Chapter 101: A Sweeping Victory

Clearly, this was not the usual effect of the Flying Sight Pill; normally, it would only double one’s abilities at most, since it was, after all, just a basic potion.
“How did you do it?”
Ghost Hand stared at Qin Yu in shock.
“One of your ingredients was off. Flying Sight Pill is a basic potion, but you actually used Spirit Grass Juice, and the other herbs…”
Though old age had slowed him, he still possessed a sharp tongue, and his height, combined with his habit of glaring sternly at others, lent him an intimidating presence.
Nothing could be seen within the black mist, and Long Qianyue was curious how she managed to launch such an accurate ambush. If she accidentally struck Long Qianyu, wouldn’t that be bad?
He was calm and composed, appearing to be a quiet man. His features were refined, his build slender, and he looked to be seventeen or eighteen.
What on earth was he thinking? Zhou Meiyun’s mind raced, and she barely noticed Taoran’s occasional flirtations. Being near the business district, finding a good place to eat was quite easy.
Mo Feiluan looked up at him, nodded, and smiled gracefully, “Then I’ll be off.” She released Jiang Yiting’s hand and turned to leave.
Habit is a frightening thing. What would she be like without Ming Hanfeng by her side in the future?

Mo Youxun listened to her words, and his vision blurred with tears, his heart aching sharply.
Ajiu was both delighted and moved. “Senior Brother, is Master doing well?” Two thousand warrior monks—he’d emptied the entire Shaolin Temple! And leading them was the straightforward, righteous Senior Brother Huizhi. Only the head monk would go to such lengths for him.
“Stop! The chrysanthemum you brought back the other day, was that a thank-you gift from Huang Yan?” Ajiu couldn’t help but interject.
Pressed overwhelmingly, the man was deeply aggrieved—he had never been so humiliated in his life.
Xie Xiao nearly burst out laughing at the scene; what was wrong with his lord today? His face was bruised, and now he’d been startled by a bolt of lightning—perhaps he’d done too many guilty deeds lately?
“No, no, no…” Lin Shanghan didn’t know how to explain. Should he just say he was in a bad mood and wanted him to keep driving a bit longer? Wouldn’t that sound crazy?
Gu Tingzhi heard Lin Sui Miao’s nonsense and looked at her slowly, as if questioning, Are you sure about that?
Lin Shanghan timidly left the classroom and began running toward the sports field—worried that Deng Ziyi would wait too long, yet he’d also promised Li Yixuan to return early. He truly was in a difficult spot.
Madam Fang, as the wife of the Prime Minister, would only come here if someone specifically sought her out; otherwise, she had no reason to be present.
Zhou Yi fell into deep thought. A single application triggered the quest, suggesting that being a university teaching assistant met the requirements for the main storyline.

Indeed, although Lin Shanghan was Li Yixuan’s boyfriend, it didn’t stop others from liking Li Yixuan.
“It’s not tragic. Forgetting is good. You can start over, unburdened by the past,” I said, wiping away my tears.
The Abbot closed his eyes and remained silent, as if no one stood before him, quietly listening to the constant roar of the waves on the sea.
Mindful of the others present, Jiang Yihong refrained from mentioning that he was only at the Nascent Soul stage, striving to be a diligent cultivator at all times.
So Ye Chen decided to seek out a nearby ancient mine and gradually infiltrate the stone mountain along the range.
I withdrew my hand from the car door, puzzled. “What’s wrong?” No sooner had I spoken than a dangerous aura was felt outside.
“Prince, we have the recipe—Li Yun confessed!” Shadow One’s excited voice trembled with emotion.
Bi Ying’s wound was on her left shoulder, clearly inflicted by a sharp blade; her entire shoulder was pierced, but fortunately, the bone remained unharmed.