Chapter 405: Infiltrating the Galaxy Group

Luo Wusheng rose uncharacteristically early, slipping out of her quarters and preparing to depart before either Ye Qingjue or the Ghost-Faced Ancient Jade could notice; she had already instructed Zhang Chi, the carriage driver, the previous evening that they would be leaving ahead of schedule.

It was little wonder that Wang Xirui had failed to win the approval of Master Cheng for so long, and that he had grudgingly agreed to the marriage only two years after the birth of their son.

She had initially wanted to declare that none of them should ever hope to marry Zheng Yanzhong, as only Sister Ruojin was worthy of him, but with Jian Xing's family present, she chose to hold her tongue on the matter.

Yet the moment his spiritual awareness rippled outward, a flicker of excitement involuntarily surfaced on Su Mu's face; for as a piercing pain shot through his thigh, the two figures froze on the spot, trembling like reflections in a lake, their forms blurring and thinning as if they were about to vanish entirely.

"Slow down and let me look first! If Yanyan isn't properly dressed and you catch sight of her, it will be the death of me!" The headmaster gasped for breath, clinging to the banister, yet he could do nothing to restrain Cheng Yanzhong.

"Rest assured, Auntie, we haven't decided on the location of the house yet; we are waiting for you to come and help us choose," Wen Wan said smoothly, catching the hint as she felt Duan Ke's grip tighten around her hand.

"Well? Is your husband handsome or what?" Duan Si spun around proudly in front of Xie Wen, then turned to her with an inquiring gaze.

The first period this morning was English, a subject that held absolutely nothing new for Zhang Yanzhong, who had already passed the TOEFL exam; moreover, the college entrance examination was practically irrelevant to him, as he had no intention of attending university anyway.

"I share that sensation; I have a feeling that our target is very close to us, as if we have just brushed past each other," the other man clad in black remarked.

The vibrations deepened from a faint tremor, steadily quickening in tempo. Sensing the anomaly, Meng Que attempted to recoil, but the very instant he thought to pull back, a supreme and absolute suction force erupted from the square section of the stone tablet, pinning his fingers to the surface so firmly that no amount of pulling could wrench them free.

Falling ill alongside Madam Luo was the Dowager Madam—the fact that a daughter of their own house had been wed as a concubine was a profound disgrace to a family of the Cents' standing, a blow that left the Dowager Madam despondent and bedridden.

Nearly three hundred soldiers formed into neat ranks, following Zong Jiashan directly toward the inner gates of the island. Wang Yongshi wished to intervene, but he knew full well that with the meager forces at his disposal, he could not hope to obstruct them.

His mind was already a tangled mess, for he truly could not fathom what connection the treasures of the Athena Secret Realm could possibly have with Halloween.

In that very moment, in that fleeting breath of time, her entire world narrowed to the singular figure before her eyes; the three feet of solid ice within her heart dissolved under a single drop of his hot blood, tears brimmed in her eyes, and her heart flew away with his grand yet helpless form as it drifted into the distance.

With every stride of the colossal Titan, the earth trembled faintly beneath its weight; staring at that engine of war which had decimated half the city and wrought such staggering casualties, Lao Wang, Lao Xia, the intelligence agents of various nations, and all those humans who styled themselves the lords of creation silently bowed their proud heads.

Through a process of continuous simplification, wherein all impractical elements were stripped away, what ultimately remained was a weapon that resembled a crossbow far more than an electromagnetic railgun.

In accordance with the established order, he set out the tea or coffee favored by each of the five young masters, arranging the pastries precisely according to the rules.

The school was in its infancy, having only just begun its construction; a bathhouse was slated for this corner, a gymnasium for that one, and a grand dining hall for another.

"Is he really that formidable? Well, then I'll just have to see precisely how grand he is. Here, bring your ear closer," Bai Ke said, glancing back at Guan Feier, whose back was turned to them, before beckoning Tan Ji over.

In truth, he had discerned many things from the man's countenance the previous day and had intended to remain silent, but perhaps out of a sense of shared misfortune, he ultimately altered his mind.

Upon emerging, Song Yu first cast a glance at the light screen, his expression souring slightly when he discovered he was not in first place. However, when his gaze fell upon Liao Chen, he shot him a cold, disdainful look. Liao Chen paid him no heed, keeping his eyes fixed instead on the ninth light screen, which displayed the name of Xia Huailiang.

Lord Eighteen was the most senior elder in the entire clan; though he rarely concerned himself with the daily affairs of the village, any rustle of wind or movement of grass—particularly regarding the clan or the ancestral hall—would be reported to him by someone in the village at the very first opportunity.

The towering silhouette of Whitebeard cast its shadow into the vision of everyone in the Whitebeard Pirates; that entirely unblemished back stood as proof that this man had never once turned to flee from an enemy, embodying the dignity and might of a sovereign of the seas.

Di Yuge watched as Lvluo straightened her spine, raised her hand in a crisp salute, and looked at him with steadfast eyes; a wave of warmth surged through his chest as a tide of affection rushed toward her.

"But if my identity is exposed once I venture outside, I am certain to be captured. Do you possess the power to shield me?" the Nine-Headed Lion countered.

Yang Qizu bowed low in compliance, and then, with another shift of his footwork, the seals of his hands transformed; with a gentle tap, an invisible breeze swept past, and all those lying upon the ground began slowly to stir awake once more.

For this Cold Moon Spirit-Severing Art comprised six tiers in total; according to the words of Tian Lingzi, only when he had cultivated it to the sixth tier—attaining full mastery—could he unlock the subsequent phase of the inheritance and claim greater benefits.

Gongsun Li glanced back at Baili Shouyue, who had taken a step back to grant her room to maneuver; then, looking upon the righteous indignation written on the faces of the crowd, she drew a deep breath, brandished her red paper umbrella, and charged forward.

Paying no heed to the others whose minds were already thrown into utter chaos, Yang Dou breathed a sigh of relief as he looked upon the completed framework; it was not yet finished, for he still had one final task to perform—to sing?!

He stood in dire need of proper rest now; after scanning his surroundings and finding no trace of any pursuers, he closed his eyes to make the most of his time to recuperate.

Suddenly, a startled shriek echoed from within the house; the hulking man must have discovered the carcass of the she-wolf. Long Fei scrambled frantically to his feet and turned to flee. He was no match for the man, and it was better to escape now and find others to settle the score later.

The boy's eyes lit up, and as he praised Yun Maoruo, he poured her another glass. He was no ordinary youth either, hailing from a family of some substance, which had allowed him to establish a bit of a reputation in the outside world. Indeed, he was not alone; everyone who had gathered today came from well-to-do households. Otherwise, Gao Tingting would not have gone out of her way to invite these particular individuals.

Those distant spirits of the night sky, scattered in countless numbers across the vast expanse of heaven, slowly blinked their eyes, blinking onward into the dark.

Chen Cheng surmised that these individuals must form a cohesive band, and from the pervasive aura of slaughter that clung to them, it was evident they had taken many lives upon this third floor; since that was the case, there was no need for him to show any semblance of courtesy.