Chapter Forty-Nine: The Death of Ruan Datong

Without a sound, a slovenly old man carrying a crooked-mouthed gourd appeared before Jin Yun and Hua Li.

White Crane waved his hand, and with a thought, a string of complex incantations spilled from his lips. The next moment, the Underworld Spirit Plate abruptly transformed into a stream of light and returned to White Crane's hand, except that the plate was now completely filled with golden blood.

Look at this—it hadn't been long since the last incident, not even a month, and now they've gone and stirred up trouble again? Teacher He was well aware of the previous affair regarding the dismissal of the principal and knew the exact reasons behind it.

Feeling the increasingly violent aura radiating from the ferocious beast—an intensity comparable to that of a peak Tier 1 Heaven and Earth Realm expert—Ling Qian let out a soft sigh. Just as he was about to unleash his Thunder Source Returning Flute to launch an attack, he heard a sound far more lethal than the roar of the magical beast, though this sound targeted only the beast itself.

"No way. Without a proper reason, this Marshal will certainly not neglect her duty," she replied with rigid formality.

At some point, Madam Zheng had walked over, wearing the same amiable smile, yet the look she cast at Ye Qinglan clearly held something more.

"The two of them are at different schools—one is at No. 2 High, and the other at No. 3 High. Let them figure out a way back themselves! With traffic this congested, going to pick them up would be far too much trouble," Liu Yiliang shrugged, wearing a helpless expression.

For the sake of a dream, one chooses to strive; for the sake of a dream, one chooses to fight; for the sake of a dream, one chooses to march forward without a backward glance.

A faint smile surfaced on his face. So what if he couldn't defeat Heracles and had his only qualification to enter the Sacred Mountain of Cilicia snatched away?

"That's enough." Zhang Yan lunged toward the Lightning Titan, suppressing it directly with blazing fire while simultaneously unleashing the Bloodthirsty Demon-Sealing Slash.

Back when the Veiling Heaven Demonic Sect split apart, Mirage City had even dispatched people to help the Black Profound Gate suppress the opposing side and seek justice for them.

Whenever I drew close to her, I always felt as though she drained every ounce of strength from my body, which is why I could never approach her.

Jiang Ming and A'feng thought something was wrong with their ears: it was already strange enough that Wushuang had rushed all the way to Na Sha, but how could Tianfu possibly leave the Great Chu capital?

Mid-sentence, the old man abruptly cut off the most crucial part of his words with utter disregard for loyalty, then turned around with a mysterious smile, leading So-and-so and Bradlick onward.

"If you're feeling bored, why don't we go out for a stroll? Breathing some fresh air might make you feel better," Feng Ming suggested on a sudden inspiration.

Hearing this, Yue Yue felt even more disgruntled, but this time she kept her mouth shut because the other party merely wanted to repay a kindness by treating Yang Lefan to a meal, and she could find no fault with that.

Hua Zhengfeng wobbled as he grabbed the handrail to head upstairs, and Chu Binxuan hurriedly stepped forward to support his father, though he himself was standing somewhat unsteadily.

"Hanxi, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Fang Ling'er had heard Yi Yuefeng mention that Lin Hanxi's health was rather delicate and told her to keep a close eye on her, a request Fang Ling'er had naturally taken to heart.

After Yang Lefan collapsed, Sun Xue'er thought to herself that this guy had far too many devious tricks up his sleeve, so she dared not lower her guard in the slightest. She tentatively nudged Yang Lefan's chin with her foot, but there was not the slightest reaction. Only then did she finally heave a sigh of relief.

Ever since listening to Cheng Zhijie's words last time, Yuan Shan had tried his best to keep a low profile. Aside from going to the Destiny Teahouse to handle official matters, he went nowhere else. Lately, he had been so busy that he hadn't even checked on Chen Changshun's dance hall in ages.

Their father had never invested much thought into her and her younger brother, pouring his heart and soul entirely into his work, leaving nothing for the two of them except money and a nanny.

Su Yu leaned against the glass window, watching the sky gradually darken outside, her gaze stretching into the distance to take in the endless river of traffic.

"Beating you was letting you off easy. Not calling the police to arrest you is already showing you respect! You simply don't know how to cherish anything! You don't deserve this family, and you don't deserve my older brother!" Song Tong gazed coldly at Su璃, refusing to spare her any shred of decency.

Qin Tian never missed a chance to watch a good spectacle. He quietly waited by the entrance for a brief moment before the mysterious person who had bought the Ice-toothed Cloud-Winged Tiger's horn came into view.

"Senior Brother, do you need my help?" Lan Xin'er's long skirt fluttered as she fully unleashed her aura.

Subsequently, Ding Zhen climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine, while Ling Yu casually picked up Huang Dali and tossed him into the nearest trash can before leisurely settling into the car.

Chen Ze possessed a very clear head. To avoid enemy artillery fire, he decided to launch a concealed ambush and fight far away from the beach.

As the words fell, reflected within Zhen Youde's constricted pupils was the instantaneously materialized figure of Ling Yu, whose fists poured down like a torrential storm.

Mother was even more unreasonable. "Me? Me? Can I give birth to one all by myself?" she spat droplets of saliva as she slapped her own thigh and declared.

"Welcome, Lord Desword." Milu Dolit gazed out the window without turning her head, offering only a lukewarm, perfunctory welcome.

"Mmph~~" Upon hearing Sephiroth's words, the Salamence plummeted from heaven to hell in an instant, drooping its head in utter dejection—a sight that even Kamitsure found somewhat amusing.

Meanwhile, Lin Chen was holding Nak薙切绘里奈 (Nakiri Erina) with a silly grin on his face. The wish of many years had finally been fulfilled, leaving him boundlessly satisfied.

Although the Ancestral Witches had no way of questioning the heavens, they could at least foresee some upcoming major events, which was why Emperor River Ancestral Witch remained somewhat skeptical of Xuanming Ancestral Witch's statement.

"Then do you know how the curse passed down in the Ma family originated?" Yun He asked with a smile in his eyes.

Because of his earlier skirmish with the burly man, he had taken two solid punches from the brute and was now genuinely nursing quite a heavy injury. Since someone else was willing to step up and fight on his behalf, why not let them?

Opposite him, a middle-aged man wearing glasses was greeting Cha Zhu. This fellow was clearly Class C's homeroom teacher, radiating a rather gloomy aura.