121. Give the Chancellor a Chance

"Hahaha, excellent, truly excellent!"

After arriving in Hebei, Cao Xin won five consecutive major battles, each time overcoming superior numbers. His [Resistance] stat reached 85, and he felt his tolerance for extreme heat, bitter cold, and toxic fumes increase significantly, while his entire body felt more vibrant. He eagerly anticipated what super talent he might gain once his resistance surpassed 100, hoping for something like longevity or anti-aging.

"Ziyu, want to spar?"

The three of them argued back and forth, neither side able to convince the other. In the end, under the threat of Zhang Xinsheng’s resignation, Luo Chunli and Ning Yueying reluctantly agreed to annul the results of the democratic election.

This lethal poison caused pain as if one's soul were being sliced, accompanied by a numbing effect. This was why Du Yi felt as though his own limbs no longer belonged to him, while his soul suffered that agonizing, rending pain.

"At least you have manners; it makes my care for you over these past few days worthwhile," the man in white said with a smile.

Just as he thought Mu Yang was smiling and walking toward him to greet him, he saw her pass right by him and sit in her own seat. Throughout the entire process, Mu Yang acted as if he didn't exist at all.

Though Lin Feng did not know how long he had been trapped in that haze, he was well aware that for every minute he delayed, Chixi faced a greater danger.

Seeing that they had no common ground, Wang Hui decided to focus on preparing the food first. He dug a pit in the ground, buried the pheasant, and then lit a fire on top.

Playing with the Foundation Establishment pill formula in his hand, he felt somewhat dejected, yet he knew that learning of the purple-heart grass made it all worthwhile.

Caught off guard by the general's words, I could only cough a few times, turn my head, and toss the piping-hot bun to Gao Yanyan. She merely snorted, offering no comment.

"You..." Father Gu had not expected such an insolent attitude from his own son.

"You put it so well. Over these past few days, I have conceived a few points, though I am unsure if they are any good. Qiyun, please take a look for me." He pulled a piece of paper from his sleeve.

Song Peng claimed he could shatter a sandbag with a single punch, but no one believed him, so they came over to see him try.

After completing the series of actions, Lu Chen ignored the countless gazes of shock and awe in the arena and began walking toward Zhang Yitian.

Wulan Market was not a walled city; it was merely enclosed by a fence the height of a man, and there were no guards at the gate. However, as he entered, Yi Xuan felt a faint ripple of spiritual sense sweep over him, a clear sign that high-level cultivators were stationed there to maintain order.

Not in a hurry to go downstairs, Cao Peng knew he had already given the key to Ding Yizhi yesterday; he only needed to stay upstairs and wait.

Yet Lin Zicong realized this was a crucial match and could not afford to be distracted, so he punched himself in the face twice, instantly snapping to his senses.

It was just dawn, and classes had been suspended for days due to the incident. However, the three youths, accustomed to their early morning routines, smelled the alluring aroma upon waking and thought they were still dreaming.

Zuo Jun carefully placed the jade slip back into his storage bag and began to circulate his spiritual energy to recover his strength. Last night had been an immense drain, and the divine sense contained within the jade slip was so complex that his brow still throbbed with lingering pain.

Walking along the blue-stone path of the village felt comfortable. Grandfather said the villagers had built it little by little themselves; Gouzi wondered which section his parents had helped lay.

Even in this prosperous age where geniuses were rising like stars, it was not a time when one could bridge that insurmountable chasm through effort alone.

Viewed from the outside, it was already dreamlike, but the interior was even more magnificent. Unlike a typical brothel, the lobby's decor offered a sense of purity and elegance, like a dwelling for a celestial being untouched by the dust of the mortal world.