Chapter 28: Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, Fleeing Is the Best Strategy!

The hideous, ghostly face bore a striking resemblance to the fierce spirit from moments ago, and it roared as it struggled to break free. Instinctively, Nan Yuanman reached into her cloth bag, snatched a Heaven-Thunder Talisman, and hurled it at its midsection.

The talisman crackled and exploded with a series of thunderous pops. The ghostly visage, caught in the blast, was instantly driven back, while the entire body of Elder Nan began to convulse and tremble violently. When the power of the talisman dissipated, his sparse hair stood upright on end, and he exhaled a puff of white smoke, staring at Nan Yuanman with a look of utter bewilderment.

Over thirty years ago, Mickey Mouse was enduring his usual miserable life on the Astronomy Tower when a sudden thought struck him: he should leave Hogwarts and return to the Abandoned Continent to seek out his own kin. At the time, he truly felt there was no reason for him to remain at Hogwarts any longer.

As his gaze reached the doorway, Lindy, who had been quite relaxed until then, dropped her jaw in shock.

"I hesitated before, always feeling it was better not to tell you. But now, I realize there are some things you need to understand," Red Bell said, staring fixedly into Su Ge’s eyes.

Within the token lay a phantom space about ten feet across, veiled in a gray mist and saturated with a strange spiritual energy. This energy was incredibly beneficial to the spirit and soul, nearly identical to pure, blank soul essence that could be directly absorbed by the soul.

As members of the elite among the great aristocratic clans, every scion of the house would naturally inherit the resources accumulated by their ancestors upon entering official service.

"No! It is not just one small step!" Professor Lu suddenly shouted, cutting off the host, indifferent to the embarrassment etched across the host's face.

If everything were open and above board, there would be no issue, but if there were hidden, sinister motives, it suggested that the Chosen One of this generation indeed harbored some problems that required timely "correction." Throughout history, the Chosen Ones had always been exceptionally gifted individuals, so such occurrences were not entirely unexpected.

A ten-thousand-strong unit of the Imperial Palace Guard might not necessarily defeat an army of one hundred thousand elite troops, but if that same guard were to lead thirty or fifty thousand elites against an enemy force three times their number, there would be no issue at all. It would inevitably result in a crushing, landslide victory.

Why is it that between people, there is always so much mutual harm, and why are partings always so unavoidable?

The near-total annihilation of the Five Schools of the Northern Army sent a chill through the countless noble families and powerful clans who had been closely monitoring this war.

Furthermore, the cashier girl’s watery, doe-like eyes kept drifting toward me.

Hearing these words, I let out a bitter laugh, took a deep drag of my cigarette, crushed the butt, and began to walk forward.

I spoke this way because it was highly likely that Ye Rong was still watching us from the surveillance room, and I did not want to show any cracks that might let her discover something.

When he spoke, it was as if he were the king of the world, and everyone was obligated to obey his commands.

In my experience, only those who were older or had stepped into the realities of society became "chimneys." Shen Linfeng pinched the cigarette butt between his thumb and forefinger for one final drag before flicking it in an arc, startling several boys walking by.

Immortal Venerable Kaiming frowned. For this person to claim that the Kunlun Ancestral Grounds were dangerous was an unmistakable insinuation that he harbored harmful intentions.

A platinum-tier pet—it was actually a platinum-tier pet! What the hell? Since when had platinum-tier pets begun to appear?

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yingying and I exchanged an instinctive glance, both of us unable to help but find the situation somewhat amusing.

Upon hearing those two words, the fatty looked confused. Help? Was there anyone left in the Peak who dared to help him? Since three days ago, everyone had been avoiding him like the plague; even when he called, no one dared to pick up.

The footsteps were heavy; from the sound alone, I could tell they belonged to someone of a sturdy build. The sound grew closer and closer, until with a loud "bang," the door to our hospital room was violently kicked open from the outside.