Chapter 136: Gorge of Ten Thousand Swords

Gazing at the eternal, suppression-imbuing silhouette of the Heavenly Diangang Sword Palace, Bai Yuening did not press forward immediately.

She sought out a relatively sheltered spot out of the wind, sat cross-legged, and adjusted her condition to its absolute peak.

Her rest complete, she rose once more, striding with firm determination toward that dark expanse which seemed to swallow all light.

As she drew closer, the scene before her gradually grew clearer.

Flanking her were towering black rock walls stretching up into the dark purple firmament, the stone faces utterly scarred by sword slashes of varying depths.

Without him needing to spell it out, Yan Fei and the others understood well enough: anyone with any real capability in the health center had either left to open their own private clinics or been transferred away. Those left behind were a few elderly staff members alongside newcomers fresh out of school who were hardly better than intern nurses.

Bai Qingqing glanced sideways at Lantian and nodded silently, though no words were spoken, the haughty arrogance in her eyes could not be concealed from him.

Leaving Li Bing to his private shame, Imperial Physician Wu stepped forward wearing a protective mask to examine the commoners.

After all, at the ski resort, equipment rented on the day had to be returned by nightfall. However, the admission tickets remained valid for seven days; once a scenic area ticket was purchased and verified via fingerprint, visitors could come and go freely, unlike other attractions that required repurchasing tickets for next-day entry.

Hanabi was so angry her teeth itched with vexation, her rage peaking especially when Naruto opened his frog wallet and let out a sigh. She instantly wanted to rush over and beat him senseless, only to be held firmly back by Hinata.

Neji spoke up abruptly. He had remained entirely silent ever since joining the group, uttering not a single word until this very moment.

They had already charged forward nearly ten thousand meters... Wherever the giant elephant had passed, everything was flattened into ruins, leaving behind massive footprints over ten meters deep that looked utterly horrifying.

Compared to other thrusters, the primary advantages of ion propulsion were stability and high efficiency while consuming very little fuel. Yet its drawbacks were equally glaring: the thrust generated by existing ion thrusters was barely enough to blow a single sheet of paper away, and it required a prolonged acceleration period.

In the stands, the fans of the Kanto champions celebrated as if it were a grand festival, roaring encouragement and cheering for their home team.

The moment the monster lost its balance, the Dread-Crocodile King unleashed its most lethal and ruthless signature technique—the death roll.

Li Zhicheng poured a cup of wine and handed it to him. The man accepted it, drank it down, and slowly looked toward Li Zhicheng, yet found himself unable to make out the latter's features.

"If he treated you that way and you respond in kind, how are you any different from him?" Cheng Nuo asked, stunned with exasperation as she let out a slight sigh.

Yet at the time, she hadn't thought that deeply into it. She merely figured her first two stints were just substitute teaching; once the semester began and the original students returned, she would have to give those positions back. If she could secure a stable roster of students of her own, her income would likewise become reliable.

Tian Kuo's laughter cut off abruptly. He eyed Xia Zhi with a mixture of doubt and wariness, yet after a long while, failed to read anything from the young man's expression.

"Enough, enough! What on earth is going on with third-young-master? Is the news from Lan'er's side reliable?" The situation was critical, and the Dowager had no desire to listen to the couple bicker, steering the topic firmly back on track.

"Second brother, don't act recklessly! This must not be botched, or else Brother Long's entire plan will be exposed," Xiong Da warned.

The fires of war in the top lane had just died down when the bottom lane, having reached level six, erupted into a fierce skirmish.

This time, his primary goal in reporting to Senior Official One was the matter of the robotic systems, while proposing autonomous driving vehicles was merely an incidental thought. He had never expected the official to react with such utter nonchalance.

With that, the cultivator surnamed Li paid no heed to Red Gu's reaction and strode straight out. Seeing this, the fake-Core-formation cultivator from the Tu clan and his counterpart from the Frontline Sect exchanged a tacit glance and followed suit in tacit understanding.

The Heartless Taoist let out a cold, derisive scoff, raising his longsword as if to thrust downward. Yet he suddenly halted, asking, "Are you not leaving?" With that, he glanced toward Mei Hanxia.

Having traveled the road once before, they were already well-acquainted with the route, journeying onward smoothly as if taking in the sights on a leisurely tour.