally slipped out of Si Yun’s blankets and returned to his own room.

Even if she was naturally timid and had never liked going against her husband’s wishes, at a time like this she truly could not hold back any longer.

Old Madam Lin had not been very pleased at first, but when she saw that the other old ladies remained silent, she assumed their grandsons’ grades were not as good as her own family’s, and only then was she satisfied.

“Qing’er, do not panic. I am all right!” With a face deathly pale and her chest covered in bloodstains, Bing Yue’er waved a hand and put away the vacuum palace. She gasped several times and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Then she took out a few elixirs shimmering with strange brilliance and swallowed them.