Volume One, Chapter 62: I Have Someone I Like

"What? No blind dates!"

Master Xiao's reaction was explosive.

He glared at Xiao Junhe. "Are you trying to defy the heavens?"

Li Shishi had already arranged for him to transfer to Dongshan University. Once the new term began, he would become Ye Rou's classmate, and the two could see each other often.

The referee spoke with upright authority and righteousness, his voice resonant and powerful, exuding a commanding presence reminiscent of the legendary Justice Bao. With his decision announced, the students of Class Eight erupted into excited applause, while those of Class Three exchanged disheartened glances, filled with frustration, yet none dared step forward to argue.

Bloodless, while speaking, dealt with all the sun puppets within several meters of Hanshuang. Although the discussion sounded like a negotiation, the intention was unmistakably clear.

Madam An, on hearing this, hurried over to take a look. She saw a faint red mark on Shang Jiao's forehead, clearly a scar left from a previous heavy blow that had since healed, and now a large lump had risen like a horn. Her heart ached, and she couldn't help but cry out in distress.

The real reason the "Heavenly Talents Register" hadn’t included them wasn’t a lack of strength, but rather their undistinguished records, making them hard to evaluate. Moreover, these individuals had grown up in more secluded environments, making it nearly impossible to uncover additional information about them.

Meanwhile, Yan Qing and his four companions continued to focus their attacks on the three deadly weaknesses, occasionally varying their strikes to target other major vulnerabilities previously revealed.

Night had fallen, but the moon shone especially bright. At the end of the crystal glass table, pressed against it, was a large floor-to-ceiling window.

The night breeze gently stirred, lifting the hem of Mu Xiaoyao’s pure white garment. Since today was the press conference, he had casually chosen a white shirt from his wardrobe.

Hanshuang answered softly—it sounded partly like a reply, partly as if there was a deeper meaning, its true intent unclear.

This time, the approaching puppets hadn’t reached them before their attacks struck first. The same searing heat, but with a different intensity—these sun puppets were clearly of a higher rank than the previous two.

Luo Han spread his consciousness, sensing that the barrier enveloping the boundless snowy mountain was still in place, with fierce winds sweeping ceaselessly inside.

At the point of impact, spiritual energy still surged and raged, forming a torrent that swirled rapidly, drawing in the world’s spiritual power until it became a massive vortex, exuding an aura so terrifying it made the heart tremble.

The golden eyes were no longer like those of a frog, but utterly pure gold, completely replacing the blue and shining with a mystical brilliance, appearing extraordinarily supernatural.

Overjoyed, Wang Fen couldn’t wait to test his new ability. The twenty minutes spent charging had only managed to siphon off eight kilowatts—compared to his modified battery, the output was reduced by a hundredfold, equivalent to the peak consumption of just a few households, making it extremely safe to steal.

Zhang Er also knew that, with no fame to his name, meeting these renowned figures would be difficult. He had never imagined, however, that it would be this hard. Wasn’t he just a down-and-out man? It was rare enough that his lord valued him, yet the man remained so proud.

So, even though their vision was still somewhat blurred, every spectator kept their eyes wide open, fixed on the arena, waiting until their sight gradually cleared and they could finally make out what was happening on the stage.

The Sage of Six Paths was not wrong in what he did, but it was precisely the power of chakra that split a world of ordinary people into two separate realms.

The other issue was the Resident Evil timeline. The author simply couldn’t find the exact moment when the T-virus broke out in Raccoon City, so decided to have it erupt simultaneously with the Hive. In truth, the timeline isn’t important—as long as it’s enjoyable, that’s what matters. If you find anything unsatisfying, leave a comment; if the author sees a real issue, it will be fixed immediately.