Chapter 35: The Video Incident

Inside the classroom of the sophomore honors class, the atmosphere was as stifling as the calm before a storm, heavy enough to make it hard to breathe.

Zhao Jiaciren’s face was beet red, his eyes burning with a flame of rage that seemed ready to consume everything in its path. He suddenly raised his arm, his clenched fist descending like a heavy iron hammer, slamming against the desk with the full weight of his fury. A thunderous "bang" erupted, echoing through the classroom like a sudden clap of thunder, leaving the students shaken by the unexpected outburst.

"Say whatever you want, but I am not participating in this screening," Shi Yi declared. Since things had come to this, he was not a man to be trifled with. Having caused such a stir in Miling for so long, he had no fear of escalating the situation further. Since everything was out in the open, he was prepared to risk it all. He ordered Qingpi to quickly fetch some food and drink to soothe his men and steady their morale, then headed toward the office with a heavy, sighing step.

Lanxiang and Meixiang leaned down immediately, one taking the top and the other the bottom, teasing him relentlessly.

"Oh! Do you think you can bully me just because I’m a halberdier? Do you think I don't dare to duel you?" Lan He rolled up his sleeves and pulled a long halberd from the spatial bag at his waist.

A cruel and hideous expression flickered across the freak’s ghoul-like face. In his blind rage, he swore to crush the three ants who had harmed him into dust.

The white sword aura pierced directly through the wine jar, yet it did not dissipate; instead, it maintained its speed, thrusting toward the next jar. This continued for a while, and it was only after piercing the twenty-second jar that the sword aura finally vanished into thin air.

Someone, overcome with nerves, loosened their grip, letting their machete clatter onto the cold concrete floor with a sharp "clang."

Having survived the trials of the Demon Cave over the past few days, he had not only improved his cultivation and strength but had also harvested quite a few Blood Demon Pearls. That was why he could prowl tirelessly, sparing no effort to hunt down stragglers or small groups of Blood Demon Fiends.

Pang Juntao smiled, turned his head, and said, "Brother Chu, go call Shao Long and tell him to see me in twenty minutes!" Chu Zhongtian bowed, acknowledged the order, and exited the room.

Having said that, he held back his laughter and hurried after Candong into the cafeteria, where a burst of uproarious laughter soon rang out from within.

Li Ziqi, watching the commotion, cast a fearful look at the shopkeeper, Ru Hua. He and another clerk stepped forward to pull Cheng Ming up, but as they turned, they saw Cheng Zimu standing behind them with an aura of unapproachable authority, and they dared not move.

"These terrorists are even more annoying than fleas." The uniformed soldier stroked his weapon, wishing he could descend into the fray himself to catch them.

Yu Huan couldn't help but remark, "A thousand dollars a pound?" Seeing Bei Hai nod with a serious expression, he took another taste of the fish. "It’s delicious, that’s for sure, but you’re not joking about a thousand dollars a pound, are you?"

Old Master Lu finally made his move. He pressed his palm forward, and a crimson glow swirled within it, detaching from his hand to become a ball of red fire, striking toward Qin Xianyu’s chest and abdomen. At the same time, his other hand produced a copper bell, clearly a magical artifact.

In a corner on the third floor, Mo Ye found another teleportation array. After another bout of dizziness, she was transported to a massive circular metal door, surrounded by absolute, pitch-black darkness without a glimmer of light.

As opponents and enemies, the Ye family naturally understood Wang Yong’s character—arrogant, defiant, and dissolute... In fact, the strategy had worked; cleared of the treason charges, Wang Yong was back.

Xiao Nantian swayed slightly, his expression darkening. How could he not hear the subtext in Mu Wanqing’s words? By saying things would stop there for now, she meant it was far from over, and she could use this matter to keep him in check whenever she pleased.

"Waiter, bring me a bottle of wine!" Wang Yong ordered a bottle, looked at the table full of dishes, and began to feast heartily.

Fragrance filled the air as Xiao Feifei’s outer garment fluttered in the breeze. Chen Ming, standing closest, even caught a glimpse of two undone buttons on her inner garment, revealing a patch of pristine, jade-white skin.