Chapter 52: Making Amends

After finishing her final class for the students, Shen Zhiwei stepped out of the school gate and ran into Chen Su.

She was leaning against a Pagani smoking a cigarette, drawing the attention of many passing students.

Shen Zhiwei stopped in her tracks and frowned, "You... are you waiting for me?"

Chen Su stubbed out her cigarette, straightened up, and walked straight up to Shen Zhiwei without a word.

...

The two of them shifted their gaze toward the battlefield. The Golden Toad possessed formidable strength, and casualties could occur at any moment, so they had to prepare to enter the fray.

Wang Zhi hurriedly closed the door, stood by the entrance for a moment in thought, then bolted it from the inside and shoved a low storage chest against it as a barricade.

Yao Shun cursed inwardly. At this moment, his limbs felt weak, and maintaining even a shred of concentration was difficult. This state was going to persist for three full days—truly ruthless. What was even more ruthless was that without asking a single question, a direct conclusion had been drawn.

"These are my savings from pocket money and New Year cash over the years. I can dispose of them however I wish. My parents won't interfere. Feel free to use them, and you don't need to pay me back," An Ruosu said generously.

On Profound Yin Island, Xu Hua and a pale-faced gray-robed elder stood atop a towering peak, gazing at the chaotic and devastated island with gloomy expressions.

Plague corpses crafted from superior materials not only possessed a faint glimmer of intelligence, but the corpse venom they developed was also much more targeted. Needless to say, their physical durability far surpassed that of ordinary plague corpses; even Core Formation stage sword cultivators encountering these red-eyed plague corpses would need to avoid their sharp edge temporarily.

That mountain peak, according to the previous generation's sect master, was specifically used to seal a sword scar. It was because the founding master of the sect had discovered this sword scar that he ultimately became a legendary generation of swordsmen in the State of Zhao.

The thick-browed, wide-eyed man had already assumed a combat stance, eager to test out a few moves he had just learned, only to watch the two figures before him turn around and leisurely stroll back toward the sect's interior.

As long as that incident truly happened here, I will take the soil back for Professor Jin to analyze. If it matches the soil on my father's severed hand...

It was said that this was originally captured by a passerby who happened to find it aesthetically pleasing, posted it on the homepage of their social media, and was then discovered by sharp-eyed netizens who reposted it back into the domestic network.

"Representing us in the match is the Cloud Soar Peak's spiritual beast, Fatty Chirp. It loves to charge around blindly," Xingyun continued with her commentary.

Now that the heart she had been keeping in her throat finally settled, she realized that this figure in black had facial contours somewhat similar to Xiao Xiao's, though Xiao Xiao's features were much more delicate.

Down the mountain, screams echoed incessantly. The Purgatory Beasts were feasting wildly, and wisps of blue light representing life essence drifted through the darkness.

Doujiao crouched anxiously by the door, hearing only a cacophony of crashing noises and a man's furious roars from within.

The Hanseatic League, under the initiative of Gurusm, began trading with the lords of the Catholic world. Several commercial expeditions to Slavic territories and even further east toward Rus generated profits from gemstones and furs that rivaled the gains of multiple military campaigns.

"Secondly, the common people have just managed to live a slightly more stable life thanks to the imperial court's disaster relief supplies. Before the situation has even had a chance to settle, we are rushing headlong into war."

Olan knew that his private messages to Malm could not be concealed; letters traveling from the royal court to Malm's hands long ago ceased to be secrets.

"The principles of mutual generation and restraint are things your senior brother has only grasped to a very small degree. Your talent is a hundred times greater than his, which means you must study and practice even harder to slowly comprehend them. If there is anything you do not understand, you can come and consult me and Master," Jingqi gazed intently at Weijiang and said solemnly.

Even so, amidst the back-and-forth transit of letters, ensuring that the supplies actually reached the hands of the common people without being plundered by river bandits remained a major problem.

The garrison wizard, possessing tier-one cultivation, trembled under Román's tier-two oppressive aura, yet mindful of his duties, he remained steadfastly loyal to his post.

However, since Her Majesty the Queen had already traveled far to Dayun, fortunately reunited with the Emperor, and found beloved friends and family such as Uncle Xue Rong, Uncle Ruixuan, and Uncle Wuxia, she no longer needed to seek vengeance on her behalf.