Chapter 23: A Brutal Beating for Wang Cheng

Wang Village. Outside the village, people were busy picking cotton in the fields. The sun was scorching, and Wang Cheng carried a lunch box to deliver meals to his family working in the fields. Looking at the endless farmland and the villagers drenched in sweat, Wang Cheng’s heart was filled with gloom; he seemed to see his own fate reflected in them. "No, I cannot be like them, farming at home for the rest of my life, staying poor and cowardly forever! I must go to school! Only by getting an education can I change my fate as a farmer! I thought I could secure my eldest brother's admission notice, but that's no longer an option. I have to go to the First High School as a guest student! But where am I supposed to get a thousand yuan for the admission fee..."

After speaking, Empress Moon gestured, and Princess Yunjing’s horse-slaying saber appeared out of thin air. She tossed it casually to the princess, followed by the appearance of the Qianwu Sword, which she also flicked back onto its rack on the table. Below, the Ten Great War Spirits had just finished off a dragon beast dozens of zhang long. Qin Chuan’s head had swollen to ten times its original size, covered in dense cracks as if it might burst at any moment, his sanity long since lost. A golden scale beam suddenly manifested in mid-air, one end pressing down under the foot of an XL country man, while the other appeared beneath Xu Zhengyan. In an instant, Xu’s crimson flames dissipated; his ability had been suppressed. Ma Chao and Xi Xingping trembled, realizing that this nondescript middle-aged man was actually a cultivator; they had truly kicked an iron plate this time. Jiang Huairen felt a slight surprise that the giant python was so knowledgeable. He did not dodge, wanting to test the strength of the beast.

The adaptation phase after crossing the Martial Gate allows for changes that are nearly as transformative as plastic surgery, following your own will. Tang Zhe nodded, "The old master feels this matter is not simple and wishes to understand the situation from you." Looking from the left, half of the face had sagging skin and deep, furrowed wrinkles, making him look like nothing more than a withered old man. Several Sages had perished under Ning Chuan's blade; what could these others possibly amount to? Lying low until the recent period when the heat of that incident had died down, Qiao Yuanping utilized his high-level connections to secure a transfer thousands of miles away to the south, becoming the head of the provincial inspection team. His father was still suffering from illness; if the necessary medicinal herbs were not collected within half a month, Su Shuihua would likely never be cured. However, aside from some fallen soil, Su Tianhao did not see Xie Xinyan anywhere. "The Eye of Void... my Eye of Void..." Feng Xueyi’s eyes glinted with greed. In her sight, she desired every treasure—the Imperial Bone on Ning Chuan, and the middle-aged man’s Eye of Void were no exceptions. A player’s monster character can be resurrected, requiring only a small amount of universal currency as the cost. "This flying sword still feels a bit unhandy," Chu Feng muttered, pulling it out within the sword-body space. With a loud "boom," the palm strike landed squarely on Ning Chuan’s chest. Ning Chuan moved slightly, and the next moment, everyone saw the soldier flying backward for hundreds of steps. This interference was not entirely real; it was a false sensory perception constructed by consuming mental energy. "These are mobile phone chips, memory chips, camera chips, and the mobile operating system." Li Yue placed the ten sets of chips before him. "Sigh, my legs haven't been convenient lately, so I've been stuck in the guesthouse. At least there’s someone to keep me company, sigh!" After saying this, Yu Fei jumped out through the meeting room window, not forgetting to pull a face before leaving. Through Lin Tianyou's memories, it was learned that Old Yang’s family made a living selling tofu pudding at the street corner; the sound suggested they were grinding beans and boiling tofu throughout the night. "Just say what you have to say!" the beggar turned with great effort using his knees and dragged himself a few steps forward.

Screams rang out incessantly as figures flew backward. The strong ones managed to stop after retreating a dozen steps, while the weak were flung like kites with severed strings into the collapsing space, perishing. Ling Tianyun, however, looked as if he were drained of strength; the heavy broadsword in his hand weighed a thousand jun. The light of the blade grew in his pupils as the long sword, hidden in the night, once again exuded a crimson blood mist, thick and suffocating under the night sky, stabbing forward with a pungent, bloody scent. Upon hearing this, the owner's expression shifted drastically, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. Indeed, faced with such a massive Red Army search, one should be panicked and incessantly asking for the reason, so how could he be talking so calmly here? Especially when he unleashed the Heavenly Kui Demon Staff, completely suppressing Mo Yan, and later toyed with the elite geniuses of two realms—this shocked him beyond measure. On the march back, Lu Bu repeatedly pondered the strategy for clearing out the remnants around Chang'an. One option was to take the Guanlong Road through Hanxing to attack Fufeng; the other was to follow the Longshan range north to Pingliang, rebuild the abandoned ancient Xiaoguan Pass, and "shut the door to catch the dog," preventing the factions in Fufeng and Anding from fleeing to Xiliang. The monkey glanced at the sky, feeling exceptionally depressed, yet knowing that if he did not leave now, he might never have another chance. Fang Qingxi did not wrap herself up tightly upon returning to the country, wearing only sunglasses and a fisherman's hat. One leg straightened, kicking toward Fang Ming’s lower stance; Fang Ming let go and slid past him, back hitting the ship's railing. She did not stop, and Fang Ming’s hand was already closing in. "How do you have a pistol here?" After Didiade called soldiers to take Lieutenant Jiprik away and had the unlucky Second Lieutenant Bekimiro’s corpse wrapped in a blanket and dragged off, Claude questioned the still-dazed Captain Duliouro. Ye Yiqing pointed to the fruit on the tree, "Those fruits haven't been picked yet; such bright, succulent fruit, it’s a pity to leave them up there, and they'll rot if left too long and won't taste good." Claude gave a thumbs-up to show his admiration. It was clear that Major Lidfank, by inspecting everywhere and distributing merit bonuses all at once, had truly mastered the First Ranger Battalion; every soldier would now understand that he was the true helmsman of the unit. "Senior sister, what if I decide to pursue acting? How about you become my agent?" Liu Ruoyi said on a whim. Later, after his grandfather passed away, an uncle in the village sold this hot-air balloon machine to a scrap dealer for five yuan. When Claude returned to his hometown to visit relatives later, he never saw the contraption again.