38 You are too powerful; you have almost drained me dry... [Second Update]

The sound of footsteps echoed as soles struck the ground in a rhythmic cadence. Rina Aihara’s figure drew closer to the tennis ball flying through the air. Under the focused gazes of the crowd, a trail of afterimages appeared behind her as she sprinted.

"How boring," Fuji said with a smile, turning into the high school division after stepping onto the campus.

Inui turned his head to look at Fuji on the court, his brows knitting slightly. Who could have sent that pendant? If anyone told him that Fuji’s unusual behavior today had nothing to do with it, he wouldn’t believe it even if his life depended on it.

In an instant, Xuanyue conceived a strategy. In Chinese martial arts, there is a principle of overcoming hardness with softness and softness with hardness.

Even if a direct attack could lead to victory, the result would only leave Shimin with a reputation for recklessness. Thus, Shimin chose to "win through strategy"—at least to create that appearance, which would be convenient for embellishing the narrative later.

Wu Wudi uncharacteristically ignored him, his gaze fixed and unmoving, his expression frozen on his face.

"Aza, don't be careless. Many people know about my 'Heavenly Eye,' and they could easily launch a surprise attack targeting my weaknesses." Agu was wrapped in a stack of strange bandages, his voice sounding raspy.

Han Lai stood quietly on the desolate street in the dusk, in front of the "Sheng's Sweet Shop." He waited for the sunlight to fade away, waiting for dusk to pass and night to descend.

With this realization, Nan Changqing’s mood instantly brightened. Even the aura surrounding him shifted.

Huang Feng did not have many troops left here now. The Flying Tigers had departed, and the other two infantry battalions had gone off to do the work of bandits.

The end of the fifth month was a day worth celebrating for the entire Azure Dragon Empire, as it marked the one-hundred-day banquet for the Empire's first imperial grandson.

Collecting hundreds of thousands of people at once, even if everyone opened their minds willingly, required all of Xia Lei's mental energy. How could he possibly have the capacity to withstand an attack from the opponent?

Seeing this, Xiao Ze scanned his surroundings, leaped onto a large boulder, and quickly sat cross-legged. As he entered a meditative state, a vast essence gradually emanated from his body, enveloping an area of more than ten meters.

Looking at the tightly shut door, He Shu did not know what to say. When she first joined the crew, she was the object of everyone's adoration, with people bowing and whispering flattering words that had made her feel immensely satisfied.

"I said one billion. Anything below that price, I won't even consider." Wen Xin extended her slender fingers, gesturing in front of her; her freshly manicured nails glowed with a delicate, alluring luster.

The heavy rain continued until late at night. The Gobi soil could not absorb the water, leaving little trace of the storm behind, save for a few puddles lingering in the cracks of the stones.

After ordering their meal, Yang Ding and Chen Tao chose a spot near the edge of the tent and sat down, waiting for the food to be cooked and served.

Xiao Ze asked, "Do you dare?" The provocation was intense. If Hong Qingyang did not accept, it would imply that he was afraid to compete against Xiao Ze. Once a cultivator loses their nerve, they are destined to be secretly mocked within the Kunlun Sect.

Upon hearing this, Ye Xue was quite surprised. She had thought Han Ming was just pedantic and rigid, never expecting him to have such a sharp side.

Yang Zuyao declined some of the reporters' interviews, only cooperating for a few photographs. Beyond that, as he walked back, he kept analyzing his current problems.

Especially as a singer who had emerged suddenly this year and shone brightly, many people were keeping a close eye on him.

"You aren't stupid, so how did you get tricked into becoming a hostage back then? If I hadn't arrived in time, you would have been sold like gold and still helped them count the money," Fu Yanzhi said coldly.

But what Zhang Yun did not know was that Tang Yang was well-versed in concealment arrays—there were just many types, and the ones coming from Nie Fan’s hand were simply not found in this world! How could Tang Yang possibly know of them?

Many people laughed with schadenfreude, looking at Lin Chen as if he were an idiot.

She walked kindly behind Shen Gu and used both hands to firmly knead his tense shoulders.

At this moment, Bai Qi was truly overthinking it. This version of Nie Fan was not actually that irritable, nor was he unreasonable. Perhaps it had something to do with Nie Xiao’s teachings back in the mortal realm.

Because the closer they walked toward the elevator lobby, the greater the possibility of being near others, they stopped speaking during the remainder of their journey.

Lin Yimao keenly sensed this, guessing it was one of those melodramatic plots of love at first sight, followed by a vow of chastity kept for a promise.

"I'm going out for a moment!" An Moxi said. "You stay here; don't move!" She pointed at his chin, trying to lift her head so the height difference wouldn't be so disadvantageous.

The sycophant who was the first to follow Su Mu was named Liang Ziwei. He was about twenty years old and quite skilled at flattery. Su Mu found it somewhat intoxicating and didn't feel any aversion to him; in fact, they chatted quite well.

"What did you say? Say it again—the Third Prince and Mai Tao'er didn't have their hands or feet severed? And they are still alive and well?" Sibao widened his eyes and asked.