Chapter 57: Stage Five Grand Swordsmaster

After a full two hours, the various magnificent sword-path visions finally subsided and returned to tranquility.

On Sword Execution Peak, Ye Wuchen gazed directly at the secluded place where Xiao Yucheng was in closed-door cultivation, sensing a trace of sword-path aura, and a mysterious curve could not help but tug at the corner of his mouth. "The seventh sequence of the Sword Soul Sect, eh?"

"Hiss! Xiao Yucheng is extraordinary!"

Back in his seat, Sui Xiaotian was in unprecedentedly high spirits. The admiration and worship from his surrounding classmates made him feel as if he were floating on air.

Muttering to himself, Chang Youli quietly took out a customized starter given to him by a company, and full of anticipation, pressed the button facing the center of the lake.

Radiating dazzling light, the golden sunshine seemed to cast a layer of gold upon him, blurring everything around his figure, yet making his refined and three-dimensional facial features appear even more exquisite.

Old Long said nothing more. He found it extremely strange that a product of a intermediate-martial plane would appear in this place, especially since this was a place where even a Martial Saint could not be born.

As for Zheng Hongjie, he was utterly dumbfounded. With Sui Xiaotian walking over once again, he dared not stay in the classroom a moment longer. How could he ever bring himself to utter the word "Grandfather"? If he really shouted it out, he would truly become a laughingstock throughout the campus.

"Go down, let the others undergo the trial. The difficulty will be lowered a bit this time, and quite a few people should be able to pass!" That aged voice echoed in Lin Yunfei's ears.

Relying on this great vow, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva received boundless Heavenly Dao rewards, with boundless auspicious colored lights and fortune descending. The Bodhisattva used this to manifest six Dharma bodies, stationed in the Six Paths of Reincarnation, guarding the netherworld of the underworld, and delivering wicked ghosts.

College life was different from high school; it was much freer with flexible course arrangements. Classmates spent very little time together every day. Zhuo Bufan only grew close and familiar with Fatty and Chen Junyang, while as for the others, he did not get to know a single one.

To say she wasn't scared in her heart would be a lie, but because she had received a "gift" from Rong Cheng today and found her own direction for the future, she was still quite happy inside. However, this happiness must never be shown in front of Rong Ze.

"Who on earth are you?" Chu Fan's face, which should have been bewitching and arrogant, appeared instead grim and terrifying.

Pengcheng. Xiang Yu, who had already enjoyed several months of tender comfort, was now furious. Tian Rong of Qi had rebelled. Chen Yu of Zhao had rebelled. And in Guanzhong, Liu Bang had already broken out of Hanzhong. This reckoning was one of the most headache-inducing problems for Xiang Yu.

Before long, Bai Cang finished practicing this set of boxing forms, withdrew his stance, looked at Shanyi, and smiled, "How is it? How much do you think your so-called beauty falls short compared to mine?"

"If the location isn't good, we can promote it! Hand out flyers everywhere, and come up with some gimmicks like free tastings. Naturally, more people will come to patronize," Liu Yu said after a few cups of wine, his tongue seeming to loosen up.

She knew that the Drunken Taoist was a peerless expert at the realm of Celestial-Human, and she definitely couldn't last three hundred moves under him. Yet, she had been killed with a single blow by this legendary fairy before her. This level of cultivation and capability filled her heart with dread.

"It's actually Wang Yijie's grandfather. You said he came to see you because of the Gu family?" Shen Yi asked curiously.

An unprecedented and inexplicable emotion spread through his soul, as if a voice was shouting and roaring.

"Just now, the moment you walked in." Carlson spread his hands and shrugged. Originally, this should have been a relaxed gesture, but when it came from this hunchbacked old troll, it always made people feel as if the fellow was desperately trying to shove his own head into his stomach.

"Alright." Liu Yifei chuckled, knowing that if he really forced Chu Ning to say it, it probably wouldn't be interesting at all.