Volume 1, Chapter 46: Zhang Shuaichen

Wang Dong took a couple of strides and leaped directly into the mountain forest, while Wang Fucheng hesitated for a moment before following behind him.

It was not that he did not want to save anyone, but rather that he simply lacked the courage.

This was a brown bear!

Running at the very front, Wang Dong soon could no longer hear the roars of the bear, and his heart leaped into his throat.

After a brief moment of silent deliberation, she arched one half-mocking eyebrow, cleared her ear, and stated halfway: "You could say we are..." fair-weather friends.

"Are you saying this is the Desolate Eight-Waste Rat, the royal bloodline among the rat clan?" Liu Yi shook his head and asked Murong Qianqian.

Subsequently, the Tang family did the exact same thing, utilizing their own channels to participate in the overwhelming smear campaign.

Hearing the commotion, Ye Mo and Zhang Yixing went over. After listening to Hong Junxian's detailed explanation of the second scene, the two of them nodded in mutual understanding.

"Senior Ye is here as well. What is going on?" Jianquan looked at them motionless with their eyes tightly closed, feeling utterly bewildered.

"None of you are to come out. Wait until the fighting starts before coming out, and have your magic ready!" Xiao Xia said, slowly emerging from a patch of bushes.

"What is the matter? Truly frightened?" Having completed his transformation, Dongfang Qiuhan smiled with confidence. It had been a long time since he had fought someone in this form, and a nameless sense of excitement stirred within his heart.

Lin Youran's face flushed red with shyness, and she closed her eyes. It was not because she was easily embarrassed, but rather because she had never been pinned beneath a man at such close quarters before.

Naturally, Liu Yi did not wish to argue further with her. He rubbed his nose and smiled wryly in silence. After a short while, the entire main hall was packed with people, and those who had arrived at the Immortal Province Academy together had nearly all gathered.

Looking at them, Lin Youran felt it best not to disturb, and thus quietly retreated.

"Besides, keeping her alive still has its uses for me!" Murong Yao added after a slight pause.

"Doreen, how are you holding up?" Yang Yan hurried forward to support Doreen, asking with deep concern. Naturally, he knew she had acted this way to give him a chance; otherwise, even if she could not trap Madian, she at least would have had a chance to retreat completely unscathed.

Fallen to the ground, Wen Yin clutched Leng Jingtian's slender legs in sheer panic, looking so humble that it evoked a sense of heartache. Disregarding all else, she was solely focused on changing Leng Jingtian's mind.

"No! I hope both grandfathers will live a hundred years, as long-lived as heaven and earth." Yang Yan cried out with a miserable expression. He naturally knew that given Uncle Cheng's and Uncle Xuan's current condition, they could only impart their swordsmanship by using their final strands of sword qi. Once the sword qi left their bodies, the two of them would likely forfeit their lives on the spot. How could Yang Yan ever accept such a scene?

Xu Haoran genuinely shrank his neck, but Bai Muxin had already passed away, and anything said now was too late. At this thought, Xu Haoran, who had just felt a trace of helplessness, was instantly overcome with grief once more.

"A-nan, come back. Return to my side, I miss you so much!" Zhao Chen spoke in an exceptionally gentle tone, yet his eyes were ice-cold, devoid of the slightest trace of emotion.

Dongfang Tian smiled awkwardly, attempting to pull him up, but Bernard knelt stubbornly on the ground without moving a fraction of an inch. It would be inappropriate for Dongfang Tian to blurt out the title of father-in-law to Bernard at this moment, so with no other choice, he had to transmit his voice to seek Hu Feier's help.

Casting a deep, lingering glance at Murong Xun, Zhao Ling suddenly turned around, mounted a horse, and departed alongside Xia Shuang.

What were they doing? They were all waiting—waiting for the first person to brave the trial. Each of them wanted to ascertain Duraviao's true strength before making further plans. If he had already broken through to level ten, the two-level gap would mean they would no longer harbor any covetous designs on the throne of the guild master.

Over the years, the reason he had grown so fond of Gu Qingcheng was that only Gu Qingcheng treated him purely as family, as an elder, and as a grandfather when facing him.