Chapter 33: Expecting Him to Take Responsibility?

"Get lost! Stop disturbing the peace!" the other patients in the ward shouted, unable to hold back their frustration.

Driven away by the hospital security, Xie Wude and his two companions finally slunk out of the hospital in disgrace.

By the window of the ward, Zhao He leaned against the frame, watching their retreating figures disappear. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the sill. A faint, inscrutable smile touched his lips before he turned back to scan the others who were still staring at him.

Finally, after five years of hard work, he had been officially promoted to the rank of Thousand-Man Commander and had become the right-hand man of Zuo Menggeng. His future was bright, and he was now qualified to be a suitor for Zuo Mengmei. He could hardly contain his eagerness to propose to the Zuo family.

I always thought Pei Yanling wouldn't involve himself in anything, but I never expected him to help me from the shadows. He really is a man of his word.

Seven fireballs of Seven-Flavor True Fire shot toward the outermost Fierce Underworld Ice-Snow Ancient Crocodile like cannonballs. The creature did not dodge, and the fireballs slammed directly into it. However, these flames failed to shatter the scales of the Fierce Underworld Ice-Snow Ancient Crocodile.

In an instant, countless figures surged across the Corpse Dao plane, all heading toward the Corpse Dao Boundary Stele.

After selling his weapons and medicinal pills, Su Yu cashed out 306 Grade-One Source Energy Stones. His total assets now stood at 310 Grade-One Source Energy Stones.

It was the same luxurious, castle-like building where the five of them had first met: the dining hall of the Dream Soul Academy.

He then used the Flame of Earthly Might to plunge the Glacial Indigo-Sun Snake into a temporary state of dizziness, immediately following up with a spear of Earthly Valor Fire to slay the beast.

Yang Haohui pondered for a moment. "It’s a possibility, though it’s hard to say for the first round. Brother Zhu, you go draw the lots first. You decide the order for the first round; I want to verify a theory." He had adopted the way Feng Haogeng addressed him.

To this, Su Yu could only shake his head slightly. He was at a loss for how to boost the morale and confidence of the others. Everything that could be said had been said yesterday; the rest was up to them.

"It is ten times more serious than you imagine," Xie Xiaofeng said, his voice deep and heavy, making my chest ache with oppression.

"Zhen'er, please, get up," Mo Ba Tian said, having finished dressing. He tried to help the Empress to her feet, but she skillfully evaded his touch.

In the direction of Flower-Fruit Mountain, streams of light scattered as ancient cultivators unleashed their escape techniques, retreating from the battlefield in an orderly fashion.

The low voice was as gentle as a lover's whisper, yet it made every hair on Juesha's body stand on end.

What calm composure! What willingness to face death! His choice to close his eyes and wait for the end was nothing more than a desire for a quick release; he simply lacked the courage to endure further suffering.

Hearing Qin Yuqing's words, Chen Jun couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and frustration. This Qin Yuqing spoke with such absolute self-assurance, as if victory were already in her grasp.

Could she admit that she was worried about Hei Xuan? Heh, she wasn't tired of living yet. Even if she were truly worried about that foolish cat, she could never express it.

Because what everyone saw was Yun Zijin's transformed appearance. In this guise, she was merely a delicate beauty, with only her eyes—bright as the stars—adding any luster to her features.

It hurt to part with them, but Teacher Xin had always taken good care of him. Two C-grade spirit stones would serve as a token of gratitude; after all, this was a society built on human relationships, and the world of cultivation was no different.

"I saved your life, yet you repay kindness with enmity. How hateful!" Chen Yun'er exclaimed angrily.

When these people managed to get their hands on genuine artifacts, they would take them to the pawnshop. Many items resembling twenty-first-century crafts were displayed at stalls here, but among the trinkets, there were some truly authentic pieces that the grave robbers failed to recognize.

With his parents' chronic illnesses cured, Chen Dong was certain he would donate at least a hundred thousand, if not more. He had brought pilgrims to the Taoist temple; how had he ended up being treated like a freeloader?