Chapter 24: Pressing Forward Relentlessly

Everyone held their breath at those words, their gazes all fixed on Su Li’s face, waiting to see how he would respond.

Under the scrutiny of the crowd, Su Li secretly clenched his fists, cursing inwardly, “What a reckless fool!”

Though dissatisfied, after much consideration, Su Li had already come to terms with it last night. The seemingly irritable Tang Yu was not simply causing trouble for no reason; he was systematically eroding Su Li’s defenses, step by step...

In the past, the original Su Li had protected Han Junzhe when he was bullied and ostracized. But now, because of Han Junzhe, the original Su Li was the one being shunned and bullied by the whole school, while Han Junzhe watched coldly from the sidelines.

The master had given clear instructions: if Miss Gu arrived, she must be treated with utmost courtesy, invited inside at once, and the master must be informed without delay.

Shen Xiu was about to snap back, “Mind your own business,” when she caught sight of the big black dog at Hawthorne’s feet. She sidled up to Hawthorne and whispered her question in a hushed tone.

It turned out to be the great aunt—by far the most formidable and senior ancestor of the Shen family. Don’t be fooled by Old Lady Shen’s imposing manner; when she was young, she would steer clear of her elder sister from as far away as possible.

Thinking of all this, Liu Chunli was filled with deep regret, especially recalling the colored porcelain bowl that Lu Yuan smashed at the end. The memory alone now made her anxious.

That night, both Wu Xin and Yin Shilan noticed Tang Feng’s unusual behavior. Tang Feng remained perfectly composed, showing no reaction at all—something that would have been unthinkable before. Their concern grew, but Tang Feng was unfazed, responding with righteous conviction that he was an upright gentleman, no different from the legendary Liu Xia Hui who could sit with a woman in his lap without being tempted.

Ling Yunxiao had always enjoyed training, so men like Ling Feifan, all looks and no strength, were naturally no match for him.

“At this point, it’s impossible to say which of us is the real stalker,” Wei Qianzong remarked.

“Earlier, I pretended to be you to spook Grandma with ghostly tricks. I hope I didn’t disturb your rest, so I’m burning some more spirit money here to make amends.”

“Don’t look at me that way—it makes me want to…” He paused, propping himself up and whispering softly into her ear.

“All right, Erlong, I promise you. Erlong, you can put your mind at ease. I, Yu Tianyi, am a man of my word!” Yu Tianyi declared with unwavering confidence.

Wave after wave of warriors charged forward, but before any could even reach the city gates, they were all struck down. The four-hundred-strong vanguard, made up of warriors from the Salt-Earth Tribe and the Weir Clan, was utterly destroyed. Seeing this, the rest turned and fled.

These days, Wu Dong had maintained his later habit of rarely logging into QQ, so naturally he seldom posted anything there.

I don’t know all the details, but from just these few aspects, a fleet with nearly invincible defense, tremendous mobility, overwhelming offensive power, and the ability to draw energy from any substance—how could one ever hope to stop such a force?

Wu Dong was someone who had lived a second life, and he understood deeply the influence of microblogs and social media celebrities, the art of setting trends and guiding public opinion. Whenever a social controversy arose that people weren’t supposed to dwell on, it was always suppressed by entertainment news or scandals.

At this moment, Zhuang Miao clapped his hands. Though his voice was not loud, the force of his cultivation carried his words clearly to the ears of every new student in the square.

Hearing Su Xiaoxiao’s bold declaration, Mo Siyi’s previously indifferent eyes grew deep and inscrutable, with a flicker of confusion—and was that a hint of vexation?

The figure of Xie Yao appeared before the “Cage,” where within, Child Emperor gripped the iron bars, tilting his head to look at Xie Yao with undisguised disdain.

It might be acceptable in a dream, but in reality, Xia Yan could never bring herself to let them all die.

Xie Yao took the firecracker, and Fat Snow, feeling guilty for failing Ma Jun’s trust, believed this firecracker would become Xie Yao’s hidden ace—if only he survived the day.