297: Chapter 297 The Empress's Plan, Expected to Last Two and a Half Years

The turmoil at the Martial Arts Hall was like a giant boulder thrown into a calm lake, setting off massive waves across the entire Jingda University campus.

In just a single afternoon, the battle for the title of 'Future Empress' was settled in a way that no one had expected.

Su Yingxue—the one many had high hopes for, hailed as the most dazzling rising star of the capital's younger generation—was still killed in one shot by that mysterious mosquito, even after using a forbidden technique to force her cultivation into the Seventh Grade!

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Thus, in the wake of the Immortal Cultivator, strange dead trees were left behind; black flames burned around them, yet the trunks that should have served as fuel were covered in black ice crystals.

Among those at the foot of the mountain who had been immobilized by Li Bin's pressure point strikes, there were some reckless ones; after their pressure points released on their own, they actually headed toward Feiyun Temple together.

"The Savior has summoned you; may he receive you, and may the angels lead you back to the Father's embrace. Please welcome this sinful soul and lead it before the judgment seat."

"I don't see it that way; maybe he was just here to pick up a bargain from the start? Look at how we ignored him just now, yet he's still staring at that jade pendant and hasn't left!" Some shop assistants felt that Lu Fei had real skill and a keen eye for treasures.

"If she wants to use that child to resurrect You Meng, she must use such evil methods. It looks like she's gaining power, but it's clearly a curse," Chu Shuang said.

In terms of the True Qi consumed by the palm technique alone, after Li Bin finished striking, the consumption wasn't as intense as the first style of the Xuanyang Wuji Palm; he felt almost no significant reduction in his body's True Qi.

It was obvious that Wang Jinjing, who always used flattering the imperial family as a path for promotion, had simply snatched the job of the Hanlin Imperial Secretary and written a special imperial decree in the name of the Secretariat's memorandum.

"Exactly, you only heard his voice, so how do you know he's the guardian spirit here?" someone else questioned.

Zhou Quan spoke in a very sycophantic manner, and what he said was indeed the truth; he also knew that Chen Xin was very sensitive at this time, so saying more sweet words and the like was naturally very important.

"Heh." Houqing instantly appeared in front of Yun Zhonghuo, and I arrived right after; the moment he moved, I knew he was going to strike at Yun Zhonghuo.

I patted my chest and guaranteed there would be no problem. Even if they were incredibly powerful, I would just use the Xun Command Seal and run; could they even catch me? This Xun Command Seal can also be used in combination with the Wind-Walking Art I learned from Old Man Feng, making it more than just a simple addition of effects.

Chu Jiayin's mind went a bit blank; her first thought, however, was how Su Zhao was doing now.

Zhangsun Changqing was stunned, only then realizing he had been staring at her for a long time. He gave an embarrassed fake cough and withdrew his gaze.

While Yu Qingtong was walking the red carpet, Sheng Xuzhe was constantly worried. After all, she was over six months pregnant and it was cold in winter; he was terrified something might happen to her.

The reality was that although these people weren't as skilled as I was, they had clearly undergone some training. When they swarmed me all at once, I really struggled to fight them all off. Plus, I had to protect Dong Si and Xuan Xuan, so I gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"We've already come this far; isn't it a bit late to think about this? No matter what, we have to go save them. At worst, we'll fight it alongside the Mayans. If I don't go in, will it just stop looking for them?" I countered.

Perhaps because the emotions were too intense and the despair too overwhelming, that voice spoke quite unclearly.

Ice Cream babies, it's time for our group activity! If you don't vote and I don't vote, how can our Xue'er succeed?

Ningning wore a set of deep blue cotton clothes and pants. At first glance, she looked like a country girl, except her fair skin didn't look like someone from the countryside.

Xie Mao's acting skills were honed through several rebirths of political struggle at the cost of his life. If his acting was poor and someone saw through him, at best he'd lose a trusted subordinate's life, and at worst he'd lose his own. How could he dare to be bad at it? This also destined his acting to lack theatrical flair, making it very difficult to imitate.

Bai Min, who had come with Ye Jiarou, had long since lost the desire to stay. She saw the awkward atmosphere at a glance and began to resent Ye Jiarou.

Because of her daughter's situation, Mother Tian's hair turned white visibly. What was once a head of black hair was now completely gray, making her look ten years older.

The ground of the Ghost Prefecture was damp, cold, and gloomy; unless one was a deceased soul, a ghost messenger, or a long-time ghost cultivator, walking in the Underworld would be very uncomfortable. If distinguished guests from the upper realm or the mortal world arrived, the Ghost Prefecture would lay out carpets to welcome them. Of course, this was a treatment reserved strictly for truly 'distinguished' guests.

Ten minutes later, Ye Ting was immediately welcomed into the building. There was no need for a press conference; he spoke only a single sentence to the camera.

The First Prince, on the other hand, spent the end of the year helping the palace distribute porridge and rice to the poor people of the capital, receiving quite a bit of praise.

"You guys talk, I'll wait outside. Once you're done, I'll take you to He Sihong's dormitory first," Lin Miao called out and went out.

After Rosa finished speaking, she gritted her teeth and lunged toward He Sihong with her head down. She didn't care anymore; if he got angry, she'd just play dumb and say it was just a hug, but if he had feelings for her, she'd be able to find out.

A-Jiu ignored her and was already reading the letter. The content was simple: the person was in their hands, and he should prepare twenty thousand taels of silver for the ransom. As for the location, he had to wait for further notice.

Back then, Qingyun was just like Hua Nongyue was not long ago—unafraid of heaven or earth, wanting to venture everywhere and test himself against any expert he met, unaware that there is always a higher heaven and someone more talented. The number of experts with martial arts superior to his own was countless.

"Military Counselor, Wei bids you farewell here; please excuse me for not seeing you further!" Once at the door, Wei Yuan prepared to see them off.

But he never could have imagined that both Qin Bin and Leng Qingchan were people he couldn't afford to provoke. Not just him—even if the best fighter here were invited, they would be no match for those two.

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is. Brother Zhao, have some more wine." Hua Nongyue slowly poured a bowl for Zhao Guang to thank him for his appreciation.

"Young Master Zhao, you aren't curious; you are testing me with your own life. What do you think Duanmu Lingyu would do if he knew you were telling me this?" From the moment he entered, Mu Qingya had felt something was wrong, and now she finally knew the purpose of his visit.

"Brother Sun Li, with such a big piece of fat meat, it's a bit disloyal not to call your old brother." This was Zhou Youlong of the Xiaoyao Gang, who had come specifically for the money. Seeing that Sun Li's Seven Caves Gang had beaten him to it, he naturally had to rush over, otherwise there would be no profit left at all.

"Haha... Thanks to the Dean's blessings, my grandfather is doing very well. Oh right! Last time my grandfather even asked me why the Dean hadn't gone to have tea with him in such a long time?" Jerick said with a smile.