Chapter Seventy-Four: Hearing the Wind

Teacher?
If it had been someone else saying this to Lou Yu, he would have retorted unceremoniously, “Do you think I, Lou Sir, am short of teachers?”
“Have you not seen the grand Dongshan Academy? Every teacher there belongs to me, Lou Yu!”
But seated above him was Yang Rui, gentle as jade, proper and dignified—a true gentleman.
Yang Rui’s words inspired an inexplicable trust, making one believe he always acted for your benefit, arranging everything perfectly for you.
Spirit Summoner
Additionally, according to the system’s inquiry, Ye Mengxi was currently at the Feathered Immortal Palace, sparing him the trouble of searching.
The magnetic ability wielder shot Ding Zhiyuan a furious glare before turning toward Zifeng and Su Mu. He was no fool; he knew that if he attacked Ding Zhiyuan directly, Su Mu and Zifeng would surely intervene. Rather than risk that, it was better to strike first against Zifeng and Su Mu.
The guards among them were all experts at the Core Formation stage—the weakest was already at the middle stage of Core Formation, while the strongest had reached the peak of Nascent Soul cultivation.
Zhang Xiang smiled as he shook hands with Ding Zhiyuan and saw both Chen Jun and Ding Zhiyuan out of the police squad’s office building, watching as they got into their car and left the station.
The Red Demon, controlled by Right Five, rampaged like a berserk locomotive. Its massive metal feet struck the ground with deafening clangs as he charged toward the incineration center, fury blazing like thunder.
Before they could ask what was going on, someone approached and whispered an explanation in their ears. All their words were swallowed; they stood frozen in place.
Qi Shan heard that his brother had nearly been killed by the Fifth Prince. Infuriated and spurred on by Hu Kuangyun’s persistent persuasion, he finally decided to meet Qin Yang and see what was happening.
Ling Wei hailed from the Sword Burial Sect, her swordsmanship ferocious and sharp. She became the sword itself—a secret technique of her sect. She mastered this move only under Bai Yu’s guidance. With such sword force, she could split mountains and shatter stone, unmatched in the world.
Most surprising of all, Jin Buhuan was among them, accompanying an elderly middle-aged man as they walked over together.
Three days ago, the demonstration had made him a figure of note. Even before he entered the hall, many were discussing him.
Yet the statues here were peculiar—two were enshrined. One was Guanyin, the other a bizarre-faced deity, both sculpted from white porcelain. The latter clutched an iron chain, its mouth split wide and crimson, reaching all the way behind its ears. That twisted smile sent chills down the spine.
Indeed, Benitez hoped to draw Salah’s attention this way, pressuring him to influence Liverpool. If Salah did so, Real Madrid would not have to pay as much to acquire him.
When Xue Hao cast his hypnotic illusion, his gaze radiated a chilling aura that made the fire-type beast deeply uneasy.
Hearing the ghost’s promise, Xue Hao quickly formed a spirit movement seal and raced through the sealed cabin door to the front cockpit.
Wang Dali, at the most critical moment, managed to leap aside, a storm of wind and rain appearing in his hand.
By chance, the spot where the prince fell was exactly where a sharp wooden stake, half-buried and half-exposed, lay. In a flash, it pierced the prince’s body, skewering him like sausages on a stick, leaving no room for breath.
It was a poison concocted from the venom of a centipede a hundred years old, mixed with certain herbs—once kissed by her, no one could escape its effects.
“I’d like to see what you’re capable of!” The clan elder’s voice was cold and murderous, his palm imprint whirling, sweeping a wave of destruction toward Li Tian. Yet Yan Shitie remained uneasy, still crushed beneath Li Tian’s sword aura.
Who was the Grand Elder? He was the pillar of the Xuanyuan Sect, as steadfast as the anchor of a ship. Yet someone dared to challenge him?