Volume One, Chapter 105: The Lost Li

"The Autumn Examination has come to an end. In all the times I have hosted these trials, this is the first time I have encountered such a situation!" Wu Ren looked at the jade slip before him, his expression deeply complex.

"Brother Tian, what do you make of this?"

"Over thirty disciples, and every single one of them has a score of zero. Is that kid really only at the Qi Condensation stage?" Tian Hu sighed, looking at the blank name sitting high at the top of the list, at a loss for words.

"Let’s call the disciples out first and ask them what happened." Wu Ren sighed helplessly and flicked his sleeve. With a low rumble, the great formation that had been shrouding the area for over ten miles began to dissipate. At the same time, inside the formation, those who had been searching for Ji Die, hoping to seek revenge...

At this moment, he spoke to the people in the great hall with a grave demeanor, as if something momentous were about to happen.

He had found the spirit beast; it was a companion to a flower known as the Cangling Sea Moon, and the Cangling Sea Moon was an object used for nourishing the soul.

Even if she were willing, it would be impossible to let her act as she had before. I believe no parent would ever want to see such a thing.

However, as long as it did not affect her, she generally would not intervene. Besides, Mother Xu had been on her own for decades; she could not fathom what there was to worry about. She figured it was just the result of getting older and letting one's imagination run wild.

After all, Wu Zhao was the current hegemon of Earth Star Village, the number one person under heaven, and the Sect Master of the world's premier sect. Becoming his disciple was a dream come true for countless young geniuses.

Looking at it, there was nothing special, but when one took a sip, the sweetness of the wine could be felt.

"Ding! Your Skeleton King has killed a mouse. You have gained 0 experience points..." The sudden sound of the game system notification in his mind made Yun Shibao stiffen, followed by a wry smile on his face.

Seeing Brother Zhang off settled a worry for Li Xiaoxiao. Turning back, Bai Qinghua also bid her farewell.

"Fine, fine, I’ll be quiet, I’ll be quiet..." With a sheepish look, Li Fuqiang subconsciously shrank his head, apologizing profusely.

Furthermore, its massive serpent body began to change. The original snake skin slowly grew scales, and a sharp protrusion emerged from the top of its head, looking exactly like a horn.

However, after he let out that shout, an elderly man revealed a bizarre smile, then coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed, dead. A crocodile-man's claw had pierced through his back.

If she were divorced, it would be her chance to regain her freedom. She never wanted to stay in this place again. She was Princess Chang'an of Southern Yue; even if she acted excessively, they would not dare to take her life.

Qin Mingyue was more agile; she followed Zhang Yang as he rushed out of the restaurant, nearly colliding with the fat man chasing after them.

"Whatever our Prince arranges is my duty, it is only right! Thank you, Crown Prince, for sparing my life that day," I said expressionlessly.

"As you command!" Yin Wei bowed in acknowledgment and hurried off to arrange the various matters according to Ying Zheng's instructions.

A massive wave of cold air rushed toward her. Lin Xiaoxiao was so frightened she retreated two steps, wishing she could just turn and run.

While Zhang Hongfa rejected the official invitation, the others in the company were actively packing their luggage, preparing to go on vacation to the Kunlun Mountains.

Madam Lin was truly special. With her intelligence, gentleness, and empathy, Qing Yan felt that Lin Yao was unworthy of her.

Even a high-level mage in a fantasy world would need to enter a meditative state to rest, right?

Yan Li grew more and more terrified, especially when those evil hands reached for her. She rolled across the floor to the side.

The Primordial Land was vibrant, evolving endlessly. It was becoming lively again, and on this day, the Primordial Land was as bustling as usual.

Qian Cangyi emerged from the torn rift. After his feet touched the ground, he casually flicked his left hand, which had been gripping Wu You's upper jaw, letting Wu You's mangled body fall to the ground.

Therefore, the Jianghai Security Service Corporation was essentially taking the rice bowls out of their hands; no matter who it was, no one could remain indifferent.

Linglong looked Ah Dai up and down, as if making a reluctant decision. Suddenly appearing at the door, she delivered a hand-chop. Before Ah Dai could understand what was happening, his vision went black, and he fell unconscious.

At this moment, two lovers wearing matching outfits were walking into the distance, arm in arm, their pace appearing somewhat hurried. Ahead of them, several elderly people were walking toward them carrying vegetable baskets.

The Western Xia cavalry were indeed an elite force unparalleled in the world; Xue Ming did not doubt that. Moreover, their level of elite skill far exceeded his expectations, but that did not mean they could actually do anything to Zeng Ming’s Song Dynasty navy, which consisted of over a hundred warships.

"You guy, it’s hilarious! Do you think you’re so great? So what if you killed One-Eye? My father is even more powerful than One-Eye, and Grandpa Six-Fingers is here too. Just wait to die!" Hu Tianyue could no longer bear it and cursed.

The moment the four scalpel blades left Qian Cangyi, they stopped in mid-air, not advancing another centimeter. But the scalpels had already finished accelerating; as soon as time refilled this area, they would fly straight toward their target.

Furthermore, Heng Yu had taken advantage of Zhou Xingyun’s distraction, and as soon as Ren Jiechan revealed a slight flaw, her meridians were sealed by Heng Yu’s unique martial arts.

Seeing that no one came to bother him, Lu Feng was naturally too lazy to provoke others and went straight toward the Chaos Tree.

Even Wu Yunsong, who was nearby, moved two steps to the left, putting some distance between himself and Jian Shijiu.

She looked at the Prince of Duan's son. Since it was his soul, she couldn't tell what his expression was, only that he was clinging tightly to Mo Qiqi’s arm, curled up into a ball and trembling slightly, indicating he was in great discomfort. Only after Mo Qiqi recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra four or five times did he calm down.

This was no longer a simple contest of martial arts; both sides were filled with the intent to kill, and neither held back their strikes. The fierce battle on the stage gripped the hearts of countless people below: the white boss in his suit, Cheng Xiuxiu who had forgotten the meat bun in her hand, the members of the Baihong Martial Arts Hall, and the Saint Elephant Chinese merchants who had almost bought out the entire venue.