Chapter 47: The Spirit Expansion Array

Jiang Wangshu had no intention of arguing with these people. She walked a bit farther away, revealing her upper body.

“From today onward, I’ll explain a small formation and a minor spell each day. Anyone interested can give it a try.”

A few sparse viewers sent fleeting comments across the screen, all of them curses.

“Jiang Wangshu deserves a miserable end.”

“There’s no point listening to anything someone so filthy has to say.”

“Keep boasting if you like, but the real Jiang Wangshu is a sword cultivator, not one to explain petty formations…”

It wasn’t that she was narrow-minded; it was just that, thinking of the future, knowing there was nothing left she excelled at to compare with Qi Ren, she suddenly felt a wave of panic.

“Good, let’s hope there won’t be such foolish questions in the future. Everyone, head to the destination bus—move at a run!” Lei turned and waved his hand, calling out.

In the very center of the flowerbeds, a man in a white robe sat on the ground, his treasured sword planted beside him. Because he was turned sideways to the window, Yun Weiyang couldn’t see his features clearly, only the faint, gentle smile that curved at the corner of his lips.

She gave a low cry, but suddenly warmth spread across her back. A gentle current of warmth seeped into her, quietly nourishing her aching meridians.

The swan froze at his words, feeling an even colder aura emanating from him. She gripped the needle in her hand tightly, bracing herself. She knew perfectly well that if he struck, she wouldn’t even have a chance to fight back—but still, she was determined to try.

But if she invited all the teachers in the office, Zhang Jingyi would have a much harder time refusing.

“The path of life and death is a difficult choice—it’s time for you to decide,” the great maw intoned.

Mingxi’s adorably dazed expression made Shen Tu Yuntian burst out laughing, unable to hold back, and Shen Yin couldn’t help but smile as well.

In the underworld, cutting off one’s own fingers meant crippling one’s martial skills and withdrawing from the underground world—essentially severing one’s means of survival.

The Society was one of the earliest alliances founded at Longteng Academy, and now among the strongest. Its members were countless, with a strict hierarchy. There were no fewer than three Elders alone.

“Grandpa, I brought you something delicious!” Xixi raised the little white bag in her hand, her face beaming. She’d almost completed her goal of climbing the stairs on her own, but just a few steps from the top, she was scooped into her grandfather’s arms.

On Mo Xiaojun’s side, she actually had some tasks arranged for Mo Fei, such as meeting the new producer assigned by the company.

She had Erlang speak to Wang Runqing, then said to the Princess of Runan, “With the great victory in Dian, Prince Runan will return with the army. The Crown Prince and Dalang will stay a while longer.” Since her sons married, Xie Zhi only called them by their childhood names in private; in public, she used their titles—they were adults now.

“Official duties matter, but you must also take care of your health,” Wei Xu remarked politely.

This was confidence—true confidence. Cuiyu Court gave Guhe Tian Si and Lihua the chance to perform, and would respect their effort, sitting quietly to enjoy their performance.

Previously, people referred to Tanaka Qiu rather rudely; now, everyone used affectionate names.

SNS was in an uproar, a string of question marks flooding the screen. Qiangzi’s excitement was so palpable it seemed to leap out from the display.

Xie Zhi glanced at the situation within the city and said to Feng Rong, “Let’s keep moving—head for Huaihuang.” Yuyi Town was unsafe. If the army pressed in and they weren’t admitted, they’d be doomed. It was better to set out for Huaihuang now; when they arrived and revealed their identities, they’d surely be let in.

Heqin was in the far north of Xicang, bordering Yongzhou, which was now occupied by enemy forces. War raged, life was precarious, and farming was impossible.

Although Hua Buer had followed his master out of the Buddhist order, it was only due to differences in doctrine; he remained closely tied to the Buddhist world.