Chapter 38: I May Have It, But You Cannot

Zhao Manman burst in, startling the man in the floral shirt. He hadn’t expected anyone to enter at such a moment; he spun around in panic, brandishing his submachine gun and shouting at Zhao, “What are you doing here? Why did you come in?”

“I’m with the rescue team!” Zhao Manman shouted loudly, raising both hands above her head...

Some cultivators, though unremarkable in talent and often forgotten by others, possess unwavering determination in their path. Diligent in their practice and tempered by worldly trials, they accumulate strength quietly and there are indeed cases where such cultivators have overcome the tribulations of their peers. In fact, these steadfast souls prove even more formidable and terrifying.

“I never thought you armed police could be so ruthless, killing us in such a roundabout way,” the criminal said, fixing Han Zhijun with a murderous glare.

The words made the thug hesitate; his grip on the knife loosened slightly. He glanced nervously at the special police officers outside, his emotions tightening once again.

Yadong and the giant Mongbi beast were simultaneously thrown into the air. Yadong forcibly pushed the Mongbi beast toward the cliff, and his own body was flung out as well. The beast roared again and again in midair, its massive form thrashing in agitation, but it was helplessly falling toward the abyss.

When privacy is managed by oneself, it remains safe; once entrusted to others, it is never truly secure, for hearts change with time. Trusting that others will always hold their tongue is less reliable than believing in oneself.

Yao Muchen spat blood repeatedly, his body flung back like a withered leaf, finally crashing against the rock wall dozens of meters away, where he coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Their voices faded into the distance, and suddenly, where they had just lingered, a wicked wind swept through, echoing with ghostly wails.

“Class Two of Grade Three, very good. You have a PE class this afternoon, don’t you?” Teacher Wang asked, his tone laced with a cold sneer.

In a moment of resolve, her arm shot out, axe blade tilting, and it brushed along Han Xiao’s neck, leaving a shallow cut with a hiss as it dug deep into the grass.

Gu Xiaobei pouted angrily, but being carefree by nature, she quickly let it go. She plopped down beside Chen Shuang, grabbed a nearby drink, and took a couple of hearty gulps.

Mr. Dong couldn’t help but tremble. He had thought Xiao Ling’s actions were acceptable, but lacked a certain ruthlessness. After the last incident involving drugs, Fu Yuyao had grown to loathe Xiao Ling and Mr. Dong, so her actions became resolute and even a bit poisonous.

“Liu Hao!” roared the Black Mechanical Tyrannosaurus, helpless with rage. She was not a Digimon who could evolve with a badge; without meeting the requirements, no amount of anger would help. Right now, attacks were nothing to her—her defenses were exceptionally strong.

But what excited the two of them most wasn’t the fact that their injuries had healed, but the sound—a voice so familiar it was etched deeply in their hearts, even after years had passed.

Recalling the Sea-Swallowing Whale’s final strike, Xu Zhe still felt lingering fear; it had been terrifyingly powerful. He wanted to ask the future how to resist the suction force from the whale’s mouth, but seeing that there was no mention of it, he wisely chose not to ask.

When Ye Tian agreed, Lan Xi breathed a sigh of relief. He feared Ye Tian would act impulsively; the waters in China ran deep, and he didn’t want Ye Tian to wade into such murky currents.

Yet, after waiting so long, not a soul appeared. By all rights, the Hundred Flowers Ceremony should have concluded by now.

“I address you as senior out of courtesy! If I’m not mistaken, you’ve reached the Core Formation stage. If you wish to avoid mutual destruction, I hope you’ll answer truthfully!” Wei Yan, seeing the anger on the face of the mysterious Bone Ancestor, promptly threw out these words.