Chapter 69: It Was My Mischievous Prank (Revised)

Xu Yu raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint flickering in his distant, mountainous brows. “What a coincidence. The person Third Master likes also enjoys pole dancing?”

He said he liked watching other women dance.

So, by extension, claiming he liked that person wasn’t wrong, was it?

Shen Liangyan gave a soft, dismissive laugh. “You want to meet her?”

Xu Yu’s lips curled into a smile. “There’s a certain kinship, after all…”

Shen Ni was quite eager to uncover the secrets shrouding Ji Chongming, though he was self-aware enough to realize he could do nothing about him for now. With no better option, he simply decided to keep his distance and avoid any further confrontation.

“Wayward disciple, look at me like that again and don’t blame your master for gouging out your eyes!” Xuelian glanced back, meeting Jiang Dong’s gaze directly. Though her cheeks were already tinged with red, she felt compelled in this moment to uphold her dignity as a teacher.

However, both Bai Ling and Liu Shiyue shook their heads. They didn’t believe that the vengeful spirit would retreat so easily.

The knowledge delivered through spiritual power felt as if Qiu Xuan had memorized it long ago. With just a fleeting thought, he could recall its contents. Qiu Xuan sighed inwardly at the marvel of spiritual power. The knowledge imparted this way seemed etched indelibly into his mind, impossible to forget.

In the setting sun, the commentator watched the match unfold: Camille, whose wide mouth was so close to Mu’s, could not even land a single basic attack. She could only watch helplessly as Mu’s wide-mouthed champion, with barely a sliver of health, continued to kite and deal damage.

Lele had done all she could and hoped Lina would slow down. Given enough time, no matter how perfect a person was, they would eventually reveal a flaw.

All these things indirectly proved the might of the Mingyue Empire. Though the current situation was somewhat chaotic, on the whole, the nation remained prosperous and strong.

Lele had already experimented with all the herbs she could find on the island. If this last one failed, the consequences would be dire—she would have no solution left.

“No matter your cultivation, you count as a true ruthless soul.” The shadow, who had followed Jiang Dong for so many days, spoke for the first time. Jiang Dong had sealed its true form, and with no other recourse, it could only follow along. Still, at least now it could leave the abyss.

The “gag order” in Qingshan City left Wei Liao utterly astonished. In his memory, he had never encountered such an unreasonable decree. But on second thought, he understood at once.

Hmph. Seeing the 150,000 gold coins displayed on the crystal screen, the silver-haired youth snorted dismissively, as if bored with the game. Impatience clouded his features as he flexed his fingers, swiftly pressing several buttons in succession.

In less than a moment, Liu Zhe’s pupils regained their deep, obsidian hue, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Even the closest undead army was more than a kilometer away; with the power of those present, there was no way they could have been discovered beforehand, much less by mindless, low-level cannon fodder.

Ordinary beasts of this type would hardly dare act rashly. After all, this was the “Wolf-Shell Beast’s” most formidable secret weapon; if it were so easily mastered, wouldn’t it dominate the world?

To judge whether a demon warrior was truly fit to lead, it wasn’t a matter of who was more ruthless or clever.

Suddenly, faint footsteps sounded along the fringe of the wasteland, crunching on broken leaves. A figure, bathed in the blood-red glow of the setting sun, strode slowly into view.

An overwhelming discomfort sent Wei Liao into a brief spell of dizziness. He drifted in and out of consciousness, his breathing growing ever more ragged. One urgent alarm after another pierced his ears, warning of imminent catastrophe, but he was powerless to act.

To his astonishment, Wei Liao saw dark, ink-green liquid slowly seeping from the stranger’s eyes.