Volume 1, Chapter 30: Picking the Low-Hanging Fruit

Upon hearing the price of 1,700 per month, Ye Yun furrowed his brows slightly, wondering if this girl was trying to fleece him. However, for the current Ye Yun, this sum was of no consequence.

"Lichun, you... what should be done about this?" Cheng Bin asked, looking at her with concern. Ever since Mo Qingtian had spoken to her that morning, she had alternated between agitation and silence all morning, tormenting herself until now.

When the break finally arrived, Li Feng ran out of the classroom to call Su Li, only to find her phone powered off. After calling several more times with the same result, Li Feng did not know what had happened to her; was she angry because he hadn't called her first, leading her to turn off her phone?

Seeing this, Amis and the others did not hesitate to pounce on Louis XIV together, each wielding a dagger. These were high-quality weapons purchased by Yang Yesheng at a great price, and being equipped with them significantly boosted their combat prowess.

An old woman stood up trembling from beneath the bed, her eyes full of fear; she was Old Guo's wife. Upon standing, she was so intimidated by the aura emanating from the master that she retreated repeatedly, shielding herself with her arms as she huddled in the corner.

By the time Haizi had fled, the café owner arrived, but there was no trace of Haizi left.

Before these two ghosts could unleash their special skills, they were dispatched with lightning speed by Naked Run and his pets. Having learned from the previous encounter, Li Feng did not dare to hesitate when dealing with ghostly attacks; who knew what other strange tricks might emerge to catch him off guard?

Di Tian immediately took out several drops of his essence blood and handed them to Xiang Lian. Xiang Lian did not stand on ceremony and promptly tucked the six drops of essence blood into his spatial ring.

"Xing San!" Xing Yi shouted in a rage, but he still managed to react. With a flash of his spear, his true essence surged, and the weapon shimmered with light as he hurriedly held it horizontally before his chest.

Seeing Pi Junchao's expression, Zhao Chengshuang quietly gave Ye Qing a thumbs-up. He had to admit, the name "Poison Mantis" was truly effective. Watching Pi Junchao’s awkward demeanor, Zhao Chengshuang felt as though he were a fox masquerading with the tiger's might.

Seeing Sasuke trapped in that strange technique, Kakashi immediately intended to go to his rescue, but was intercepted by Zabuza.

In the eyes of the two commentators and countless spectators, it looked as if Lu Xiaotian had deliberately dodged out and moved his head into the path of the bullet.

Yuri struggled incessantly in his arms, her brows knitting almost imperceptibly, before she suddenly went still. As she listened to the strong, steady heartbeat against her ear, the restlessness in her heart vanished in astonishment.

However, there was still a gap between the first place and the other rankings. Not to mention, whether "Qu Ming," who had just risen to ninth place, could maintain this position next year remained a very serious question.

As a result, they didn't socialize much at school. Yet, nothing could suppress the pink atmosphere that emerged whenever they were together.

Shi Liying seemed completely unaware of the terrifying consequences that might arise from revealing Jiang Chen's whereabouts.

Li Yuanba was indeed worthy of such trust from Ao Jiao; such a bond of mutual loyalty and unbreakable companionship was something everyone should remember.

If one wanted to reach the level of the Cheng family, relying solely on Sheng Siming's career as an official—even if he rose to the rank of Chancellor and engaged in corruption for decades—would be like chasing a pipe dream.

Bai Yingxue lay there, and Tang Hao leaned over her, their faces barely twenty or thirty centimeters apart.

"Principal, there is actually no need to listen to too much of what classmate He Yuanmei has to say. With the college entrance exams approaching, the students are stressed and will inevitably seek some excitement to relax. Perhaps she is suffering from hallucinations due to extreme tension. Aren't there surveillance cameras at the classroom entrance? We can just pull the footage and look," Yan Zhi said before He Yuanmei could speak.

I believe it won't be long before my second uncle, Cao Huachun, Director of the Eastern Depot, arrives in person with his men.

Possessing such top-tier formation skills as a disciple meant that one’s status and background were absolutely extraordinary.

The moment the frozen beast spirit was pulled into Mu Meiqing's divine court aperture, Chen Fei also began to act.

"I..." Lin Xi opened his mouth, knowing there was no such thing as a free lunch. The ninth rank of the Earth Realm brought a heavenly lightning tribulation at every stage; that was a divine punishment, and no one could guarantee they would survive it. If it were to interfere, it would cost him his life.

Mo Qinghan looked at Shui Linglong with a gaze that only adults could understand—one filled with a hint of ambiguity, a trace of possessiveness, and a touch of mockery.

It felt like ten thousand swords returning to their source. You felt satisfied with this attack, but as the clouds dispersed, the sea surface gradually returned to calm.

Upon learning that he had emerged from seclusion, Angel Leng was the first to appear by his side, chattering away to tell him about the recent events.

"Yiyi, I will guard only you for all eternity. If you are not here, then I will be lonely forever."

"'Mad Butcher' Mu Lingfeng, at last, I have a chance to defeat you. As for the world's number one MT, I will prove that the warriors of our Great J Empire are the strongest in the world!" Hikiro Kenzaburo pointed his long sword at Mu Lingfeng and shouted arrogantly.

Taking the spirit-storage jade from her space, she decided to perform the blood-bond ritual first.

Yin Miaomiao, however, looked as if she had discovered something magical, her bright eyes constantly scanning Jiang Qingyan’s face.

At the time, he felt that the era belonging to this former 'Spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao' had completely passed; now, he was merely an ember struggling to survive, not worth a second thought.

Even though he was in the void at the time and didn't understand how the Origin Immortal World had returned to its original state, Brother Cheng stroked his nonexistent long beard with a face full of vicissitudes.

The Taiji formation was stained red, and it seemed as if ferocious ghosts were roaring and wailing all around, accompanied by a blood-red hurricane.