Volume 1 Chapter 28: Young Master Qin’s Seven In and Seven Out

Lin Beibei saw the comments and quickly smiled as she spoke, "Welcome, Young Master Qin..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw the next comment.

*Enjoying a Spineless Life*: [Young Master Qin has left again.]

Lin Beibei: "..."

What was going on?

*Jiu Jiu’s Biggest Fan*: [Young Master Qin is here again!]

Lin Beibei smiled and spoke once more: "Welcome, Young Master Qin..."

*Enjoying a Spineless Life*: [Young Master Qin has left again.]

Lin Beibei blinked, her smile freezing on her face once more. This Young Master Qin had entered and exited her stream three times now. What was he trying to do, channel Zhao Yun? Did he intend to complete seven entries and seven exits?

*Jiu Jiu’s Biggest Fan*: [Young Master Qin is back again and again!]

This time, Lin Beibei stayed silent, simply watching to see what he would do next...

Usually, a hero needs to reach level six and unlock all their skills to be considered complete; support characters need level six even more.

Before anyone could react to what was happening, the green peacock took flight, and the youth disappeared along with it.

Wan Yanjia, however, felt the opposite; he found it fresh and fun, and even more so, exciting. His heart was itching, eager to take action.

Qin Yibai’s remarks actually made everyone on the city walls burst into laughter, and even the Immortal Emperor couldn’t help but smile.

Few people truly left an impression on him, and those he favored were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Commander Lang looked at the four dishes and one soup he had just ladled from the communal pot onto his tray and smiled faintly.

The Red Cell selection was a special request from the Langya Special Operations Brigade to the Wolf Warrior Squadron, hoping the latter would use their own high standards to conduct the recruitment and training.

Tang Chen walked a few steps forward, then secretly pinched his nose shut, and the nauseating feeling vanished.

The long, crimson ribbon—it was only because of his support that I was able to stand atop the snowy peak and cast it into the wind.

After all, the group of people who had died previously had gone to seek justice from General Weizi; it was because of this very youth. Now, it seemed that everyone involved in that affair was dead, killed by the same youth they had sought justice from.

Chen Shihao, who had been sighing while covering his face, heard the dressing room door open. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for a shocking visual impact. He turned his head, and upon seeing the two people emerge, his eyes popped out, and his jaw practically hit the floor.

Jiuxuan continued to tell Ye Yang that in ancient times, the Dragon-Elephant clan was the pinnacle of the beast races. Clans like the Celestial Wolves or the Azure Dragons weren't even fit to carry their shoes.

"Are you subordinate members of the Five Elders Association?!" Chen Shihao suddenly asked a question that caught everyone off guard.

Such heavy losses left the remnants of the Liu clan stunned, and it sent Liu Shengzhe into a thunderous rage. After berating Liu Yuan, he vented all his fury on Qi Yuan.

Yunni stirred the soup in the pot in silence. A moment later, she dipped a spoon in to taste it, sprinkled in some salt from the jar, covered the pot, and moved it aside.

If the Six Demon Generals were left to finish the task, the unformed consciousness could hardly blame him for any shortcomings.

The humans were all excited, looking at Yang Fan with reverence. The young prodigies of the myriad races, however, wore complex expressions; many had boasted of stepping over Yang Fan to reach the top, but now, upon seeing him, they could only retreat, lacking the courage to engage him in battle.

Liu Dongxing frowned: "A classmate of Brother Han? From Kangcheng Academy?" He glanced at the others and sneered inwardly. These people were also from Kangcheng Academy; why hadn't he seen them lift a finger?

Shen Wudao shrugged, indifferent to the mention of Heavenly Dao injuries. He rushed forward, intent on claiming the Immortal Tree.

The Origin Bloodline, even with only a single branch remaining, was not something to be trifled with. After all, the clan still harbored an ancient supreme being of the Divine Core Realm, whose power was unfathomable.

The one wielding the fireball completed his spell instantly and sent it flying toward Shui Han. Shui Han did not dodge, did not defend, and did not use any techniques to neutralize it; instead, he charged headlong into it.

After dozens of days of forced marches in this manner, the Meng family army finally reached the Great Wall and linked up with the local garrison.

Sure enough, within a minute or two, he saw people emerging from the distance—all of them acting furtively, heads hunched and backs arched, looking like common thieves. Seeing that they had indeed come, Shui Han couldn't help but smile bitterly; why were his predictions always so accurate?

The Ice Bird had escaped, and Feng Qian knew it. He hadn't blocked the bird's departure because, on one hand, it posed no threat to him, and on the other, he couldn't fly and couldn't catch it anyway; it was better to let it live.

Xie Yujiao lay facing the inside of the bed, motionless. Qiu Lan knew she wasn't asleep; she simply didn't want to face the Chen family. Qiu Lan pulled up a chair, sat by the bedside, and stared blankly at the thin shoulders exposed outside the quilt.

Everyone turned in unison at the sound, seeing Old Man Ban piloting a massive mechanical aircraft, waving at them from the sky.

"If anything were to happen to you, how could I explain it to your Imperial Father? To the millions of subjects of your Leizhen Kingdom?" Lin Yifan asked in return.

Qiu Lan walked out of the Ning Prince's room with a livid expression, heading straight for the guest rooms at the other end of the corridor.

Han Meiling had been driven away by the Taoist Master Xuji. In truth, Xuji had long known that Han Meiling was a mole sent by her senior sister to monitor her; she hadn't exposed her because she wanted to see what her senior sister was up to.

"I don't think I need to explain anything else, do I?" Ma Wenrou continued, seemingly probing.

Ning Yue suddenly felt two droplets fall onto her collarbone, like two burning sparks searing her chest.

Many people were busy clearing away the carcasses of the black beetles. Their remains could be used for medicinal alchemy, and with so many bodies, the town's alchemists were in for a stroke of luck.

Yan Jingyu did not underestimate the gaunt young man; instead, he slowly clenched his fists and walked toward A-Bin, step by step.

Wei Qinghe had already left to prepare for Ma Wenrou's funeral—an unsettling case of the old burying the young. The vast conference room was left with only Li Banruo and Old Five.