Chapter 37: Selecting the Target

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Is this fundamentally a problem with the school, the teacher, or the educational system itself?

The Eight-Tribulation Sword Immortal glanced at Tianjizi with a stoic expression. He knew this man’s temperament all too well; if there were no profit to be made, would he have been so generous as to come and assist him?

Some things are better left unremembered, for the more one dwells on them, the gloomier one becomes. Fortunately, he was a master of self-regulation.

After all, one must fuse the five primordial elements—the Exotic Fire, the Wood of the First Origin, the Breathing Soil, the Heavy Water, and the Geng Metal—to create life within a grotto-heaven. Unless there is a specific purpose, few high-level cultivators would waste their time searching for them.

In most other immortal sects, the vast majority of cultivation methods require one to battle the demons of slumber, cherishing time to forge ahead with fierce diligence.

A cultivator’s progress is inseparable from the essence of heaven and earth. Advancing from the major realm of the Golden Core to the major realm of the Immortal Terrace naturally imposes requirements on the cultivator, but it also imposes requirements on their environment.

Wei Wushuang could not help but knit his brows tightly. He understood Mo Guiyuan’s current state perfectly, so he held Gu Luoqian firmly, preventing her from moving, terrified that she might fall into Mo Guiyuan’s grasp and have her spiritual energy and life force drained away.

"Miss An, these were left by your friends. They said it was a surprise for you." Mother Yu smiled as she placed breakfast on the table.

As he was silently reciting to himself, an imposing-looking proctor walked toward him.

Especially during those three years spent attempting to create spirit-sigil arrays, he had barely stopped for a moment. As the saying goes, constant practice leads to natural mastery, and extreme proficiency births divine insight. After so many days and nights of trial and practice, it would be strange if Han Xiao’s ability to condense energy into sigils had not reached a miraculous level.

Upon opening the door and seeing a handsome young man she did not recognize, the smile on her face grew even brighter, and she subconsciously licked her scarlet lips with her tongue.

Seeing Song Mian quietly retreat to the side and sit on the lawn, Lu Heting also had his students step back a few paces, patiently answering his questions.

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Irun eventually completed his task, dismantling an energy stabilizer from the abandoned elemental pool in the energy room at the very bottom of the mage tower.

He cursed inwardly, knowing that he only saw Irun as a deep-pocketed mark and hoped to squeeze out some money by leveraging their tenuous connection of mutual aid, especially since the Papero City Night Watch branch’s budget was currently very tight for various reasons.

A quick turn of the mind told him that the screaming in the streets ahead had stopped—not because the demons had ceased their rampage, but because the civilians and common soldiers in that area were already mostly dead.

Back in his room, Irun sat in his chair, deep in thought. He placed great importance on the academy’s organizational affairs; several plans depended on it, and since the students were the empire’s next generation of elites, currying favor early on was an investment that would never result in a loss.

His numb heart began to ripple, and memories from his previous life flooded his mind.

"If anyone has been taking advantage of anyone these years, it has been us three families taking advantage of Third Brother! Third Brother, take back that acre of land from our second branch; do not refuse, it is rightfully yours." With that, she returned to her room.

After Hani was beaten to within an inch of his life by his own kin, the head of the Robert family knelt down with all his clansmen, humbly swearing to become a vassal family to the Donald clan.

Before them stood a dignified middle-aged man in yellow robes. Though his expression seemed gentle, he possessed a powerful, natural air of authority—the aura of kingship.

The mountain road was treacherous to drive at night, and Shu Wan drove slowly. It was midnight by the time she arrived at Shu Family Village.

Vadim and the KBR operative immediately snapped to attention, quickly raising their rifles to aim at the "Devil's Shadow."

Seeing Qi Tong leave in a fit of rage, Shu Wan realized she perhaps shouldn't have told him so much about Xu Cheng, nor with such deep emotion. Yet, having come to view him as a life partner, she naturally did not avoid sharing her thoughts with him. She glanced at her watch; it was still early.

Chu Xichen was stunned by this sudden turn of events. Could it be that he was willing to be with her, which was why he let her help him cook?

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"No! Kill me, torture me, do whatever you want, but I will not allow you to hurt my child!" Xue'er screamed.

From start to finish, Zhen Di had not seen Qin Jiang. Recalling that Qin Jiang had fainted the previous day, Zhen Di inquired of the only person who knew the truth.

"Uh, no, I'm not feeling well today, so I won't go tonight," Yun Fa'er said with a smile.

Yun Fa'er: "I haven't seen her since noon." Her tone grew increasingly anxious and filled with complaint.

Indeed, the moment Goron’s thought landed, a long sword suddenly appeared above Di’s head, thrusting straight toward his crown.

At this thought, Tang Feng waved his hand, and a swarm of Blood-Sucking Forbidden Gu shot toward the wall. These were master blood-drinkers, and their reproductive capacity was terrifying; if not plucked from the body, they could multiply into dozens within seconds.

With a sound of air being violently torn asunder, Tang Feng’s Ni Cang War Blade emerged from the void at a bizarre angle, instantly striking the Dantian of the Venerable Cloud Soul.

The Demonic Cult was powerful, and Yao Ping'an was the highest-cultivated person present besides Lin Shiyu. If he wanted to leave, no one dared to say a word.

Even if one were to set aside the matter of whether Xu Yiqing had any desire to compete, would Lin Qiulian be foolish enough to wear the expensive gown Xu Yiqing had gifted her to an event where Xu Yiqing was appearing, just to overshadow her?