116, The Old Home in the County Town

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This time, the shadow's layup was directly blocked head-on by GL! The entire arena erupted in astonishment, followed by a chorus of boos.
Ning Fuchen raised his hand with a gesture, and the Primordial Spirit Pearl slowly floated into his palm. It carried a certain warmth—though Ning Fuchen merely felt it as warmth; in reality, it was a temperature capable of melting steel.
Originally, the deputy director had intended to discreetly communicate with Lin Fan, hoping to subtly express that such incidents should not happen again. They truly could not afford to make a fool of themselves. But upon seeing Lin Fan’s relaxed smile, the deputy director’s carefully prepared words were swallowed back into his heart.
Not only did the young ladies laugh, even Ye Qingjue, who was sipping tea in the outer lounge, was amused and shook his head slightly.
He had once been an obscure scion of the Jin family, only gaining promotion opportunities after the clan took control of Mo City. Being stationed at the city gate was his greatest benefit, and his income had increased substantially.
Suddenly, the water pool before the two rippled; the once calm surface stirred and gathered, forming a humanoid figure made of water, though its facial features remained indistinct.
After confirming his parents were safe and sound, Ning Fuchen left the Peach Blossom Secret Realm. It was time to fully investigate the whereabouts of the Primordial Spirit Pearl. But before that, there was one more matter he needed to attend to.
“Yes, exactly for this reason. They have trained for several seasons before seeing results; sacrificing one warm-up match is no big deal,” Coach Long said.
“Mm-hmm, sister, you must come find me,” Wei Yu said pitifully, looking at Jiang Xinyu. Unaware observers might think Jiang Xinyu was about to abandon her.
Fortunately, Zhao Mingqing’s mindset was strong and his faith unwavering. No matter how much speculation circulated online, he firmly believed that what he and his teacher were doing was right.
The group sped along, arriving at the Huaihe Ferry as the sun set. The ferry had ceased operation for the day. Zhang San hesitated over whether to stay overnight in a nearby town before crossing the river. In the distance, a fishing boat rowed closer.
Before speaking, he recalled the words of a mysterious figure who had warned him earlier.

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Since morning, Chen Yi had only a belly full of last night’s alcohol—nothing else, not even a piece of cake to settle his stomach. Now, after engaging in such intense exercise, he was utterly exhausted.
In Mist City, they added Sichuan pepper and salt to their glutinous rice cakes. Zhou You was unlucky enough to bite into a peppercorn in his cake, causing tears and a runny nose.
“Wilson, what the hell did you do!? How did Gulick die?” Ferry also saw the corpse and questioned Wilson sharply.
“Soy milk powder means you ate his stuff,” Song Guyan shot a glare at Zhang Xiangling.
As they were speaking, suddenly someone was struck and flew in a parabolic arc, landing near Baochun.
Zhang San knew that Sister Yang often visited Fengxi Nunnery to see her. He also knew his brothers worried that Shuang’er’s return might affect Zhang San’s fortune. But Zhang San could prove nothing at the moment. Fortunately, things had not worsened. All he could do now was accept the current situation.
For him, university might not matter much due to his connections, but for Sky, it would definitely determine the rest of his life.
Nodding, Hao Yu waved his hand and gathered the items inside the cave before leaping out first.
“Brother Lu, are you alright?” As Lu Fei entered the back courtyard of the trading post, Shen Jie circled around Zilian Peak and approached him.
Judging from the energy fluctuations, these monsters were not very strong but not weak either. Most were at the Celestial Immortal realm, with two somewhat stronger ones reaching the early Gold Immortal stage. However, these two did not move—only watching coldly from the side.
A large group of cultivators surged forward through the sky, hard to go unnoticed! Naturally, some bold and trouble-seeking ordinary cultivators followed at a distance, watching from afar.
Fingers interlaced behind his back, Mo Ji paced forward. Upon reaching the doorway, he turned back, his face full of confusion.

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Hui Zhu felt slightly reassured upon hearing the palace attendant’s report from the Forbidden City. She instructed the attendant to continue monitoring movements within one kilometer and report any incidents, then relaxed her vigilance and comfortably resumed her daily life.
Ye Huang had no choice but to reach out to him, then turned to leave. At that moment, a part of her previously hidden behind the vanity table came into Mo Ji’s view, stunning him instantly.
Wang Zheng frowned, asking if he was afraid. From the beginning until now, Xie Chen had shown no fear. That was because even if Xie Chen could feel fear, in the end, it was not his place to resolve matters. Xie Chen was a better strategist than any good planner.
The noise grew closer. From the sounds, two cultivators were chasing each other here, one following the other. They dashed urgently while exchanging blows, occasionally pausing to trade attacks. The lively skirmish attracted the attention of many passing cultivators.
Huo Xiyu’s body shivered slightly; she gave an awkward dry laugh. Ye Huang, indifferent, turned and entered the pavilion, then leaned on the railing to gaze at the pool below.
Before Feng Mo could make a move, Huo Tong twitched her wrist, lifted her chin disdainfully at Feng Mo, then beckoned him with a finger.
Such habits and ways of thinking had indeed been imprinted into my very marrow—intoxicating and painful alike.
He had previously consulted Master Luo and learned that Qian Yun suffered from the Ice Soul Vein deficiency and could no longer practice martial arts. Hence, Qian Yun was arranged to enter the Hall of Fame as a sweeper. Such a person who could not cultivate martial arts was not given much attention.