Not a single penny will do.

To Ling Wei, the scene before her felt incredibly familiar, evoking a sense of having returned to Anxin County, which prompted her to be the first to follow along. Following closely behind her was Gao Yang.

He had originally anticipated that perhaps thirty-some people would choose to stay for the examination. After all, the content of his exam was, throughout the entire academy, likely unprecedented and unrivaled. Having even half the students willing to forgo their summer vacation to remain at school for the test was enough to gratify him.

Lin Yushu nodded and recited her phone number. Situ Xuan dialed it, and then saved it to his contacts.

The taxi driver seemed well-acquainted with the local roads; after Haifeng handed over three hundred-yuan bills, the driver took a shortcut and delivered them to the school with plenty of time to spare.

In the span of only a few breaths, the holy ground erupted in brilliant radiance once more. As streaks of golden light shot out for thousands of miles, a series of thunderous roars and cracking sounds echoed through the air.

Startled for a moment, Jiang Liuying straightened her posture and looked around in bewilderment, seemingly having completely forgotten her own predicament.

Old Li threw a punch with agonizing slowness, as if he were dragging the gravity of the entire world along with his strike.

Although his phone was currently out of power, making it impossible to look up Linyin’s number, it mattered little to him. He could recite her number by heart.

"She is in such unbearable pain that I have used medicine to keep her in a temporary slumber. Once I refine the antidote, she will make a full recovery," the Mist-Fighting Mystic replied to Mo Li without reservation, his fingers continuously stroking a string of translucent emerald flower beads.

First, the Imperial Jade Seal of the Great Ming might have fallen into the hands of those loyalists seeking to overthrow the Qing and restore the Ming; it was most likely hidden with the Fan family in Jiangyin.

Sent flying backward by Qin Yu’s kick, the short dark figure rolled on the ground to shed his momentum before performing a kip-up to regain his feet. He gasped, the pain in his abdomen preventing him from standing straight.

Watching Chen Yunxiang draw ever closer, Lan Bingyan felt her scalp go numb and her heart leap into her throat. She dared not breathe deeply, fearing that the air she exhaled might stir the curtains.

These people dared not question Daoist Baopu, so they swarmed to ask Wu Xiuyun, who had brought Zhou Xi back, if Zhou Xi possessed a particularly exceptional spirit root, which was why Elder Baopu held her in such high regard.

Li Qingya thought about it seriously; her cousin Jing was outstanding in every respect, and truly, no one seemed worthy of him.

Upon learning that Chen Tuo was her son, the witch suffered a mental breakdown and collapsed to the ground. She was subsequently rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. While there, the witch continued to offer advice to Chen Hu, regretting her actions deeply if the truth were indeed as it seemed.

The man with triangular eyes had been looking at Li Chang Gu with smug satisfaction—he could accept losing half his teeth in exchange for leaving his opponent crippled—but now, his eyes were filled with astonishment.

He suddenly noticed that Xia Chuxin was missing, so he scanned the room and saw her sitting at a table near the door, seemingly chatting with someone.

They flew for a long time. On these branches, there were still countless enormous leaves, lush and dense, yet no flowers or fruits were to be seen. Only the nameless vines that perpetually coiled around the trees were in full bloom, creating a colorful sight.

A moment's thought made it clear that the matter was certainly not so simple. Qin Yu suspected that the Feng family had likely discovered something back then, confirming that the secret to immortality was real, which led them to their decision to defect as an entire clan.

"It’s nothing. You go ahead. I just remembered I have an old friend I need to visit," Feng Lingyue replied, feigning nonchalance.

Before the momentary spark of joy could fully bloom, despair surged into his heart. Dorgon could not help but cough up blood, his body going limp as he collapsed.

Like other roasted insects, this scorpion was exceptionally crispy. With every bite, the "crunch, crunch" sound it made was just like eating potato chips.

Zhongjiang and Nanhe rivers diverge further apart as they flow westward and further apart as they flow eastward. Only here in Changhe County is the distance between these two great rivers at its shortest.

It was precisely because of the synergy between these unit traits and the special effects granted by the Phantom Bow that the hundred thousand Sun Archer units were able to unleash overwhelming long-range firepower, clearing the area within several hundred meters of the city gates in a single volley.

"Farewell, Senior! Your noble character is truly admirable!" Wang Zhong said in a loud, sincere voice.

As it turned out, Taiyi had originally intended to cultivate diligently to attain the status of a Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal before merging with the Heavenly Dao. However, time was of the essence, and he had no choice but to merge with the Heavenly Dao first and then seek the path of the Daluo.

If it were merely a hundred thousand core players, the major factions would be willing to pay the evolution crystals to resurrect them. But with numbers exceeding several million, this approach was naturally unfeasible. Besides, even if the major factions were willing, they would first have to deliver the evolution crystals to those core players.

The person who had spoken first earlier saw this and a sinister smile played on his lips. In his eyes, Xiao Chang and the Star-Plucking Old Ghost were undoubtedly major obstacles in his quest to seize the Heaven-tier Battle Technique, and Xiao Chang’s arrogant words had provided him with the perfect opportunity to exploit.

Regarding the earlier situation, Han Le had only made vague, harmless threats. As for the gesture of waving his hand through the air, without any physical contact, it could not possibly serve as evidence of a crime.

Some Epic-tier powerhouses felt a tremor in their hearts and looked toward a certain point at the center of the universe; the source of the upheaval was there.

Blood flushed across the burly man's face, and he staggered back several steps, his feet punching holes into the ship's deck.

On one hand, she did not fully trust Nangong Ruoli’s words, as he was, after all, still a child. On the other hand, there remained a glimmer of expectation, as he was the only one capable of breaking the war-chess formation.