Chapter 116: On the Run

Yun Shuwan suddenly fell silent.

She hung her head, damp hair veiling half of her face, and her voice became eerily soft: "Chu Ruoyan, do you really think... you are any better than me?"

Her legs, submerged in the water, shifted imperceptibly. Suddenly sensing something, she lashed out with a powerful kick.

Chu Ruoyan was taken aback.

"Smack!"

A severed, decaying leg was kicked up by Yun Shuwan and slammed forcefully into Chu Ruoyan’s face.

"Ah..."

It seemed that opportunity was not entirely lost. A glimmer of strange light shone in Amori’s eyes. After a long period of hesitation and inner conflict, he finally decided to see Milia. He would not go through Mark or Long Yu; he would pay her a visit himself.

Ying Liu sensed intuitively that something was amiss, but since it concerned Consort Li, he dared not make any decisions on his own. He had no choice but to stop and report to Huhai. This was a matter only the Emperor himself could decide how to handle.

Precisely because of this, Feng Jie took the initiative to send a letter to Han Xin, expressing his desire to join forces with him to eliminate Xiang Yu’s army before the arrival of Xu Chuang’s tens of thousands of Green Dragon troops.

With the exchange of questions and answers between Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi, the atmosphere in the hall grew increasingly lively. The banquet lasted until late at night before everyone departed, satisfied and joyous.

After careful inquiry, Xiao Yi understood the situation: players must achieve ten consecutive wins to enter the main arena, where the real stakes and highly skilled players were to be found. Furthermore, a two-win streak could only be matched against another two-win streak, and a three-win streak against another three-win streak.

As for the content of Bai Zhixin’s letter and the favor Zhou Feng had asked of him, everyone was left guessing, yet no one managed to hit the mark.

"My dear!" Wan Yanyan looked blankly at the sorrow-stricken Duan Mingyu, a sudden pang of heartache piercing her. She gently wiped away the tears at the corners of Duan Mingyu’s eyes.

The next two battles featured the Blood Eagle and the Three-Headed Snake. However, they did not face each other; their opponents were two formidable demonic beasts that, while powerful, lacked the mystical nature of the Violent Ape and the White Tiger, and were undoubtedly defeated by the Blood Eagle and the Three-Headed Snake.

The cultivation world possessed miraculous medicines to heal shattered meridians, but there were only two: the Elixir of Immortality from the Queen Mother of the West, and the nectar from the Guanyin Bodhisattva’s pure vase. How was Long Yu, stranded in a foreign realm, supposed to find such things?

Indeed, a clash between two armies is inherently a matter of life or death. Was it really necessary to send a few eloquent speakers to the front lines to cite classics and debate for hours, trying to argue point by point about who was right and who was wrong?

"Him!" The entire class pointed their fingers at the last row in unison, as if they had undergone years of training.

At this moment, Chen Shu had yet to give any instructions regarding Rongwei Steel. Since Rongwei Steel was indeed special, there were many details that required attention.

"Mr. Chen! It has been a while. Welcome, welcome!" Liu Changyu greeted him at the door and shook Chen Shu’s hand, appearing genuinely enthusiastic to see him.

They had heard that Zou Litao’s hand had been crippled, though they didn't know how—it was as if he had been struck by a curse. At first, the five of them didn't believe it, thinking that the people at the repair plant and Zou Litao were just exaggerating to save face.

Nangong Ling stood there in silence, motionless. A layer of frost gathered in his eyes and his thin lips were pressed tight as he looked sternly at Shanya. Only after a long while did he manage to piece together the beginning and end of the matter.

Even with his ability to read ten lines at a glance and retain everything he saw, it still took Chen Ze more than ten days to flip through all the cultivation manuals and commit them to memory.

"Customer number 0116, please proceed to window number 3 for service," the bank’s automated system announced. Lu Xuan checked his number; it was finally his turn.

By this time, the two men waiting at the entrance had grown impatient, frequently checking their watches. Seeing Zhao Yang emerge, they immediately walked toward the elevator with him.