Chapter 62: Creating a Group Chat (Real World)

The commander of the Imperial Guard sneered, though he said nothing further, instead loudly instructing his subordinates not to use rough tactics against the scholars. He explained that beatings had ceased and they should await the Emperor's command, urging the scholars not to act rashly or commit offenses, and with that, the commotion gradually subsided.

It seemed the task she had entrusted to Xiaohan had been well handled. Xiaohan was reliable and tight-lipped.

An annual tuition fee of sixty million was mere pocket change to the eldest young master of the Rong family; but if one were to truly strike out on their own and earn it independently, paying that sum would be a harrowing ordeal.

"Since we can't find the system, in which direction should we proceed?" Lin Xi looked at Lei Jun's distressed expression and suddenly laughed.

After putting on a good act, Ye Jiarou finally hugged the bouquet of roses and walked toward the school gate, though she maintained a troubled expression the entire way.

Seeing the man now within arm's reach, she panicked and closed her eyes. Following that, a sharp pain struck the back of her neck, and she lost consciousness.

Freedom City was in an uproar. Following the turbulence of the previous Vinal branch incident, the impact this time was even greater because human lives had been lost, and both the perpetrators and the victims were central figures from the last upheaval.

The carriage arrived at the execution ground; the snow had stopped, and the sunlight piercing through the clouds was piercingly bright. The surrounding area was packed with a dense sea of heads, and the buzzing, clamorous noise made Linlang's eardrums ache. The closer they got to the execution ground, the thicker the stench of blood became, so cloying and heavy it was nauseating.

The bear demon and the fried chicken spirit could not even sense any oppressive aura coming from him. Compared to the second secretary, Rong Tianmei, who stood beside him, he looked much more like an ordinary human being.

"Impossible. How old is he? He could not possibly harbor such scheming intentions," Prince Ping muttered resentfully. "Who on earth could perform such stealthy acts to ruin Fengyi's reputation!" If not for these palace affairs, Li Jing would never have brought the matter to light.

Walking southward for three or four li, Xun Yi stopped, turned to look back down the path he had come, and felt a swirling mix of indescribable emotions in his heart.

The dim, flickering streetlights stretched the shadows of Lu Fei and Zhang Luhan terribly long. In this setting, if one could add a piece of eerie background music, it would be no different from a ghost film.

The praying mantis turned around and slashed Qing Di twice with its scythe-like forelegs, almost cutting it into three sections, but Qing Di did not care. The inherited memories deep within its bloodline told it that the victor of this round had already appeared, and it was not an enemy.

This was already over fifty meters underground. There was no subterranean water layer Shui Tianlan had anticipated; instead, a layer of pale white stone had appeared.

When the time came to open the Heart-Linking Illusion, Xun Yi had already thought through everything that needed consideration, so there was no need for the usual quiet meditation and adjustment.

The man in the purple robe looked to be in his early thirties, with thick eyebrows, thick lips, and an expression of distinct impatience on his face. Before he even reached them, he did the same thing as the previous man, sweeping his spiritual sense over Xun Yi to probe him.

After a moment of astonishment, Xun Yi immediately straightened his back, quietly placed his hands behind him, and slowly adjusted his posture to appear as elegant and untethered as a jade tree in the wind.

The red light shining from behind the silver lenses scrutinized Wei Ye from head to toe as meticulously as if licking him.

Glancing at the commander sprawled across the back seat, this fellow was practically beside himself with impatience. Gone was any trace of its previous reluctance; it was now a classic case of someone who wished they never had to go home, thinking only of spending every single day lingering in the swamps.

One had to admit that acquiring an island was undoubtedly a rather tedious and troublesome endeavor. Developing an island with merely decent natural scenery into a top-tier private island resort was an even more formidable task.

Xiao Yang did not know how he had managed to walk out of the convenience store. He tightly clutched the spatial ring containing ten thousand packs of instant noodles, clearly seeing box after box of instant noodles resting safely inside the space.

"That's wonderful. I'm going to make a fortune again. I'll go to the Wangjiang Hotel at noon to meet them and finalize this matter," Qin Xiaoqing said.

Huayu Apartment was also a real estate property under the Yan Group. If so, it was hardly surprising that he had been able to enter her room that day.

From the moment the system suffered an automatic collapse, Ye Ping had anticipated this outcome; at this moment, this person's words confirmed his judgment.

Stepping away from the cold-blooded one, she sat down beside Lin Pingzhi and even handed the food in her hand to him.

Qian Ge had originally worried that Mother Su would not agree, especially given this feudal era, but she never expected that Mother Su would actually give her consent now.

"You're a grown-up, yet all you know is eating and eating! You never think about how to help His Majesty more," Imperial Advisor Sun scolded with a smile.

"Yes, later he went to see Liang Qizheng. The specific details are unknown, and I didn't ask Liang Xiaohui about the content of their conversation," Qiu Zhuodong said.

A figure exuding a powerful wave of spiritual aura slowly appeared behind Su Ze, giving Su Ze—who had just managed to traverse the heavy and complex spatial tunnels—a sudden shock.

One hundred thousand elite members of the Lin family simultaneously swallowed the breakthrough divine pills, and before long, vortices of heaven and earth spiritual energy began to condense.

To Liu Xinyi, there was no such thing as high or low birth in this world; there were only those she wished to befriend and those she did not. Evidently, Rong Lang belonged to the former category.

He was twenty-six years old this year. At this age, reaching his current standing made him a genius among geniuses. Once a certain level was attained, what mattered was the profundity of one's internal energy, meaning the sheer volume of inner strength.

He could still manage to carry these hundred-odd catties of weight, unlike that first time he had just arrived in the True Dynasty, when he had carried Leng Youyou for a hundred meters before collapsing.

"They are more than just dangerous; they are devoid of humanity, devoid of fear, and devoid of pain," Xing Yue, who had crossed paths with them, knew their terrifying capabilities all too well.