Chapter Seventy-Two: Do You Know How Much I Hate? (Part One)

“No... No... It’s not like that!” Madam Wu staggered backward, her steps faltering until she suddenly tripped over a stone and fell to the ground with a clumsy thud. She kept muttering under her breath, “No, my Pei’er isn’t that kind of person...”

Yun Shuang couldn’t even be bothered to look at her; her eyes were fixed unwaveringly on Hu Li not far away. The fact that she hadn’t taken Yun Yi and Yun Yin hostage allowed her to face everything with a cold calm. Yet at times, when he looked at me, the tenderness in his gaze and smile was so intense it nearly frightened me.

“Teach you? Not now. Wait until I truly understand it myself—then you’ll be the first I teach,” Claude replied this time with an unusually polite smile.

Everyone was a little confused by his words. Did that mean Yu Huatian hadn’t gotten the role of Linghu Chong through connections after all? And how did Mu Shaoyou manage to trip up the village chief with Mu Ergou and the others, along with the constables, igniting a burning passion in their hearts?

He’d finally had a wonderful dream and wanted to savor it, but was interrupted right away; he couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret.

Looking at the skewers of locusts releasing their tempting aroma, the two swallowed hard—they hadn’t tasted meat in ages.

“With this move, even more people will rush to buy QY phones. He’ll always be the one reaping the rewards,” Wen Queyu said indignantly.

Everyone nodded vigorously, cold sweat running down their backs, instantly regretting their earlier boldness.

Ming Lan had left the Five-Dimensional Folk several years ago and didn’t know Sun Meng well, but Yue Qingqing, only a year above Sun Meng, remembered this junior brother who had failed five times to reach elite level.

Mu Shaoyou’s survival was like an unbreakable fortress in this world; surpassing him was even harder than dreaming.

Chu Tian said his math was a weakness only compared to his other grades. But why had he come here, looking so desperate and calling him “master”? Something must be amiss.

A streak of crimson-gold light flashed through the forest like lightning. The group felt their vision blur, then saw a white phantom dart past their eyes.

Qiu Wuyi shook his head; his memories were still slowly returning, but even he didn’t know when or what might unlock them.

Yet, Chu Tian hadn’t offered to give him acupuncture; did that mean he should ask for it himself?

As Liu Xinyi was anxiously worrying, Chu Tian suddenly appeared, the office door swinging open.

Okubo Naisei and Togo Tsukujiro were at a complete loss; they simply couldn’t fathom why this man could fly. Words failed them. The shock was indescribable.

There were at least a dozen people in the hall—all trusted family members. Their grave expressions signaled something significant was about to happen.

Matawu and Hata had been emotionally volatile all morning. During these hours, they had nearly lost their souls.

Delicious dishes were placed on the table by courteous waiters, and elegant music began to play. The golden banquet hall was soon enveloped in a warm, exuberant atmosphere.

Bing Lan and Su Mu were lost in their own world, seemingly oblivious to the unfriendly gaze from somewhere in the room, watching them with an eerie smile.

Over fifty scouts battled the zombie warriors in close combat, but in less than a minute, over a dozen scouts had been slaughtered.

Song Dapeng, after being slapped by Long Yun, felt his face burning. He was momentarily stunned, then grinned broadly, showing his white teeth, eyes brimming with tears.

The plan was set. The two pinpointed their destination on the map—it wasn’t far—and headed straight for the Hunters’ Guild.

“It wasn’t me who told you to let go of hatred, it was Xun Xia. But if you can truly think this way, it’s wonderful.” Jiang Feng felt truly gratified.

On August 18th, while other students might still be enjoying their comfortable vacations at home, Lu Fan and his companions were already up at dawn. They’d checked in three days ago, and during that time, no school officials had appeared; only the notices on the bulletin board guided them, leaving the students entirely to their own devices.

A “pure pig,” as the name suggests, must be pure through and through. To breed a truly pure pig, both its parents must be purely so as well.

“Brother Lei, I really owe you. But there’s one more thing I need your help with.” Lu Han’s face was somber; his wounds had long stopped bleeding, but his heart was still bleeding within.

Yet, when he controlled Xu Tian’s body, the power he unleashed was terrifying—the mastery over the domain of slaughter was utterly shocking.

“This little wound won’t kill me. I survived being struck by lightning for nine days and nights—of course I gained some insight. Lei Ming, listen carefully: guide these two thunder serpents into your qi sea,” Shen Tu said arrogantly, glancing at Jiang Linxian.

Li Yan’s expression was cold. With a thought, he recalled the Universe Seal, grasped it in hand, and began channeling the five great laws into it. Then, with a sudden swing, it spun like a fiery wheel, whirling fiercely toward the sky.

The upright image Ye Chen had finally built in Chen Yueyue’s mind was once again tarnished by a single meal.

But the Eastern Region’s people were always few in number. At first, they had ample energy and a fierce determination, but after a few minutes of fighting, the massive drain of energy, coupled with the resilience of the demon clan, meant their numbers began to fall.

The spirit of the monument continued to speak slowly, its voice grand but weary, like an elderly man.

Qiu Li and Qiu Yan offered their thanks, then entered the house, bowing to the elderly monk inside, clad in purple-red robes and bearing nine burn scars on his head.