Chapter One Hundred and Two: Yun Shuang's Style of Investigation (First Update)

Yunshuang froze. Turning her head, she saw that Jiang Xiao had somehow come to stand beside her. He was looking down at her with dark eyes, his brows slightly furrowed, as if displeased. “If you can’t keep up, then don’t force it. Falling a few steps behind won’t make anyone blame you.” Yunshuang: “...” There it was again—that familiar, scolding tone. She tugged at her hand, but for a moment could not break free. Frowning, she shot the man before her a covert glare. “Commander Jiang,”

Su Yang also looked up. The entire land was a gigantic iceberg, rising from the sea and towering more than three thousand meters high.

Normally, with nothing to do, everyone could have dug up some wild greens nearby, but the weather was so dry that not even a blade of grass could be seen, let alone edible plants.

There was a kitchen knife gleaming with golden light, a chopping board smooth as a mirror, a pot as deep as the sea, a nimble spatula, a shining frying pan, and a long-handled ladle, like a set of exquisite works of art.

Li He looked at Xu Kai’s slashed palm, and a flash of fear crossed his eyes before he forced it down.

The young man sat cross-legged on the carpet. Beside him was an ashtray half-filled with coffee grounds, with two cigarette butts already in it.

Her breathing was heavy, sweat beading on her forehead, and gradually tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, though her eyes remained tightly shut.

The Grand Academicians of the Ministry of Rites were utterly restless. It was only natural—for anyone capable of causing the Heavenly Fate List to blaze before the examination had even ended was destined to become, at the very least, a half-saint. For the Da Li Empire, long sustained by only a single saint, this was unquestionably tremendous news.

“No need.” Chu Chu’s nose stung fiercely. She could feel her heart beginning to soften, but she could also feel the thorns within her starting to bristle outward.

With that, Xia Yuan’s weakness in swordsmanship had been made up. Although he had always focused mainly on the Great Light Scripture, his means of offense had always been the sword.

The flaming divine steed also walked eagerly to his side. The two of them, man and beast, could be said to advance and retreat together, and if Bai Muqing could keep it, she would benefit as well.

Thinking of the term Ye Tian had just mentioned, Gongcheng Fanye quickly turned his mind, and, combining it with what he had seen and heard earlier, seemed to come to some realization.

Still, for Huo Tianming, her goal had finally been achieved, so she was fairly pleased.

He raised his gun, wanting to fire into the sky. That was the only way to warn his comrades in the camp. If the enemy had deliberately lured everyone here, then the chances of survival for the five of them were practically nil; this was already the enemy’s kill zone.

The chaos in Guanzhong, together with years of war across the land, had turned the territory within the passes around Luoyang into wilderness. Beneath the luxuriant growth of trees and grass, there was not the slightest trace of human life; fearless beasts roamed everywhere, and the once towering palace walls and city gates were already covered in green vegetation... Luoyang could not serve as the capital, nor was it possible for it to do so.

At first, many in the class were puzzled. Su Cheng had only just arrived not long ago; his influence at school hadn’t been this explosive before, had it?

She was a deputy general manager at a company. She thought about things far more rationally than most people, and rarely relied on intuition.

“Nothing. We’re only here to supervise the teacher in conducting a normal class meeting, so the students won’t be unsettled because of you and so our academy’s image won’t be damaged,” Busujima Yaeko said without the slightest mercy.

“So it’s you, is it? What, not beaten enough today? Want another round?” Lin Hao sneered.

“Since it’s an invitation from Clan Chief Gu, there’s naturally no reason not to go. When do we leave?” Chen Yi asked. After all, this was not the Gu family’s territory, so Chen Yi naturally assumed that Gu Chen intended to take him to the Ancient God Domain.

Sitting nearby, Tang Yan had initially tried to persuade Luo Xin when she saw her keep clinking glasses with Lin Yifeng, but later, when she realized that her words had had no effect at all, she simply stopped bothering with her.