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"Welcome, welcome! Welcome back!" Xu Zhang shouted through a megaphone at Su Yunjin, Zhang Chuchu, and the others.

At the same time, staff members stepped forward to present floral wreaths to Zhang Chuchu and her group, with one naturally given to Su Yunjin as well.

As they donned the wreaths, Xu Zhang spoke up, "Everyone, pay attention. We are now entering the final task of our wilderness special training..."

"What? There's still another task?"

Before Xu Zhang could finish—

"Oh, I was laughing too hard! Cousin, Sister Yuanyuan, you two treacherous things, you didn't even wait for me! I'm coming!" Yan'er, noticing that the other two had already been swimming for a while, let out a comical shriek and jumped into the water.

The tea leaves were quickly unfurling in the hot water, tumbling about in the teapot as they slowly released their essence. A faint, refreshing fragrance drifted up with the steam. Yang Weihua and Jin Yang immediately craned their necks, gazing longingly at the teapot.

Yun Luoxue was naturally beautiful; even dressed so plainly, her elegance remained undiminished. Watching her, Yun Xiyue could not help but gnash her teeth in hatred.

But now that even Bai Zhenxiang had said as much, how could it be false? As a father, there was no way he would ever wrong his own child.

The market was a trading point spontaneously organized by the residents and farm owners around Augusta, which gradually took shape over time.

Upon hearing Bai Yan’s words, Ling’er’s tears turned to laughter. She wiped away her tears, her smile innocent and lovely.

Qiao Liang listened to the rapid-fire string of excuses tumbling from Tang Xi’s mouth, feeling momentarily speechless... So, in the end, it was still his fault?

According to Liao Hongcai’s original intent, he had hoped to divert the media's attention so that they wouldn't keep pressing him with questions.

The wind was biting, and the moon was mostly obscured by dark clouds. The moonlight was pale and dismal, and everyone felt an eerie, chilling presence.

Deep in the mountain forest behind them, a roar erupted, deafening and shaking the entire peak. Yuan Shan, who had been in pursuit, was suddenly stunned by the sound. His palm, about to seize Li Yunchen, froze mid-air, and his steps came to a halt.

The speed of the instructing senior disciples below had also slowed, but their spiritual perception was stronger than Mi Dou’s, allowing them to cover about 150 meters after each rest.

Mo Liu sped along. Upon reaching the entrance of the grand hall at the summit, he saw numerous signs of destruction and followed these traces further inside.

If not for the support of the Sanskrit chants, the indescribable agony would have long ago caused him to howl in pain or succumb to unconsciousness.

Ling Xiao was not the only one capable of solidification; they all refrained from spreading the technique due to the potential consequences, as the market still needed time to build up.

Wu Tian’s dantian was shattered, and his meridians were severed throughout his body. Even if miraculous medicine could save his life, he would be a cripple from this day forward, his path in the martial arts brought to a permanent end.

The Star-Pattern Token had always been kept by the Sect Leader of the Star-Pattern Sect, but it had remained missing ever since the current Sect Leader, Dugu, seized power through a coup decades ago.

At this moment, Li Yunchen finally understood the origin of the various exotic beasts within the Dan Ding Pavilion. He speculated that perhaps the Pixiu also came from the Shuiyue Cavern.

Li Yunchen nodded. Three thousand years ago, the Demon Emperor had ventured deep into the Silent Forest and suffered heavy injuries; it was during that time that the Gouchen was brought out.

Cheng Yaojin, Shan Xiongxin, Pei Yuanqing, Wang Bodang, Pei Xingyan—which of them was not a legendary warrior of his time?

Everyone greeted Sun Yi upon seeing him. Since he had treated the coaching staff to pizza and won the first match, Robert and the others had grown much more favorable toward him.

Hearing Mother Zhu’s soft intake of breath, Zhu Wenting and Lu Yao exchanged a knowing look. It was easy to imagine the scene of the elderly couple playing around outside the main room; it was likely that Father Zhu had been pinched by Mother Zhu again.

He still thought Xu Qian was a young man, as his face was incredibly deceptive; those who didn't know him all assumed he was around twenty years old.