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Chapter 40 Because he had a terrible sense of direction! Before Ji Yanqing could even react, Feng Yimo’s entire weight fell into his arms. He steadied him. “Are you okay?” That flower field could make them lose control of their bodies and cause hallucinations, but the hallucinogenic effects didn’t affect everyone. As far as he knew, only a few people in the team had experienced them. He was one of them, and so was Lan Zi. Besides that, could the scent of the flower field also make people feel drunk? Come to think of it, Feng Yimo really had seemed fine when everyone else had collapsed before. It was fortunate that he had been fine. Otherwise, they would still be lying there, motionless. The effects of the flower field might not just be to make them lose control of their bodies. If they were exposed for a long time, if they inhaled too much of it, their breathing and heartbeat might even stop. Feng Yimo had saved their lives this time. Being asked, Feng Yimo’s head lolled, rubbing...

Chapter 29 Not All Mary Sues Have Rainbow-Colored Hair. Not far away, the instructors were also discussing the fight. “A very… peculiar fighting style.” Wenren Tianhua furrowed her brow slightly. “An excellent case study of how sufficient skill can compensate for a disparity in power.” “Your mecha, ‘Ephemeral Mantis,’ is known for its speed and explosive power,” Sophia Ar-Glynis twirled a strand of lavender hair around her finger. “From your perspective, how is he?” Wenren Tianhua answered without hesitation, “Fast. Extremely fast.” The tall man beside them rubbed his hair in a mixture of excitement and frustration, a long scar prominent on his face. “What a nuisance. I absolutely hate dealing with speed-type opponents.” “Wolfe, rein in your competitive spirit.” Nathaniel pulled off his eye patch and said indifferently, “This person’s physique is barely above B-rank. He’s not even a proper pilot, just an ordinary person. For someone of your ...

Chapter 28 There's Always That Person in Class Who Seems to Not Study But Gets First Place. The students present gasped. Eugene’s spiritual power hadn't reached the level of materialization, but it had already formed a near-solid phantom—a massive python, like a dragon emerging from the sea, opened its gaping maw towards Yi Zhen. Yi Zhen’s eyes reflected the glint of the snake’s fangs as he pushed Ai Ling away with a palm. Ai Ling cried out, “Yi Zhen!” Natalia snapped, “Eugene, are you crazy? This isn’t a dueling arena!” Yi Zhen had already leaped gracefully into the air. Every eye in the vicinity was glued to his figure. The original “Yi Zhen’s” clothes were mostly made of flowing, smooth fabrics. His long sleeves billowed, his robes trailed behind him, and when he walked, from behind, it looked incredibly elegant. Today, Yi Zhen wore a pearl-colored robe of this style. When the wind blew, it rippled like amorous white waves. But as hi...

Chapter 39 Was Feng Yimo... Drunk? “Ji Yanqing?” Ji Yanqing only had time to hear a voice calling him before his mind fell into chaos. He didn’t lose consciousness. On the contrary, he was incredibly lucid. But he had fallen into a hallucination. It was before the virus outbreak. The metropolis was full of towering skyscrapers. Crowds and cars flowed endlessly. The streets were full of advertisements for various events and promotions. Everything was vibrant and bustling. In the quiet, secluded villa district, in the large, empty living room full of blood and glass shards, ten or so people were either whispering in groups or looking at him with worried expressions. They lined up to talk to him, telling him to be understanding, to be considerate, to not tell anyone, because he was the one who had killed his mother. No one had wanted it to happen. He listened numbly. He had heard these words since he was little and knew them by heart. Blood trickled down his forehead, into his eyes,...