Chapter 111: The Community of Shared Future for the Righteous Path

November 17th, morning.

The incident at White Jade Capital officially made front-page headlines abroad and even trended on YouTube.

However, foreign reports carried a certain tone of sarcasm and skepticism.

For instance, the Associated Press subtly suggested that White Jade Capital likely employed means beyond martial arts to secretly weaken Jia Long, a view that garnered considerable agreement among netizens.

American media only offered positive coverage when the Xia people publicized their suffering.

Speaking of which, after over half a year of continuous refinement and extensive advertising, the previously dormant Witchblood realm had become bustling with activity. A large number of players logged in daily at fixed times, enthusiastically grinding monsters, completing dungeons, honing life skills, engaging in PvP, and battling on warfields, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Meanwhile, the Zhou Tian Star Palace began to decline gradually. Rumors circulated that the former palace leader, Dongfang Long, had fallen into obscurity after being defeated by Tang Yi and Zhuang Taiji, losing an arm in the process.

Qin Tian was unaware of this but could sense that after the annulment of their engagement, Murong Fei seemed gentler, more considerate, and better to him.

No matter how terrifying and colossal these creatures were in appearance, they all shared certain common traits.

Upon reaching the forty-ninth level, even Dragon Immortals could only play a leading role. If members on the stone platform could not endure, the chance of falling was over sixty percent. The dragon group’s prodigies who had perished there before surely met such a fate.

Everyone clearly saw that this Elena possessed no special abilities. She simply swung her blade casually and cleaved the marble table in two.

“You guessed correctly. As long as warriors forge a Soul Heart and use it, they can absorb soul power from the endless void to strengthen their souls.” Fire Dawn’s words nearly made Xu Feng stumble as he walked.

“You’re too kind, Lord Wing Spirit King. But is it really safe to leave those people behind?” Prince Yu asked meaningfully, his eyes fixed on the bluish-purple pupils of the peerless Roga.

Cao Shiming once again faced off against Yin Qingshan and Yin Susu, while around Luojing and Qin Tian, those nearby sensed their formidable aura and instinctively gave them space.

“Let’s just sit here for the entire morning.” Tang Sanzang, noticing the villagers who watched them intently, found a flat stone nearby to sit on and smiled gently.

General Shenyue scanned the mountain before him, his divine eyes emitting two bright lights. Judging by his expression, he seemed to be searching for something. Soon, the divine light in his eyes flared dramatically, as if he had made a discovery.

That day’s class was Principles of Political Economy, a compulsory course for the entire academy, with two to three hundred students seated in the large lecture hall.

Liu Rushi glanced back at the strange white shell that resembled a carriage but had two extra wheels, adorned with exquisite glazed tiles and leather seats. Her curiosity deepened.

This was an examination of teachings. Especially since Zhu Zhanji had shown some disregard toward Qian, Xie Jin felt dissatisfied. Acting on impulse, he decided to test his teachings once more.

“You've all been voicing your opinions. Shouldn’t you also declare who is the rightful heir to the master’s legacy?”

Li Jingwei and the Jianlibao brand had become closely intertwined; often, a strong entrepreneur was the very face of the brand.

Qiu Maohua let out a few groans before kneeling directly toward the Forbidden City’s direction, banging his head on the ground several times.

The crowd sat on the ground, bodies trembling uncontrollably, desperately hiding their faces with sleeves. Yet, this offered little relief. The main concern was the cold; the chill froze their hands and feet into lumps of ice.

Not far from Wanlian Island, having passed by multiple times, it lay in a calm sea area where the sound of the tide was faint and subtle, making it easy to identify. Even on starless, foggy nights when visibility was poor, this did not stop the light boat from traveling long distances. Hua Rulai located it solely by intuition.

“Uncle Fu, anyway, there are still over five months left. When the time comes, just find a place without any Japanese and hide there with Wuyi.” Situ Xuejiao was not merely a martial artist, which enabled her to say such things.