This son of a shadowy figure, Su Qingfeng, why is he so outstanding?
I can’t figure it out at all.
Grrgle!
Suddenly, Yan Chenyun’s stomach started cramping for no reason.
The primordial power within him had a restless urge.
Damn it.
How did I suddenly get diarrhea at this crucial mont?
I clearly haven’t eaten anything.
No way!
There’s poison in the little can of tea...
"General, the entire army is waiting for your orders."
A vice admiral walked over, looking gravely at Yan Chenyun.
"Hmm."
Yan Chenyun’s face was as black as coal.
Even for a Ninth Grade, encountering such a situation, it was hard to endure.
"General, are you alright? Are you poisoned?"
The vice admiral quickly supported Yan Chenyun’s arm, shaking him back and forth.
Yan Chenyun wanted to kill him.
Don’t shake, damn it! Shake any more and I can’t hold it in, this is humiliating!
A dignified general, losing control in both ways, how can I live on like this?
"You guys, co over and see if the general is poisoned."
Unconvinced, the vice admiral quickly called out.
Instantly, other vice admirals also ca over, shaking his arm back and forth.
"Yan Chenyun, just wait, I’ll kill you sooner or later."
Luckily, Qing Tu was the first to retreat his troops.
He couldn’t not retreat, if he didn’t this ti, even the city lords might rebel.
"I’ll head back to the Wet Ghost Tower first."
Yan Chenyun couldn’t hold it anymore; he ignited his Qi Blood and shook the vice admirals away. Then, with a flash, he returned to the Wet Ghost Tower, hurriedly heading to the restroom.
Damn those two shadowy figures, steal two cans of your tea leaves, and you still poison them.
From now on, I’ll only drink my own.
"Su Yue, you..."
In the army, the once highly regarded Du Jing’s Book was instantly drowned in the noisy crowd.
Victory.
Everyone shouted, everyone embraced, everyone cheered.
This ti, humanity fought a battle that was a counterattack from a desperate situation.
They couldn’t help but feel joyful and excited.
Of course, 95% of the topics people discussed were about Su Yue.
The remaining 5% was about the Cangyuan Sixth Camp... and Su Yue.
Du Jing’s Book, having tirelessly fought back to capture a cartload of source minerals, instantly beca a trivial matter, as insignificant as sesa seeds, not worth rembering.
He hated it.
Su Yue, you despicable bastard, why are you everywhere?
A hundred carts of source minerals, are you a Demon Master!
Did you conjure them?
Du Jing’s Book felt as if his lungs were about to explode.
His mind suddenly recalled the phrase: "Since there is Yuh, why also be born as Liang."
What cri did I, Du Jing’s Book, commit to encounter a beast like you?
"Du Jing’s Book, it’s said that you and Su Yue have had so disputes in the past, now seeing him so outstanding, what do you think?"
Just my luck.
While cursing Su Yue, a big-mouth from West Martial ca over to interview him.
Wherever you can be piercing, you just have to poke, don’t you?
Think I’m not miserable enough?
"Su Yue and I, as classmates, have long reconciled and are now good friends.
"As for the grievances you ntion, I think they’re rumors. The only grievances are with the other races, and with Su Yue, it’s healthy competition. At school, we were classmates; in the wet realm, we’re comrades; after graduation, we’ll certainly be the best of friends."
Du Jing’s Book forced a smile, but inside it felt as bitter as yellow vine.
"Indeed, Su Yue is so magnanimous, willing to reconcile with classmates. He’s truly our role model."
This classmate nodded thoughtfully.
Crunch.
Du Jing’s Book clenched his fist tightly, reminding himself to mind his image and public opinion.
How did you interpret that!
Clearly, it was Su Yue and I reconciling.
Why has Su Yue beco the role model?
Why?
"Du Jing’s Book, are you angrily embarrassed now?"
The classmate who had walked away ca back again.
"I’m raging against the Yangxiang Race."
Du Jing’s Book said bitterly.
Classmate, please, go away, leave.
"It’s okay, being jealous of Su Yue is normal, I also envy him."
The classmate shook his head and left.
Du Jing’s Book sat in the mud, feeling utterly hopeless.
At this mont, Du Jing’s Book suddenly had an epiphany.
Looking at it, there’s no chance to surpass now.
Just quietly be a salted fish.
No more fighting.
No more snatching.
Everything... just go with the flow.
With ti, maybe I can study the vast starry sky, the deep universe, the grievances of humanity seem so insignificant, so trivial.
After graduation, maybe I’ll be a district chief, life might be comfortable.
I’m so tired.
...
Zhenqin Corps camp.
Wang Yetao urgently convenes a eting.
Recently, one troubleso affair after another.
The issue with the Folding Gate just ended, and the Yangxiang Race is causing problems again.
This ti, they’ve set their sights on the Heroic Spirit Mausoleum.
Five minutes ago.
Almost all Martial Artists received a group text ssage on their phones.
...
[In 20 minutes, your mausoleum will be destroyed by . You kill my Yangxiang Race family, I will make Divine Land a global laughing stock, I want your ancestral graves obliterated.]
...
Anonymous ssage.
Group sent.
The person with these two authorities must be a Grandmaster of Sixth Grade or above, and has huge achievents in the Military Departnt.
"Report to the General, the person who sent the ssage masked the base station and used techniques to hide personal information, the communication departnt needs approximately half an hour to crack the data.
"There’s no way, the person sending the text has too high authority."
A major general frowned as he reported.
Wang Yetao bit his teeth, face dark as water.
The critical issue is right here.
If it was an ordinary ant from the Yangxiang Sect, there’s absolutely no authority to modify the base station, no authority for anonymity, nor could they escape the communication departnt.
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