Chapter Ninety-Seven: What Is Everyone Doing?

Lin He’s eyes darted as a plan formed in his mind. He said to the steward, “You speak empty words—how can you judge the little tracking bee’s abilities just by talking? Why not have Kong Mingzi compete against the tracking bee in speed? After all, the speed of the Thunder Spirit Root is well known.”

“Hmph, the tracking bee developed by our young master is naturally excellent; it can compete against anything,” the steward replied confidently.

The other party, who was inadvertently caught in the crossfire, was less willing. Since awakening, Young Master Shu had felt his spiritual energy unstable whenever he used his powers. Though the exact cause eluded him, he suspected it had to do with the heart-piercing arrow from Chi Xiaoxiao. According to the pattern of uprisings, it was best to use magic sparingly.

He was reluctant to expend too much power.

At that moment, the arrival of Li Zhongshuo felt like a harsh slap from reality, snapping them out of their ridiculous theories.

Lin Youran curled her lip, secretly cursing herself for suffering such a loss. Couldn’t this man’s attitude be a bit better? His face was so sour, as if she owed him millions.

Everyone nodded in agreement. They immediately understood that Captain Song feared revealing his identity, worried that Wang Mazi and the others would see through it and escape. After all, they were tomb raiders, hunted by the authorities.

Yin Shixiu took a shallow breath, thinking it was time to find an opportunity to sit down for tea with the venerable Mr. Zhou Guangren.

Jun Ziyu had remained silent, his eyes fixed on her as if waiting for her command.

Su Zhiyang was clearly displeased. He interrupted Elder Shao’s words, his face darkening as he stepped forward to hand a bamboo slip to Qi Yun.

Though Taishi Ci was determined to fight the Xiongnu to the death, he dared not attack rashly. If any trouble arose in Huai’an city, countless civilians would suffer.

Hua Xingcan knew that the few dishes on the table must have been prepared with every effort by the host.

“That can’t be right. If there really were tempered steel, why has no such material ever been unearthed in other tombs over the years? Moreover, ancient texts have never recorded such objects,” Captain Song questioned in confusion.

Murmuring softly to himself, Xiao Yan took a deep breath. After fruitless thought, he lay back down. The great competition of the Four Academies would begin the day after tomorrow. Who knew what would happen then?

Thinking this, Tang Luo glanced again at Xiang Ling’er. If she still refused to believe, what else could he do?

His fingers traced slowly from her cheek to her chin, then down to her throat.

The instructor’s command rang out, and everyone straightened up, beginning the day’s training.

“You filthy woman, who are you?” One of Nine-Pattern Dragon’s men, ignorant of his place, challenged Natalie and tried to lay a hand on her.

Perhaps due to good mental preparation, this time Xiu Qiqi did not automatically enter stasis. Chang Guanyan found this amusing and moved his chin to rest on the back of his hand.

A pile of clothes burned for a full five minutes before finally dying down. The air, once thick with the stench of corpses, was now replaced by the acrid smell of scorched fabric.

Qin Zhiheng had not failed to notice the earth-shattering arrow fired from the Fuyu vessel, but he had always assumed the target was his master, the Blood Demon Hu Tianyu.

“Brother Gouzi, you’re wrong. That bronze tripod your grandfather sold to the Americans was by no means a fake. It’s a genuine treasure, a national relic!” Xi Yiren’s dark, bright eyes flashed sharply. Her face was solemn as she spoke firmly to me.

A bad premonition crept over her heart. She sensed that Zhan Tianniao was acting strangely and was about to approach him when suddenly a powerful force pulled her back.

Most people handed their gifts to those below, but a few insisted on presenting them directly to Old Master Chu.

At that moment, the great hall was deathly silent. The ministers dared not even breathe heavily, fearing Yue Fei’s sharp gaze catching them and settling old scores.

“Damn it, am I going to die here today?” She never imagined that her first encounter with battle would be a fight to the death.