Chapter 45: The Stacked Wave Blade

Hao Ren was right beside her, watching her every move, her pale face, her trembling hands. She had already changed all the bedding and was hugging the removed sheets and covers, preparing to wash them when the two knocked at the door; she opened it with the bundle in her arms.

When she was sick before, her mother wouldn’t let her eat many things. At the time, she craved them terribly, so she understood Gong Mingyuan’s feelings well—a mutual sense of sympathy. In those eyes, she could no longer find dazzling stars, nor see the midsummer night sky, nor seek out a soul.

He had originally planned to tamper with Su Qianxia’s exam papers, making her fail several subjects.

A flash of coldness appeared in Nan’s eyes; he suddenly swept his folding fan, conjuring a teal whirlwind from nowhere that blocked the incoming energy wave.

As the sky darkened, everyone remembered Ye Zinian’s frail health, and decided not to disturb her further.

After some thought, she asked, “By the way, how’s that business you mentioned about bringing your parents over? Did the elders agree?” She steered the conversation away.

They repeatedly insisted that Jia Zhiyun must not be harmed. Even for basic needs, she couldn’t move; everything had to be done lying down.

All the bench players stood up—He Tie, Zhang Kuang, Zhang Yang, even Bai Jinlong, after gulping down water, clenched his teeth and rose, looking at Wang Bo.

The two teams began their warm-ups, without exchanging a single glance or word.

“Actually, I can tell you the direction of deduction; it doesn’t involve the core technique,” Zhang Yong said gratefully.

Whenever Wang Bo made a three-pointer or broke through for a score, Tang Haoran or Wei Song from the Alliance team would fight desperately to catch up. Bai Jinlong was powerless to stop Wei Song in the paint; his hands seemed to have lost all feeling.

Xia Yang nodded and replied, “Yes, Grand Elder!” With that, he returned to Xia Ye and the others.

“Let’s see how long he can keep spinning. Wait till he’s dizzy, then shoot him with random arrows—let him taste Yang Liu Lang’s misery…” said Yiri Tian.

Yu Zheng’en was clearly not about to let matters rest. His words were icy at first, then he suddenly smiled, biting hard on the final syllables.

When the moon hung high, all reconnaissance and defense duties had been properly assigned, but Yang Cheng still dared not sleep; his mind was in chaos, how could he rest?

Luckily, neither had used spirit pills—otherwise, it would have involved them and hampered their cultivation.

But just then, Zhao Jiuge made the first move. The previous two times, it was Ye Aotian who acted first; now it was Zhao Jiuge’s turn to strike, and he certainly wouldn’t let Ye Aotian get addicted to making repeated moves.

“Child, remember: the road ahead may be bitterly hard, but you must never forget that the love you have received is no less than anyone else’s, do you understand?” Lady Li said, tears streaming once more. She took out half of the jade pendant for spiritual attire from her bosom, strung it, and hung it around Fu Che’s neck.

Kong Manzhen’s captivating eyes shifted between the two. The bond between them was extraordinary; she sensed something strange… ambiguous. Faintly she felt it, but dared not confirm.

“Bald monk, how dare you touch my Brother Monkey! I’ll fight you!” That was Old Pig, living up to his reputation as a fellow sufferer. When his “senior brother” was bullied, he couldn’t stand it; he went berserk, abandoning his bewildered enemy and charging at a suitable opponent.

“By the way, Wei, wouldn’t it be better to ease the burden on your shoulders a bit?” Seeing Wei’s relentless diligence, Liu Xing felt a pang of compassion, afraid Wei would fall ill.

He could discern a weapon’s quality mainly because it was forged by his own hand.

“I don’t believe it,” Miao Qingyan said, as if hearing a world-shattering secret. How could the one she liked be interested in men?

I took out the keys and opened the door, changed into slippers, and specially took a pair for him from the shoe rack, then walked into the living room.

“…” Tan Qiqi listened intently to what Black Wind was saying. Though he never revealed his true purpose, between the lines, she understood perfectly what he meant to express at that moment.

The Miao Heaven Hall in the west wing of Phoenix Immortal Sect was a Buddhist sanctuary, housing a one-zhang-tall golden Buddha carved from wood. At the entrance grew a bodhi tree, said to be a gift from the monks of Long Lake Heart Temple in Wuling Prefecture, now thriving for ten years.

So I opened the window and found it faced a busy main road—people bustling, cars streaming. Yin Xiran, if you wish for fame, jumping down would be the way!

Honestly, this kind of attack is far sharper than traditional martial arts. Otherwise, why would so many who practiced martial arts for years be beaten like stray dogs by a sanda trainee with just one year’s experience? Partly due to not learning true skills, but also because the mindset is different.

Moreover, the old master’s way of handling porcelain was nothing like Guodong’s roughness; his focused expression and smooth, gentle motions betrayed not his age. Just watching his hands, Jia Sidao felt he had gained much.

“That puts my mind at ease,” Wang Xuyan sighed involuntarily. He knew his assistant ministers weren’t exactly easy to handle. What he hoped was simply that Jin Zhengque would not be as greedy as Ge Chu, and spend a bit more silver on the refugees.