Chapter 922: Trouble at Home and Unexpected Meetings

Monkey was tossed out in clean, fresh green shorts, but when it came back, it was grimy, its fur smeared with eye gunk and snot, mosquito bites swelling on its body, and scratches from thorny branches. It clung tightly to Er’s neck, eyes wide with fear and uncertainty as it stared at Xia Qing.

Xia Qing stood still, shovel in hand, quietly watching Er.

Old Goat, who’d had his fill of potato leaves, squinted and glared at Monkey for upsetting his little brother.

After Ye Shanghan left school, Chen Yanmei and Wang Yinsha started openly dating. Their relationship was the talk of the campus, something everyone knew and whispered about. So, not only did recent hires like Chen Banxia, but even longtime teachers and students like Chen Senlin and Ye Yongchun assumed Ye Shanghan quit because of heartbreak.

You seemed distracted, not joining in the lively chatter or jumping into the discussions like before, barely touching your favorite sesame flatbread.

That’s right. My plan never was to take you down. All I wanted was to awaken the hero you swallowed when I was at my weakest.

The middle-aged man paced the room anxiously, casting repeated glances at the pigeon as if trying to communicate with it, clearly awaiting something important.

Just climbing up the city wall took ages. When I finally got up there, I was stunned—this wall was ridiculously wide, easily enough for two carriages to ride side by side with a meter or two to spare. Crowds had gathered to enjoy the view. Outside the city, a giant rabbit shaped from clouds crouched several miles away, so lifelike it was like a masterpiece.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t mind if you gave me a third chance… as long as your siblings are cool with it,” Sun Fei said with a mischievous grin.

Li Xueyi listened to Li Yu and said nothing more. He knew this guy could pull it off with ease, and truthfully, he couldn’t care less who took the throne—it had nothing to do with him. In the end, he told Li Yu the Amazons had a complete overhaul and the air force was now up and running.

“This is just the first round of evaluations. If there’s a second or even third test, our results will only improve. We might hit a perfect score yet!” Hannibal protested.

Sun Fei wasn’t the type to believe in some fixed definition of good and evil—he figured good people could do bad things and vice versa. In short, that Scorpion Youth left him both angry and amused.

The mysterious old man with white hair; savior of countless worlds; yet even now, he still couldn’t defeat the ancient soul remnant. He once claimed this was just a projection of himself, leaving one to wonder—just how powerful was his true form? Was he as strong as the Eastern Ancestor, Chiyan, or maybe even the Dragon God, Yanlong?

At the entrance stood an archway, decorated with black and white chess pieces spelling out ‘Chess Street.’ But even the arch itself was a low-level chess formation.

—So just live your life to the fullest. Die Die eventually died, and the method was as bizarre as ever.

“Tu Ming, stop—right now!” Long Xiaotian’s face twitched as he rushed over and dragged Tu Ming behind him.

“Hahaha, no worries. I may be old, but I’m not senile,” Grandpa Chiyo laughed heartily.

Ye Xiao let out a deep howl and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, which turned into a black mist, spreading into a swamp that covered several hundred meters around and trapped everyone from the Holy Sword Sect.

“If I’m not mistaken, he was worried that because of me, you and Ye Zixuan would develop some doubts about each other. He wanted me to clear the air myself and see how I’d react.”

Standing still feels like the story’s stuck at a fixed length, huh? Standing still feels like the story’s stuck at a fixed length, huh? Haha.

Chu Zifeng’s anger hadn’t faded when he stomped hard, sending himself flying backward. Night Xuan, Xie Tianen and the others stood by dumbfounded, while Lin Yu and Su Mu looked on as if nothing had happened.

Even though it was the end of January, the bitter chill lingered in the air. Mufeng, bare-chested, braved the icy wind, practicing the ‘Purple Light’ technique over and over.