Chapter 59

For most people, becoming a warrior is not a difficult matter. As long as one is willing to work hard, most will have the chance to condense their battle energy and become a warrior.

From then on, the people of Mason Magic Academy guarded against Lloyd as if he were a thief. Not only was Joanna’s carriage off limits, but even approaching within ten paces of anyone from Mason Magic Academy would immediately earn a warning to leave.

Zhao Yang, waiting below, was growing anxious. If the young madam didn’t come down soon, he was ready to rush up himself.

Only seven had managed to flee together to this place: Lloyd and two other students from the Imperial Knights Academy, plus Church, Barney, Joanna, and the masked Princess Novia from Mason Magic Academy.

This situation was not unique; it was common for some magicians to experience it, though it never appeared at a fixed age or stage of cultivation.

This time, though the three in the sky were surrounded by flowing energies, they all held their positions.

“If we count by the Great Hao calendar, what time is it now?” he asked, his voice tinged with loneliness.

Yet none of them had considered that the teaching corps could only maximize their combat power during the day.

A gentle evening breeze swept by. Wang Xin’s fine brows knitted, her delicate lashes fluttering lightly. Her cheeks, once softly rounded, had grown slender, adding to her beauty. Yet on that exquisitely handsome face, there was a shade of sorrow, a trace of longing, and some self-pity.

Feng Li had long sensed it; not just one life resided in Li Zi Mu, but three, and with Li Zi Mu himself, there were four.

Yun Feiyang, about to approach, stopped abruptly on hearing Shangguan Ying’s voice, his expression suddenly animated.

As an Immortal Emperor of the True Martial Divine Domain, he truly did not wish to be seen by his subjects as someone who bullied the few with the many.

With the two Saints nodding in agreement, the two groups quickly separated, hostile to each other, but none dared to make a move.

Sensing its impending death, the Fire God Ant Queen struggled desperately, even the golden fireball it controlled began to tremble.

These three warships had been personally assigned to Tang Feng by the current Emperor, Shi Yuwei. Their crews were, of course, under Tang Feng’s absolute command.

He had pooled together several tens of millions, partnered with a wealthy businessman from Hong Kong, and opened a factory in the development zone. It seemed that Su Qihai truly had some talent.

As she spoke, Miao Xue’er’s figure darted forward, her fist surging with wild power, striking fiercely and without hesitation at the chest of the expert in the third stage of Void Refinement.

“Boom, boom, boom!” The tier-four deep-sea torpedo plane, after dropping its payload, was caught by a barrage of anti-aircraft fire and spiraled down into the sea.

As cherry blossoms drifted down, a strange and elegant melody lingered in the air. The sound was beautiful and pleasant, though not mesmerizing or transcendent.

Every city, it could be said, had this type of sculpture, and even in the countryside, people would pray holding a cross.

Su Hao cast his spells, using invisibility, and flew all around Tianyi City, searching for any clues or news.

When I first visited the Gu Group, it was said their wealth could circle the globe. Apparently, every descendant of the Gu family was required to start a company unaided by the family’s resources, to be merged into the Gu Group once they came of age. The companies they founded would become their own legacy within the group.

Just then, Meng Yue turned her head to look at her, and their gazes accidentally met.

A sudden jolt went through me—I remembered how I’d left in a hurry, changed my pants, and forgot to transfer my money. The cash was left at home.

When I heard Jiang Yining’s words outside, I paused, staring in disbelief at the two brothers before me.

I truly don’t know what sins I committed in my past life. When I left home this morning, the sun was shining. Now, fleeing with a battered suitcase like a rat scurrying across the street, the heavens had opened up and rain poured down.

Jiang Yining took my hand and led me step by step toward the center of the living room, paying no heed to Jiang Weikang’s anger.

After Sun Dao and Sun Yuan learned of the matter, their faces turned pale with shock. But at this moment, they had to abide by the rules of the Sacred Martial Institute, so Su Hao returned to join the other disciples in training. For Su Hao, a trial disciple, returning to train in the Sacred Martial Institute was nothing short of a miracle.

Li Xiang was enthusiastically snapping photos, dragging Ye Xiu over for a couple of shots together. Then he let go of Ye Xiu and posted them to his social circle.

Grandmother, whose body was now sustained solely by nutrient fluid, could no longer eat anything, not even the beloved cabbage and tofu soup she once cherished.

Lin Xun rose and went to the living room, pouring a glass of water for Lin Chaoying. Father and son sat facing each other on the sofa.

Ye Xiu felt she seemed even more upset than her mother, though she had been the one causing trouble in the first place.

Before he could finish speaking, Miyagi Yu stepped on his head, pressing his face to the ground and forcing the rest of his words back into his mouth.

As her words fell, facing the rapidly approaching sword energy, Miyagi Yu raised a single hand and, out of thin air, grasped the icy sword energy. With a slight squeeze of her palm, a “bang” sounded as the sword energy was shattered effortlessly.