Chapter Sixty-Five: An Ordinary Phone Call

Cheng Yu dashed back to the dormitory and jammed the key into the lock, twisting it back and forth several times before realizing the door had been bolted from the inside. He cursed under his breath and pounded on the door, shouting angrily, “Ming Dashuang, open up! If you’re brave enough to sneak away, you should be brave enough to open the door!”

Inside, Ming Shuang was happily engrossed in a game, mastering the art of feigning deafness. Only after finishing a round did he grab the headphones off the desk and put them on. No matter how the enemy barraged the gates, he remained unmoved. With the headphones on, Ming Dashuang suddenly unmuted his mic and said to his teammates, “Actually, I’m a killer without feelings.” His teammates replied with a flurry of ellipses.

Utterly ignored and left to simmer outside, Cheng Yu caught a whiff of an odd, pungent perfume that made Leng Tianyi shudder with discomfort.

“I’ll have Ziling bring it over tonight. I just made a new batch of medicine. My old master called it rubbish and said it was no good,” Huang Xi said indignantly.

With a bold streak of deep pink lipstick, her features did look softer, but… she was even uglier, almost like a deranged spirit.

Fortunately, she was an independent control center; otherwise, the chaotic malice swirling around might have shattered her consciousness.

Ying Tian’s stern gaze flickered with an unusual light. For some reason, he sensed a strange, indescribable current emanating from Ye Kuang at that moment.

Because of the holiday, Ye Musheng was sore and sluggish, so the two of them stayed in the hotel until the break ended before returning to school.

The disciples wanted to take him to the hospital, but Dai Libin lost his temper and flatly refused, throwing a considerable fit.

A burly man in a mask lay sprawled on the floor, and behind him, a corpse wrapped in chains had been burned to a crisp.

The bloodstains were drying, so Ming Ruiyuan had no choice but to scrub them over and over again.

Mu Tianxiang asked Luyi to open the cloth bag she’d carried out, revealing a full arsenal of cosmetics.

In this day and age, perhaps only deep in the mountains would one still find such a primitive room.

“Sister Jiang, do you ever think I’m too cold and capricious?” Yan Zhimo asked.

Among the Thirty-Six Sacred Lands of Zhongzhou, one called the Netherworld Sanctuary was the hidden headquarters of the Demon Sect.

After organizing his things, He Yan grabbed a length of hemp rope from the floor, tied everything securely, and called out toward the door. Yang Zongbao immediately rushed in.

The Immortal Academy had long stationed people here. This city was one of the closest to the entrance of the Dragon Abyss Emperor’s Tomb, and they were waiting for the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty’s party to arrive.

The Sword Saints of the Seventy-Two Sacred Lands Alliance were all fired up. Seeing the Golden Roc Demon Saint charge into the demon army, they too led their most powerful sword cultivators in a ferocious assault.

The most important thing was this: the Rakshasa Demon Lord realized that if the fight continued, he would not be a match for Meng Fan.

Beyond the Abyssal Passage lay the Heavenly Demon Realm, a world even stronger than the Sword Spirit Realm, with powerhouses above the divine level. Meng Fan had to prepare for the worst—should he cross over and encounter a divine-level opponent at the other end, he’d unleash his sword talisman and make a swift retreat.

He was always quick-tempered, and now his expression was so dark in the candlelight that it sent chills down one’s spine.

“I’ll take all the remaining pills!” The foremost disciple, upon hearing the news, decided to buy as many as possible—who knew when they’d be available again?

Stepping out of the grand hall, Li Yu glanced back at the revelry within. He brushed aside any thoughts of peace—born in chaotic times, one could not control one’s own fate.

Lu Nan’s commentary was so engaging that even Li Yang got excited. The couple, both impatient by nature, wanted to see the action for themselves. Though dusk was falling and heavy leaden clouds hung low, Lu Nan couldn’t dampen their enthusiasm. He called Guo Yougen and drove them all to Yinmeng Lake.

“From now on, the two of us will be eating from the same pot. If I do anything wrong, you have to help me out and remind me, all right? Don’t be a stranger,” Liang Feng said with a smile.