Substitute Teaching

Her talent for alchemy had once been affirmed by a master of the Pill Sect. Now, after twenty years, in the art of alchemy she had only ever been bested by that fellow named Lin Nan—and that, too, was under the pretense of Lin Nan’s trickery. If they were to compete again, Su Ran truly did not believe she would lose.

Lin Xue dragged her luggage, exhausted and pouting, her cheeks slightly puffed on either side, making her look exceptionally adorable.

“Hahaha, it’s alright, don’t treat me as some sort of master, it’s too formal. Just think of us as friends. I’m also visiting Chang’an for the first time and want to learn about many things—only you two can fill me in,” Bai Chu said kindly.

Therefore, Yu Ji’s plan was simply to exhaust every effort to wound the Tree Demon Matriarch. Though the Five Decays of Heaven and Man had been postponed, the sword still hung above her head.

Qiniang wiped her tears and looked at her sleeping child. She put on her hood, her face growing resolute.

Acheng was momentarily speechless. Xiao Shan stepped forward to comfort him, patting his shoulder, then pulled out a prescription and handed it to Lin Kexin.

This was Da Qiao’s background. Originally, on the day she was to be offered as tribute, as the bride of the sea, Da Qiao would summon furious winds and gigantic waves, displaying her magical talent in full. Then she would meet the man who symbolized sunlight—Sun Ce. Yet Bai Chu’s appearance utterly disrupted the history of the King’s Continent.

My body began to heat up, strands of thread-like energy constantly flying out from me, wrapping around my body.

Song Qing suddenly thought of Huo Sinian. “Right, let’s find Professor Huo!” She took out her phone, only to realize she didn’t have Huo Sinian’s contact information.

Her expression was somewhat anxious, glancing frequently at Lin Nan, then at the pill furnace. Half an incense stick’s time was at most fifteen minutes—if she didn’t act soon, she would truly fail spectacularly. How would she face the Su family then?

He Qingchuan also stood up and spoke. The three settled the bill and left the restaurant, heading to a secluded spot. Li Yang and Bai Qiu watched He Qingchuan depart on his sword.

The traffic of ghosts in the Underworld was considerable, but from his gaze I knew he recognized me and intended to make things difficult.

Just after the battle, Zu Yao’s white glow faded. Like a cotton strip soaked in water, his body collapsed, utterly drained.

“We need to go to Forest Hill for a task. I’ll explain more along the way,” Jige said.

Turning, she glanced at Qiao Jiaying, who wore an elegant smile, clearly anticipating her evening date with Qin Hao.

Cheng Yaojin muttered to himself for a while, then stopped thinking about it, for as the battle was about to begin, he truly had no mind for such matters.

A flash of white light—Shimada suddenly lost his vision, feeling only that a shadow flew toward him in his dazed state.

Lu Ping watched him walk away before collecting his smile, hands clasped behind him, gazing at the bright moon in the sky, lost in thought.

To suffer two attacks in less than a month, both so overwhelming, was far beyond her expectations—especially since the previous victory hadn’t served as any deterrent. This was something she had never anticipated.

Past eleven, a muffled thunder sounded outside the window—not loud, but so sudden that Xin Yuan shuddered, setting her computer aside, walking to the bed to draw the heavy curtains.

Though she didn’t know why, Lu Jin’s gaze upon her this time was free from that gloomy, terrifying feeling.

Clearly, the others knew that Young Master Li was no ordinary man, and agreed with Song Xiangqian’s words.

While he was comparing notes, Chen Shao relayed the information found on Zhao Qiang and Sun Qi.

She was, after all, the old woman’s daughter-in-law, and didn’t want to recount those sordid, shameful matters to her.

As for drawing lots, anyone who’s studied probability knows it’s just a matter of chance—how much can mysticism really add?

Hearing that the sword was worth two thousand taels, Song Chuhuai worried she might damage it and have to pay compensation, so she quickly sheathed it and returned it to Shen Hanrui.

On ordinary days, there might not be a single chance to act for a whole month, but today, of all days, there were to be two consecutive actions.

Xin Yuan frowned as well, thinking that the remark had been far too trivial and commonplace, so he hadn’t paid it any mind.

For villagers in this era, awkward in expressing themselves, Liu Defu’s words were indeed striking, leaving everyone stunned.

After Ye Lingyu hung up, a smile appeared on his face. Since the other party dared to come directly to him, they must be fully confident of being able to kill Shang Mengqi—otherwise, they wouldn’t have reached out.

Though he didn’t know why the family placed such importance on this generation’s Swordbearer, he trusted they had their reasons.

“I won’t stick around—I’ll head back to the bureau. There might be more work this afternoon. If anything comes up, I’ll call!” Sunshine said, then took Bai Yu’s hand and gave some instructions before leaving.

My words brought a glimmer of hope to everyone. As long as we had a boat, everything could be managed. There was no time to waste, so I set aside rest, hoisted Zi Bing’er onto my back, while King Minuo rode the mutated python Qing—all three of us sped toward Zhonghua Island.

That remark directly addressed Boss Chen’s concern. He had always worried about it; state-run enterprises were indeed troublesome. Yet he merely smiled, giving no response.

While speaking, the wolf beast’s face showed a hint of smugness, as if confident that the stone he’d chosen was a sure bet.

After being affected by this, Yaya no longer felt like shopping. Wherever she went, people pointed and discussed behind her back—she didn’t yet have the strength of mind to ignore it. Still, her face showed clearly more smiles.

“Let’s not stand on ceremony—Brother Cai can decide!” Li Xiang was never interested in ordering food, and was happy to be carefree. The others, Yu Ducheng and An Hu, naturally had no objections.