Volume One, Chapter 64: Trending, Then Not

In just half a day, the news that the art teacher had met privately with a student's parent shot into the top ten trending searches on Weibo, but after a few minutes, it disappeared without a trace.

Mu Feng scanned the area with his divine sense and discovered extremely powerful presences atop each mountain peak—beings who had already surpassed the level of Divine King. According to his knowledge, this was the pinnacle of human cultivation: the Martial Sovereign.

The guards of the Qing Residence were all intermediate to high-level Martial Saints, well equipped and formidable in combat. For a time, the two opposing forces were locked in a fierce battle, evenly matched with no clear victor.

Among all the titled generals, his long hair was the most striking, white and flowing, lending him an air of aged gravitas.

The group, all seasoned soldiers, naturally understood that if Xiao Mo and his companions rushed in directly, it would be nothing short of suicide. Each man encouraged his peers as best he could. Wolves were known for their vengefulness, cunning, and ferocity, but in the end, they were still animals, guided by their instinct to prey on the weak and fear the strong. As Xiao Mo and his team rode and shot from horseback, many wolves fell into their trap.

Xiao Mo took out the village blueprint, gave it a cursory glance, and put it back in his pack. After casting a glance at those who still lacked the strength to move, he turned to leave.

That sentence, Hu Ling nearly shouted. Lan Shu was her sister—not by blood, but their bond surpassed even that of true siblings.

On a distant hillside, hidden by trees and brush, Gao Changgong, Yuan Yi, and Xu You watched the Xing army. The night was too dark to see their situation clearly, but by the state of their torches, they could roughly estimate the enemy's numbers.

"Alright, Changzi, no need for too many words of thanks—I’ll make sure you’re properly rewarded. Come back, and I’ll throw you a celebration banquet," I said cheerfully over the phone. Liu Chang had truly helped us out this time. Now, Xiong Baiwan and Qu Yi likely won’t be able to get married.

"Lin, there’s one more thing I have to tell you," Chen Minghua remembered something else.

When I opened the door, the police immediately cuffed my hands, then produced that same photo of my back I’d seen before, and asked if it was me.

The mysterious master was about to strike again, but suddenly, the wyvern beneath him shuddered violently and plunged straight toward the ground.

It was from this moment that the earlier tension and fear began to subside. The old monk must have been absolutely certain—though it was hard to say how, Bai Haonan just knew that as long as the old monk sat there, there was nothing to fear.

A sharp crack resonated. No one knew how much time had passed before a thin fissure appeared in the thick celestial skull, which was then shattered by a torrent of energy, and he was lost within it.

"It’s all because of you, young master," Shadow One said with a sly wink. "If they didn’t have dirt on them in your hands, do you think they’d be so obedient?"

With this thought, Ye Han immediately activated the Mountain-moving Formation and transferred the icy pool into the Tower Master's space.

But since she knew Chu Luoyi wouldn’t die, she might as well use this opportunity to secure a higher position for herself. Although she had altered her own fate, some things ultimately depended on one’s actions.

Yi Fan sighed inwardly at the complexity of human nature, which was so difficult to fathom. He shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it, since he had no intention of interfering anyway.

If not for the guidance of a few young fine-steel dwarves, even standing right in front of the crevice, Jia Jing and his group would never have noticed the rift hidden in the pitch darkness.

Earlier he had discovered by chance that Ouyang Qiancheng’s men had actually made contact with Jiang Yuer. If his suspicions were correct, Ouyang Qiancheng must be well aware of the current situation in Northern Yan—and perhaps even knew his own true identity.