The raging storm swept through, unleashing torrents of rain wherever it passed.

Beneath the water, the thinnest patch of earth formed a hollow at the turn of the wall, left intentionally as a weak point. Since it was filled in at the very end, when her earth manipulation had grown feeble, it lacked the solidity of earlier work, and the flood had worn it even thinner, leaving it like a sunken pit. She shoved aside chunks of debris, coiling her supple, sinewy serpent body, wedging herself firmly into the hollow. Her massive form fit perfectly in the pit, blocking it, yet the force of the flood continued to pound relentlessly.

Stunned for a moment, Kalin the Immortal could only nod unconsciously before suddenly realizing something and shaking his head sharply.

Clearly, Yang Mo would never make such rudimentary mistakes as missing a beat or forgetting the lyrics. Every note was held within his chest; words were unnecessary, rhythm advancing, and the mastery of the performance instantly brought him into a state of omnipotence.

Now things were getting interesting—Shi Zhenqiu could almost see the mountain of trash piling up at Zheng Junhe’s doorstep.

Yun Fang exhaled quietly, leaned over, and took a strip of radish, gently placing it into the coarse porcelain jar. Her mother and elder sister, tacitly silent, followed her lead, carefully setting the sliced radish one by one into the jar.

Before he could finish, Yang Luo swept Andy off his feet with a single kick, sending both him and the ball flying through the air.

Yet as An Ruiying shrieked in pain, she leaped on one leg, her elbow arcing viciously toward Lei Yiyi’s face.

It was a bronze statue of the Bodhisattva Guanyin, clearly of Song dynasty style: the hair bound high in a topknot, a single ornament at the chest, draped in soft celestial robes, seated in the lotus position, left hand holding a bowl, right hand raised in the gesture of expounding the law. The Bodhisattva’s features were gentle—straight nose and brows, eyes half closed, long ears brushing the shoulders, compassion radiating from every angle.

Yet only when their bodies touched did he realize the seemingly frail figure was forged of muscle as hard as steel.

Entering the tranquil side room, Xiao Chang, weary from days of relentless travel, felt fatigue settling in, and did nothing more but go to rest.

“You’ve never met Ye Lian? Or do you simply not want to say? Heli, don’t worry. Tell me what you know,” Zhang Pingze said calmly.

After much coaxing, at first Shi Miaorou had thrown a tantrum, but seeing her persistence, Lady Wang’s face turned stern, and she sharply reprimanded her.

Even now, Lin Yanran could not quite fathom her feelings for Shi Qingsong. Perhaps she liked him somewhat, yet that fondness was tangled with other emotions.

Only after leaving the courtyard did Shi Miaoyu finally let out a long breath, though a vague heaviness lingered in her heart.

As soon as class ended, Yun Shang dashed back to her dormitory, hastily packed her things, drew the curtain tight around her bed, and hurried off with her bag toward the school gates.

Everyone knew that if someone stronger entered the sect before them, their chances of seizing opportunities would dwindle to nothing.

Pu Chuzi and Danyangzi nodded their approval—their manners had not been in vain, though their tongues still begged for a beating. They turned back to gaze reverently at the God of Artifacts.

The Ye residence was vast, this section belonging to the main branch of the Ye family, and few ever ventured near the place where Chen Tian lived.

The second prince tasted a subtle sweetness in his mouth; the pill dissolved, and he swallowed involuntarily.

“I can. I’ll leave with you. But be certain—people are watching me. The moment I step outside, they’ll find me.” Her tone was grave.

So, after obtaining the Fire Qilin Pearl from the Bat King, he had made plans to place it upon the sea, so that the legacy of the Fire Qilin Palace might continue across the vast ocean.

Previously, the wounds had masked their condition, but now, as injuries healed, their true state became obvious.

Yet he hadn’t expected that releasing that plot of land would attract a predator like the Ling clan. Now, working with Liu Yuchuan was impossible—what leverage did Liu Yuchuan have left to bring to the table?