Chapter Sixty-Three: The Third Round of the Comprehensive Competition

The examiner couldn't help but chuckle, "It seems this group failed to intercept."
To draw everyone's attention with such a grand spectacle while secretly pursuing their objective—it was a rather crude yet effective strategy. Not bad at all; the Stellar Fleet was in need of people with this kind of adaptability.
No wonder Li Huanyi recommended this candidate so highly—he was very satisfied.
Shen Lihan lowered his gaze and put away the memory stone. He had to admit, this Jiang Wangshu truly had some skill, worthy of Li Huanyi's notice.
At that moment, a part of Tianxuan's divided consciousness finally detected a strange fluctuation near the northwest corner of the entrance.
Nightfall turned her head, gazing at the earth elementalist who trembled and tried to flee but couldn't move. He looked pitiable indeed, but sympathy could be fatal, especially now.
"So that's all the courage you have?" Nightfall crooked her finger at Yuan Qi with open contempt. If she didn't provoke him, he would never take the initiative; the techniques in Tai Chi were all about responding, not attacking first.
Since his disappearance from the top lane, whether he tried to ambush mid or hide in the jungle, he hadn't succeeded once. Instead, the captain's growth surpassed his own by more and more.
As he stood up, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground, shattering with a crisp sound. Han Teng and the others' hearts pounded uncontrollably, filled with anxiety.
After contending with Moban for so many days, his replacement, Ye Chen, must have been driven to distraction by that troublesome city warden.
"If you can't merge with these basic spiritual items, how will you ever accept higher-tier alien flames in the future? This is precisely why alchemists have become so scarce," Qingjue said, a trace of sorrow crossing his flawless features, though for reasons unknown.
He shook his head, braced his foot in the stirrup, and sat firmly behind her. With a strong arm, he pulled her tight into his embrace, his chest pressed flush against her back, ignoring her stiff struggles. Let this serve, perhaps, as her punishment.
The great commotion outside also caught Qin Zhan's attention, especially since the source of the disturbance radiated four auras no weaker than his own.
At this point, she broke down in tears, and after regaining her composure, continued, "The child in Madam's womb couldn't possibly survive. Even if forced to give birth with medicine, it wouldn't live more than a day, and it would also harm the mother's health."
"Come rescue us? Ha! Did we hear that right?" Hua Qingyi remarked with biting sarcasm.
Sun Boyong, who had been holding back his temper, finally exploded. This was his beloved student. Hearing him personally admit to such an act, Sun Boyong was truly furious.
Bai Sheng lost all composure, fighting as he retreated, barely able to defend himself, let alone strike back.
When Huang Changsheng reached a stone, he signaled to Zhang Cuihua, telling her to stay alert—he had discovered a Japanese army canteen.
At such close range, under the assault of five ghost-headed warships, even the Sky Demon warship could no longer withstand the attack.
She opened her eyes wide, staring unblinkingly at Hades. Her voice trembled as she sought confirmation from him again, wondering if she had misheard due to her own excitement.
The sound of the conch grew clearer, the horn itself shining with a brilliant, multicolored light, quite a wondrous sight. Accompanied by the rhythm of the conch, the natural glow of the mountains and forests at the world's edge intensified, as if called forth by the music and echoing the horn's radiance.
With the New Year approaching and the officials insisting they stay, Xuanzang and his companions could not refuse such hospitality, and so remained in the city’s guesthouse, spending the most luxurious Spring Festival of their lives.
Seeing Hua Qingyi so forthright, Yan Guhong felt a bit puzzled but raised his voice: "Since Brother Hua says so, I am honored. Come, let me toast you!" As he spoke, Yan Guhong poured a cup of wine and downed it in one gulp.