54. Mortification

Failing to contact superiors would delay the optimal timing for rescue, which is extremely fatal in combat.

Though deeply reluctant, Deng Beihao still posted a video accusing Li Siyu of "cheating" with Lin Yuan during their relationship.

When Shen Feinian woke up, she found herself lying on a chaise lounge. Gu Zhiyuan was long gone from the room, but a men's outer robe was draped over her shoulders—it belonged to Gu Zhiyuan.

Thus, he published a new update, asking his fans to adopt a peaceful mindset toward anti-fans and refrain from bickering or hurling abuses at them.

The weather was scorching hot. Gu Mian held an umbrella and looked at the earth, which seemed baked by flames, feeling somewhat dizzy.

The public judging phase of the micro-film competition officially started tomorrow. If he were left to play in the dorm tonight, he definitely wouldn't be able to enjoy it properly. It was better to spend that time keeping his parents company.

For a fraction of a second, looking into those eyes and at that face, Gu Yanli suddenly felt his heart thrown into complete disarray. Those eyes were like a whirlpool, and staring into them for too long made him sink in.

"It's nothing. I just felt like you seemed a little different." Dong Yunchen glanced a few more times, but ultimately didn't discover anything unusual.

"Do you think you can catch up?" Hearing this, the disciple lowered his head in some shame; indeed, it was very difficult for him to catch up to them. Shen Yuyao continued, "Besides, all things possess spirit, and every worldly event has its cause and effect."

"What crooked idea have you cooked up this time?" Shen Lanzhen knew nothing about blacksmithing, but just by looking at Shen Feinian's mischievous smile, he guessed she was up to some shady tricks.

Ever since Xu Xia took on an apprenticeship at Qingyu Hall, he rarely had the chance to go up the mountain to gather herbs. Now that he had come here, it had to be said that it felt rather sudden. However, setting everything else aside, things truly were starting to grow better.

"Clang!" The red robot fell to the ground once more, its red-glowing eyes finally fading into darkness.

If people had previously taken many of his words lightly, believing his commands to be superfluous, this real combat completely changed the students' perspective.

The twin-headed divine object was indeed down below, but how could one get down there? Between here and the cliff below stretched a sheer precipice at least several hundred feet high, and the rock face was smooth without a single foothold or leverage point. Did they really have to circle around the lower half of the mountain?

While Bai He was still relishing his operation yielding ridiculously negative statistics, the biologist's robot walked in.

During these days, Qin Ruxuan had stayed by his side, and the two had grown accustomed to sleeping in each other's arms. Lin said nothing, obediently sleeping in the same room as Yinghong at night, and never sneaking into his bed as before.

Though his swordsmanship was subtle and profound, Lu Li was no pushover. He found openings amidst the other's tempestuous sword moves, frequently forcing Li Yihang to retreat several steps. At that point, even deploying the Mount Shu swordsmanship proved useless; the enemy would invariably evade his foolproof strike in moments of extreme peril. There was truly nothing he could do against him.

"Is that so?" Cen Biqing said expressionlessly, turning over, seemingly intending to leave.

With a booming crash, a muffled peal of thunder suddenly split the brilliant sky. The Yellow Emperor threw back his head and laughed wildly.

It was said that back then, after graduating from Thunder Academy and joining the army, Yan Tianbei had voluntarily requested a transfer to this special operations unit, tempering himself in the bloody battlefields until he finally broke through to the Deity Transformation Realm around the age of forty, ranking among the top ten peerless masters of the Deity Transformation Realm in Longxia.

The man wore a black suit and possessed a robust build. A pair of fierce tiger eyes held overwhelming menace; simply standing there was enough to strike terror into anyone's heart.

The haughty aloofness of the white-haired, white-bearded elder vanished entirely, replaced by boundless terror.

At this moment, Mu Shengfeng gently stroked You Xi's head. His eyes seemed to hold myriad stars, mixed with a sliver of tenderness that instantly captured all of You Xi's attention.

During the last upheaval of the Bodhi Sect, the monks had actually conducted plenty of post-mortems and managed to uncover some clues, knowing that Old Li had never been brainwashed and that all those actions were likely orchestrated behind the scenes by him and Qin Ning.

The seabirds cooperated with Qian Duoduo, smoothly completing the mission and scattering in all directions under the summons of the divine condor.

The speaker was a middle-aged man of about fifty. He wore a grey Zhongshan suit and a conventional haircut, with a broad forehead, thick earlobes, and a gaze that appeared thoroughly ordinary. Yet, if one observed him for long, it wasn't hard to catch a trace of a seasoned, unyielding sharpness within it.

If someone of this type could remain in the police force indefinitely, meteoric success would only be a matter of time. After all, he had originally aimed for precisely that, but one misstep could easily get him expelled from the police department.

I sighed inwardly. Although there was only a one-in-ten-thousand chance, at that moment I was still holding onto wishful thinking, hoping to secure his indictment.

Knowing that Kong Dai had agreed, Xuanyan Ji felt a great weight lift from his shoulders. He had feared that Kong Dai would be unwilling to see him, yet he could no longer bring himself to approach her as abruptly as he used to. An important reason why Kong Dai had a very favorable impression of He Yu was that He Yu respected her.

Yin Muhua's heart skipped a beat. For some reason, she was unwilling to let that refined and graceful man die before her eyes; she had to do everything in her power to protect him.

On this night, around ten o'clock, a sudden "whoosh" sounded outside as torrential rain poured down instantly like a broken dam, nearly swallowing the entire city.

The Zhongshan Clan—for this entire period, their ancestral lands seemed shrouded beneath dark clouds, the oppressive atmosphere heavy enough to make one deeply miserable.