Chapter 115: Ye Fanzhi, the God of Pure Love

The following morning.

Sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains into the disheveled bedroom.

On the large bed, the exhausted Lin Ran turned over and embraced the woman beside him.

Zeng Li pushed him away, sat up in bed, held her forehead, and sighed repeatedly.

How had she ended up sleeping with him last night?

And it had been her first time.

Most importantly, his identity was extraordinarily complicated.

She had acted on impulse last night.

Afterward, Zeng Li had regained complete clarity.

Lin Ran woke up.

But as far as Li Wei was concerned, if the Wraith Spirit Sword could successfully devour a thousand vengeful spirits and directly increase his strength by a thousand points, then even if he encountered another Dragonblood Knight of the same level, he was confident he could kill the opponent with a single strike.

The German forces in Qingdao had already handed everything over to the Japanese. The difference in power was obvious. Besides, Japan was much closer to China, making trade between them far more convenient. If he did not get involved now, when would he?

A sudden jolt ran through her heart, accompanied by an ominous premonition. She called several more classmates. Only Xue Lingyun answered, but she was in the capital, not in Shu.

“Watching your sleeping face, so peaceful, I could never grow tired of it. But I still have a great deal of work to do. So I’ll be leaving for a while. I don’t know when I’ll be able to return and fall asleep holding my Stone.”

“You think no one will know when we head to the Beyond-Heaven Universe in a while?” Mo Wuji said.

“How did you know, girl?” Wei Haowei asked with a beaming smile, gazing warmly at Gu Yunmi as he affectionately called her “girl.”

After considering every possibility, she found no other explanation. She could only conclude that this man was simply too extraordinary—and understood her far too well.

That familiar scent had appeared again. It had once followed that scent and led Gu Qi to Baoxiang Cemetery. She never would have imagined that she would smell it again in Jianghai City after that night—and this time, it was so close.

However, the person capable of restraining him had to be someone of equal stature. Xu Er knew quite a few such people. As for herself, she seemed to know only Xu Er and Li Lianfeng. Oh, and there was also Ye San.

“Then does the constantly changing appearance of this magic formation mean that it won’t be able to hold out much longer?” Li Wei bluntly stated the truth.

Tang Yaohui also breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he truly was no match for Jin Hong at present. Looking at the sword on the ground, Tang Yaohui smiled. He had left his previous weapon at the entrance to the ruins, and he had unexpectedly obtained another one now. He wondered how many credits he could get for taking it back to the academy. He could not use a sword anyway; he would be better off seeing whether he could exchange it for a saber.

These ten people had been selected by Old Xu from more than a hundred applicants. Among them were graduates of prestigious universities around the world as well as white-collar professionals who had spent many years in the business world. In short, these ten were the elite of the elite.

“Master, m-my cultivation is too weak. How am I supposed to survive for a month deep in the mountains?” Yu Sheng was on the verge of tears.

“Hello, I’m Lin Jing. You asked me to come for a trial today.” Lin Jing shook Xiao Zefang’s hand with easy confidence.

Although they were only one level apart, the difference in power between martial artists of different levels was as vast as heaven and earth. The dividing line between a first-rate expert and a grandmaster was inner force. Only after one had developed inner force within the body and could circulate it freely could one become a grandmaster-level expert.

Sun Yiqian felt his vision go black. They were all second-generation members of the Sun family, the pillars of its future. Now, watching them die in droves, he knew that even if the Sun family managed to overcome its current crisis, it was finished. Gripping his long sword, he raised it toward his neck.

Qiu Yeling knew what awaited him next: a process of stabbing him that resembled the concealed-box tricks of a magician. The difference was that the next strike would truly be fatal.

Xue Yutang smiled. “How could this be my own idea? The world I came from had more mature systems of governance. Everything there was more orderly, the people lived and worked in peace, and life was prosperous. I’m merely imitating what I saw, and I haven’t even captured one ten-thousandth of it.”