Chapter 53: The One Who Holds Everyone Back

As the howls gradually faded, Qi Lin finally relaxed, realizing his suspicions had been correct. Ding Qizhong, of course, understood this too. He had no intention of distancing himself too far from Li Kaifu; as long as he stayed beyond the six-foot reach of Li Kaifu’s arm and longsword, he would have the chance to throw his flying knives.

All matters of the Outer Palace were decided by her; moreover, it was also she who arranged for Lin Qi, the scholar, to enter the Cliff of Discipline.

Although he knew they were just stringing him along with empty promises, he had to admit that these two, especially that disturbingly skilled student, were not people he could afford to offend lightly. If he rashly turned hostile, he would surely incur the wrath of this expert.

The origin treasure was tempting, but one needed to be alive to enjoy it. In this world, those who were careless had long perished. At a time like this, no one wanted to be the first to take the plunge.

Especially when paired with that set of work clothes—it was a classic uniform temptation, utterly captivating, making it impossible not to let one’s gaze linger.

In truth, these words were meant for the monks, to let them know the fat man had backing at home, lest they think he was just there for a free meal and treat him poorly.

During a lull in drawing water, Han Ke phoned Li Fei’er, letting her know he had found Zheng Qing, but would not be returning tonight. He told her not to worry and instructed her to take good care of Su Wenwen.

All eyes in the hall were fixed on the two of them; the silence was such that one could hear the waves outside the window.

“Hahaha, well struck, well struck!” Lin Feng couldn’t care less whether Leng Qi’s spear would become an evil artifact. To him, his own spear—even if it became a demon—would still be his friend.

Ye Zhenzhen suddenly remembered an article she had read before: in 1989, at a quarantine facility in Reston, Virginia, Ebola virus had been detected in crab-eating macaques imported from the Philippines; a large number of these wild monkeys had died during quarantine.

However, only by entering the Glaze Academy could one fully unlock the talents of the violet-grade spiritual power, and only the academy could develop it to its fullest.

Qin Zhenhua was completely enraged. He strode forward and seized Qin Yuer’s neck, snarling, “If you can’t control your mouth, I’ll help you.” His grip tightened, making Qin Yuer’s eyes roll back.

Nan Zhiqiao tightened her right hand, causing the rope to slowly draw taut, lowering them both closer to the ground. When they were still a meter from the earth, she braced her foot against the crumbling edge of the hole and, with a pull, leapt free while holding Zhenzhen.

The night faded, pale light appeared on the horizon—it was only about four in the morning—when the first villager arrived to fetch water.

From above, the Taiji Bagua diagram descended, and at the same time, a suit of black and white armor equipped itself on Bai Yu from head to toe.

Aunt Ru stood silently to the side, not speaking, though she could not understand why, faced with such a magical artifact, her young master still hesitated.

After Chen You learned about the features of this equipment, the relevant bullet comments appeared. His fists turned into bladed gauntlets and swept in once more.

They immediately clashed. Perhaps everything that needed to be said had already been spoken. There would inevitably be a winner and a loser between them.

Mo Fuyao and Qin Mo stayed cooped up in the room, leafing through album after album until the maid knocked to summon them to lunch, and only then did they emerge.

But what surprised him even more was what Liang Shan had said about Wei Shouquan—one word, “let,” made it clear that Wei Shouquan actually took orders from him. Who was this young man, that he could make Wei Shouquan so obedient? Even with his own connections in the capital, he had never heard of such a figure.

Bai Yu’s attention was wrenched back to reality by the licking on her ear. “Hey, damn it, who gave you permission to touch me?” Though she had lived two lives, she had never experienced anything like this. How could this damn man touch her like that?

“You…” Before he could finish his sentence, Yuan Ba left this world, carrying his regrets with him.

Li Yunrou hit him a few times through her tears, but before long she gave in completely and surrendered herself to the sea of love.

After all, everyone knew rabies was the most dangerous and deadly of all infectious diseases, and to this day, medicine had found no effective cure.

But for ordinary people, if they could obtain even a remnant thought from a demigod, the benefits would be enormous.

“Go to hell!” As he saw the three converge on him, Yamamoto Junichi suddenly released a cloud of yellow smoke, and then vanished without a trace.

To evade the relentless meddling of the three elderly women, Bai Yu was now leading a large group through the streets of the Eastern Kingdom—partly to avoid trouble, partly for exercise. According to reliable sources, the Demon King was about to make a move. As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is often the safest.

No one knew how much time had passed. Half-awake, half-dreaming, she heard a faint rustling outside the bed. Soon after, someone sat down quietly and climbed onto the bed.

Li Yi leapt, the ground caving beneath him, his whole body soaring a hundred meters before landing on the back of the giant bull, hacking at its back again and again.

Otherwise, Ji Wuchang, knowing the ink treasure was useless, would surely unleash the royal secret technique and battle Lin Shanmei head-on.