Volume 1, Chapter 60: Seeing the approaching figure, Jiang Qin's eyes widened slightly.

Counting on his fingers for a long time, Xue Dongzhi stared wide-eyed at Li Yu. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out how blank cassette tapes that cost around two yuan wholesale had somehow become thirty cents.

Hearing Li Yu's promise to ship the goods, Rotten-Foot Shrimp immediately cupped his hands together with glowing eyes, expressing his gratitude over and over. Having just discovered that half of the circuit boards he brought were unusable, his heart had actually gone cold long ago.

Li Qiuxian gathered his focus, and a flash of glazed sword qi suddenly materialized, slashing directly at the colossal grasping hand slammed down by the Supreme Origin. The sword qi and the giant hand collided in the void, causing that massive hand to pause slightly.

It was much like those Hong Kong television dramas where goose-feather snow flurries outside, and the actors put on shivering expressions. However, such performances would feel extremely jarring and unnatural in the eyes of true northerners.

Listening to the chorus of muffled, painful groans echoing around him, Xikaro smiled with satisfaction. His control over physical force was far more meticulous than that of ordinary high-level spiritualists. In fact, even a low-level spiritualist would find it impossible to maintain their balance under the ground-shaking impact he had just unleashed.

"What, do you miss Big Cannon Sun? Or do you miss the feeling of him kicking your ass?" Shen Dapeng desperately wanted to execute a leg-raising kick to the backside, but unfortunately, the skis on his feet refused to allow it.

On the fifth day of the squadron's modified training, he passed the simulated flight with a full score. It was his first time in the cockpit, and he achieved a perfect score across all subjects, lifting his solo flight restriction. According to the training progress and efficiency, he would be cleared for solo flight by the sixteenth day in the squadron.

Once upon a time, they had become the ones tasked with cleaning up messes. Yet what could be done about it? Wang Cai was not someone they could talk back to, nor someone they could control. They could only endure and comply.

While speaking these words, Xikaro unhesitatingly brought his right fist down with another heavy blow, sending those freshmen who were barely attempting to crawl back up crashing into the air once more—presumably, after such an introductory experience, these newcomers would come to understand what the majesty of the strong truly meant.

Of course, leaving a good impression served no practical purpose, and Zhou Hai would merely impart the prescribed foundational flight techniques.

Lin Dong shifted his hand to a different position. At this moment, he resembled a rider constantly swinging a riding crop while galloping on horseback, continuously driving the system to accelerate and overheat through the reins in his hand.

"The Holy City of Trolez. A mere youth traveling with a cat. That cat belongs to you, right?" The old coachman did not lower his guard. Having an identity would be fine, but the youth had given the vague identity of a mere tourist.

These blazing spiritual birds transformed by spells effortlessly neutralized those fierce beasts and their attacks one by one.

He had already learned from his subordinates that Fenghua had been driven out of the imperial palace by the Emperor of Kelan. Although the Fenghua before him looked somewhat haggard, his gentle, refined, and serene temperament remained entirely unchanged. With his crystal-clear, handsome face, elegant demeanor, and a warmth like jade, one truly wondered whether the Prince of Dongheng should feel proud or jealous to have such a brother.

He wore a grayish-blue robe devoid of redundant or cumbersome decorations, clean and crisp. His long hair behind him fluttered slightly in the breeze, and he cradled a long sword in his arms. That posture and demeanor were just as they had been in the beginning, just like someone forever waiting and guarding by her side.

An elite soldier of the Phoenix Clan successively cut down several Dragon Clan soldiers, his eyes bloodshot and the muscles on his face twitching uncontrollably. Then, exhausted, he was impaled on the long spear of a charging Dragon Clan soldier.

The people inside the stone pavilion on Yuanlang Mountain were no longer conversing, all curiously watching to see what the true intentions of this uninvited guest might be.

"Even so, the price shouldn't have surged so drastically. The Qingxi Talisman Workshop sold one or two hundred low-grade tier-two talismans today, and we didn't see prices jump like this."

Long Lei merely chased Lin Tianyao into the darkness when, suddenly, a brilliant flash of sword light appeared.

"You knew I was right behind you? I thought you were so lost in playing with your phone..." Wang Ruiyin remarked casually.

"I've already said I don't have anything valuable; it's you who refuse to believe me!" Every day she had to meticulously calculate how to allocate her money just to get by; how could she possibly carry extra?

Yet they refused to believe that Chen Guohong could be so foolish as to directly catch these four sabers head-on without any assurance of success.

When reporters wanted to ask for more details, he refused to answer further, directly wrapping his arm around the beauty in his arms and walking inside, leaving the journalists outside in a bustling, relentlessly questioning clamor.

The scale was similar to the side hall where Ning Xuemo resided, except that the style and layout did not match the main hall, making it appear somewhat solitary.

"Guests don't ask our surnames, and we won't tell you. What on earth are you here to do?" Feeling that something was amiss, Xiaoxiao gripped her mobile phone tightly in her palm.

"You should know that with your strength alone, it is very difficult to accomplish this. Why not do something else—for instance, let us cooperate, and together we can obtain the secret to eternal life!" said the man in the golden mask.

Chen Guohong had originally thought that life would simply go on like this: as an alchemy apprentice, identifying medicinal herbs, accumulating experience, and eventually becoming an alchemist. Right, he might even have to ask Xue Taoyuan why, after five years, he was still stuck identifying herbs.

Her gratitude, guilt, helplessness—all these emotions concerning Qiao Yuan—were things she had absolutely no way of disclosing to Yan Shaoqing.

Cen Kexin covered her burning cheeks, her heart feeling as though it were about to leap out of her chest. She had caught the hint in her words.

How desolate would this world be without you? How despairing would this world be without you?

"Then I'll just kill you and destroy the Soul Pupil." Xie Feng's expression did not change much, as if he had anticipated Xie Yun's reply long ago.

Overcome by exhaustion, his eyelids began to droop once more. However, a sharp, piercing meow jolted him awake. Right, someone was still chasing him! Giants do not give up—how could he have forgotten about that! Struggling fiercely, Xingxing Wuji could only brace himself and continue fleeing for his life.

Dropping those words, Lin Xiaohuan stood up and walked upstairs without looking back, leaving the crowd to slowly recover from their astonishment.

Peng Xue likewise smiled and nodded. When she turned back, the lights spilled across her face, shattering into brilliant, dazzling dispersion. Li Zixiao knew that Peng Xue had cried again; this time, the tears came from the depths of her heart, representing a pain that could never be erased.