Chapter 35: The Educated Youth Center (Bonus Chapter, Please Vote)

There are ten educated youths currently at the station: three women and seven men. Although today is a rest day, few have ventured out, and most are staying in to relax.

Hearing the commotion, both the men and women stepped out. Upon catching sight of Xu Qinghuan, they were all momentarily stunned. The new arrival was so stunningly beautiful, like a precious gem—could someone like her really handle manual labor?

Qiao Xinyu introduced each of the educated youths to Xu Qinghuan and Yu Xiaomin, then pointed to an older man among them.

As Wu Lei and the others ventured deeper, they could feel the increasingly cold and deathly aura permeating the air. The ground beneath them had turned a pitch-black color, resembling rotting soil.

Vital energy churned in Han Chen’s chest, and blood surged uncontrollably to his throat, but he forcibly swallowed it back down.

Li Hongming was dumbfounded. After listening for a while, he finally understood the situation: the person named Lu Chenyan was not a movie star, but a live streamer—one who specialized in live-streaming real-life adventures in horror films.

Manipulating lightning elements from a distance with one's mind is usually difficult to execute smoothly in an ordinary environment. However, within the power zone of Thor’s Hammer, the lightning elements were so incredibly dense that no summoning was required. With just a single thought from Yalisha, the condensed electricity was enough to lethalize an enemy of Ling Hongying’s caliber.

Xia Wei sighed helplessly. Hearing that Xia Qin was determined to fight him to the death, he had no choice but to help her invite some judges. Reluctantly, he picked up his phone to make the calls.

A terrifying aura erupted from the blades, making the scalps of many powerful figures prickle. Facing such a fearsome technique, even those at the Spirit Stage would likely find it troublesome.

"Actually, I had already prepared for it back when I was planning to go to Guangdong for the engagement," Qianxi said.

"How are you so sure he was the one who poisoned it?" Li Shuci asked abruptly, noticing the monk’s eyes flickering as if he were hiding something.

Therefore, Ye Qiuer decisively abandoned that approach. She decided to force Old Master Ye into a dead end, leaving him unable to protect his own even if he wanted to, and compelling him to push his own son into the abyss with his own hands.

Hearing Jun Yanchen’s words, Mo Linglang’s heart suddenly panicked. He knew Jun Yanchen was omnipotent, but the fact that he was aware of these matters left him unable to remain calm.

This step was the most prone to failure in the entire alchemy process; one moment of carelessness would result in all previous efforts being wasted, leading to endless regret.

Ye Feng suddenly grabbed Lu Mengxiao’s raised hand, his large palm gripping her wrist like an iron vice. Mengxiao let out a muffled groan of pain.

"Uncle, you’re making me feel embarrassed," Huang Fei said with a shy smile, saying nothing more. Any more would have seemed too insincere.

Lu Mengxiao struggled to get down, but the soldier watching her clamped down on her feet, rendering her struggles powerless.

Her eyes were bloodshot from the pain, her face deathly pale, and her head was covered in a mixture of wounds, sweat, and tears.

"Ha! Damaging our harmony? Has there ever been any harmony between us?" Elder Qifeng sneered loudly, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous thing of the century.

"What a pity," the Southern Celestial Emperor flicked his fingers, and Baili Fanhua felt herself sinking into something soft, much like a sofa.

It made sense; if she weren't formidable, Old Master Cai wouldn't have placed Cui Hun by Second Madam Jiang’s side.

"Ancestor, from the initial concept to the promotion of this newspaper, it was all Minister Baili’s doing. Qiushan and I were just there to help out," Xue Rong said, her eyes filled with undisguised admiration whenever she mentioned Baili Fanhua.

On the summit of Yinqiong Mountain, thirty miles due west of Jinling City, a yellow-robed figure stood tall, surrounded by a golden glow.

Ji Tianyun let out a long sigh of relief, rolled off his horse, and plopped down onto the ground.

Skye did not answer Baine’s words immediately; instead, she looked toward Mia, who was standing to the side.