Volume 1, Chapter 23: Can You Tell Them Apart?

I placed my breakfast casually on the dining table and sat down to chat with Cola. Liang Jing emerged, dressed, and without a word, walked over and sat beside me to eat.

The murmurs of the crowd grew increasingly louder, yet no one noticed Li Desi as he walked in slowly and whispered something into Gu Ruoyu’s ear.

"And then there is the most terrifying part, the mysterious duo..." Vivienne said, gazing at the three crystals before her.

The crowd at the entrance of Zhengyuan seemed to be growing, and the noise was becoming overwhelming. It was said that the families of some of the children had even come to make a scene; the situation was, in short, extremely troublesome. But this time we had to go out, and I, in particular, had no choice. Hiding in the company and remaining silent would only make those stirring up public opinion more arrogant.

"Stop!" Lan Hai was the first to sense that something was wrong. The atmosphere in the surroundings was far too eerie. We had been in this area for nearly an hour, yet we hadn't heard the chirping of a bird or the buzz of an insect. If not for the abundance of poisonous flora, there must be some powerful magical beast lurking nearby.

Abel defended himself in terror against Lan Hai’s ferocious, storm-like onslaught. However, whether intentional or not, Lan Hai did not damage any part of his body; otherwise, his arms and legs would have been severed long ago.

Mo Sheng used his hands to simply smooth out her hair before tying it up with a cord, winding it layer by layer. Occasionally, his hand would be too heavy and tug at her hair, but she didn't say a word. Once I tied the knot, she raised her hand to touch it before turning back to look at me, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Qin Zijia was the key, for Old Master Qin cared for him far more deeply than for all his other descendants combined.

Yuantong seemed not to care at all about the leaking force that the Heaven-Burning Furnace failed to absorb during the energy conversion. Standing with his hands behind his back, he exuded the aura of a monarch, leaving Li Qiang, who looked up at him, filled with involuntary awe.

He knew she would deflect his words with such nonchalance, brushing the subject aside and shifting the focus onto someone else so lightly.

The Dark Gold Yaksha’s combat technique was truly mediocre; he lacked the ability to dodge or even block with his steel fork. The sword’s radiance traced a bizarre trajectory, slicing directly across his body.

Yang Qi had always been a decisive person. Once she issued the order to rob, she gave everyone a quarter of an hour to prepare, then grabbed Wu Zhengfeng and set off together.

Li Jianfeng rarely visited the Chaotic Space, and he found it far more crowded and lively than during his previous visits. Feeling curious, he asked the person next to him about it.

In the final performance before the host appeared, a 3D light and shadow projection technology was used. This year, the role of the Spring Festival Gala host had been minimized, and the visual elements had been reduced. This final moment provided an opportunity for real people and virtual characters to perform together.

Moreover, his combat experience—or rather, his experience in life-or-death struggles—was terrifyingly rich. Even battle-hardened veterans who had crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the battlefield would have to concede. This allowed these martial arts techniques to reach their most perfect execution in his hands.

These filthy, disheveled, muscular thugs erupted into wolf-like howls the moment they charged into the convoy, jeering, mocking, and cursing at the people inside.

Furthermore, Lin Chen could provide an unlimited supply of evolutionary particles, so they didn't have to worry about this energy running out. As long as he had the power of evolution, Lin Chen could condense these particles at will, which was the essence of his strength.

His immense physical power and his status as a body refiner left a deep impression on the audience and the other contestants in the tournament.

Rivest specifically examined the materials airdropped by the gnomes. The fabric Xu Zheng used to sew the balloons was of superior quality; compared to common cloth, it was just as sturdy but lighter and finer. The weaving was clearly superior. Beyond that, there were few differences.

The ancients said that heroes are born in troubled times. During the period when this village resisted foreign invaders, the inhabitants developed physiques far stronger than the average person. Among them was a young man the village called their future—Huang Jiekai, who was rumored to have dared to fight a tiger at the age of ten, possessing truly extraordinary talent.

Yuan Shu’s ambition had expanded to its limit. He could not tolerate his subordinates opposing him; he had reached the point of madness.

Swimming closer, she realized this ship was unusually large. The anchor used to moor the ship was as large as her own body, and the iron chains were as thick as a strong man. The opening was several meters above the water, and the ship was crawling with patrols; there was no way to get on board secretly.

No one answered him, save for the thunderous sound of stone chains. Almost instantly, the chains moved to protect Elder Yue and Yue Ye.

If things went this way, provided she coordinated well with Ye Jinmu, they might be able to find the whereabouts of Aunt Su and the others.

Nine-Girl looked a bit dazed. She didn't understand what this stinky monk meant by holding up a single finger.

"I'm fine!" Xing Tairan waved his hand. There was still so much to do; there wasn't even time to grieve.

In her heart, there was no need to change the Wind Wing Academy. True experts were hidden among the common folk. Gong Yizun’s desire to strengthen the country through the academy made her laugh at his naivety, yet in the eyes of the world, Wind Wing Academy was already a top-tier institution, and one could not mock them for being narrow-minded.

The other dragons around were the same; within such intricate stone structures, the bodies of the dragon race were far more agile.

The moon was bright and the stars sparse; seeing that they were about to reach the Shaolin Temple, Jiang Baiyou rode over on his horse.

As soon as these words were spoken, Lin Hong and Lang Ya were stunned at first, then Lin Hong covered his mouth while Lang Ya clutched his stomach, laughing until he doubled over.

To Li Xun’s perception, even though she was the host, she spoke very little, constantly listening to Gu Yin and the others arguing.

Huang Juan and Wang Yiheng were the same type of people—towering figures who stirred up the winds and clouds. Wang Yiheng had once clearly expressed his ambitions to Yuan Zhenxia regarding Huang Juan. What was he, a mere psychiatrist, in comparison?

Most importantly, once he had used the auction house, it would likely be ruined, so why bother wasting the effort?

With the click of the closing door, Sui Piaoyun quietly shed tears. Suddenly remembering something, she hurriedly pulled out her phone.

Yan Yan and Yu Liang were both "nobodies," so it didn't matter what they did; this match had no impact on them at all. They wandered toward the court.