Chapter Ninety-Five: A Clear Stance

I Am the Legendary Divine Doctor Wu Qingkong 1316 words 2026-02-09 18:19:30

Qin Siyuan had not quite finished speaking on his side, but Qin Zhiqiu had already understood what her elder brother meant.

With a faintly petulant air, she said, “Hmph. I really do not know what is so good about that Su Chan. Yet Ye Cheng has fallen for her. Brother, you did not see her at the table—she was so smug it nearly drove me mad.”

I gave an awkward smile.

Then the class bell rang. At the sound, I could not help but shiver all over; I was already prepared for Shishi’s judgment.

What followed was mutual vigilance, a few hidden shots traded in the dark, the long-awaited reduction in strength, the enemy’s frailty—best of all, a strike landing squarely on the forehead.

Most crucially, EDG could not even take the defensive tower in the bottom lane; when Galio showed up in mid, Lucian and Alistar both retreated beneath the tower again.

“Up to you,” Qin Xue said after hearing him out. She thought it over, and since it did not conflict with anything, he might as well go. It made no difference to her anyway.

Zhao Xin had basically done nothing in the early game; he had been farming the whole time, while the spider had stayed top. The lower jungle was given entirely to Zhao Xin, who had farmed three sections of the jungle—if his creep score did not drop, that would be the miracle.

Ji Gang’s face darkened in an instant. He might be able to gloss over it for now, but once he stood before the court and the emperor, before those clever men, there would be no way to bluff his way through.

Even the beasts were not spared. Together with the disciples and elders, they took up arms to meet the enemy. In an instant, the once calm and solemn Spirit Brook Sect became a slaughterhouse.

It was all plunder. Luxuriant growth was but the faint shimmer of a delicate heart. The lotus leaves beneath the eaves had already stood for a thousand years; the hardships of study were far more arduous than the task of the Jade Emperor himself rising to the heavens to take command.

Going there meant danger not only from the Cemetery of Gods and Demons, but also from hidden forces. Yet with great risk came great reward; perhaps one might obtain some inheritance. Especially since he still had that miraculous system on his side.

Just as the excavator was diving under the tower, Clid knew reinforcements would not arrive in time. He had the barrel of the barrel-headed warrior go straight toward top lane, hoping that while the excavator was away he could limit the opposing top laner’s growth.

“We are here!” More than thirty Cloudflow Sect disciples in blue robes, swords in hand, suddenly ran out from the valley and surrounded the Heaven Martial Sect members.

Dong Zhuo looked at the scene and laughed in unrestrained delight. But when his gaze fell upon Wang Yun below, the corners of his mouth curled again with a knowing, mocking smile.

Yet now that they had met again, the Wind Howl King respectfully followed behind the Bright Darkness Vajra King. From this alone, Tai Xuan could determine that even if the Wind Howl King were not the Bright Darkness Vajra King’s disciple, he was still bound to him by some immense connection.

The two sides seemed to be exerting every last ounce of effort. Though the strange beast beneath their feet had already fallen, it had not affected either of them in the slightest.

“My lord,” said Cao Ren after a pause, “I feel that if they truly went to Shu Commandery, then the situation now is like a deadlock. Since they have gone to Shu Commandery, why not first block them all within its borders and wait for the right moment to find a flaw and break the stalemate!”

This really should not be the case. With such scorching spiritual flames and such abundant primordial energy, it ought to have nurtured many more spiritual treasures, and those treasures should have been even more profound than those on the outskirts of Fire Mountain to be considered normal.

“Not enough. This little bit of power is not enough!” The Sword Demon’s expression was ferocious beyond measure. Blood streamed continuously down his body, and the power of the Blood-Crying Demon Sword in his hand suddenly surged, drawing upon the might of heaven and earth without cease.

“Yes, yes, sir.” The youth did not dare delay any longer. Gritting his teeth, he climbed the steps and ascended the platform. Looking at the pitch-dark passage beyond the great gate before him, he closed his eyes and stepped inside.

Only then did the Heart Flame realize it had been deceived. Its light flickered wildly as it tried desperately to break free, but after just brushing against the Devouring Heaven Divine Flame, a great portion of it had already been swallowed. Frightened, the Heart Flame hurriedly withdrew several paces.

Indeed. After all, this concerned a soldier’s honor. Although there was Gerard’s order backing it up, when it came to taking the initiative to surrender, let alone those major military commanders, perhaps even ordinary soldiers with even a shred of pride would not be able to bring themselves to run off and surrender on their own.