/Who could fend off hundreds of spiritual thunder talismans?/
Beneath them, the students quivered, their eyes fixed on the petite, impassive maiden, their gazes akin to those of srized onlookers. Unconsciously, they took several steps back.
This was especially true for Di'ao, who had foolishly taken the stage, only to be reprimanded by Ming Asi. He now gazed at His Highness with tears of gratitude.
Indeed, His Highness was deserving of his title, always having a well-thought-out plan.
"If His Highness hadn't ordered him to co down, it would have been poor Di'ao enduring the sand scorpions and a barrage of countless Dao thunderbolts on the elevated platform right now!"
"Thank you, His Highness, for the God-Extermination from the Nether Province!"
"Heaven must be watching over you, Di'ao."
In the hearts of all the Imperial Academy students, the image of "the fearso, enigmatic little stoic," "the extraordinarily wealthy little stoic," and "the little stoic with a ho full of talismans" had solidified.
Many friends who were close to Di'ao approached, patting his shoulder to comfort him, exchanging knowing glances.
/Thank goodness for our wise and mighty His Highness. We won't end up like that fool from the Barbarian Tribe who provoked this demon./
"The Holy Son of the Lunisolar Shrine has arrived to et Imperial Academy's Yun Piaomiao and the Barely Discernible Dean!"
A lodious female voice echoed, accompanied by the serene notes of bamboo music.
In the distance, a dozen white, long-feathered red-crowned cranes glided leisurely toward the academy, surrounded by a halo of clouds.
Petals of fragrant roses cascaded gracefully to the ground.
Dozens of flower girls, resembling celestial maidens, graced the path, casting a shower of flower petals into the sky. Following them were sixteen robust n, briskly carrying an opulent carriage toward the approaching students.
Qiao Mu's hand movents briefly halted, a hint of displeasure bubbling within her.
The ostentatious display put on by the Lunisolar Shrine was undeniably distasteful. Whether it was the previous Holy Daughter or the current one, they seed to revel in extravagance the mont they arrived. Each ti, a throng of people surrounded them, eager to showcase their noble status.
"Why all this pomp for a simple school outing?" Qiao Mu mused, her dainty hand pausing montarily, causing the thunderbolts in the sky to retreat.
The sixteen-person carriage had now arrived directly above everyone's heads.
Suddenly, a potent force emanated from the carriage, directed nacingly toward Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao.
The power surged fiercely, its potential for harm undeniable. If it connected, it could leave Qiaoqiao severely injured or worse.
Mo Lian, Duan Yue, and the others imdiately turned their attention to Qiao Mu, their movents swift.
In her mont of peril, Qiao Mu decisively erected an eggshell barrier and an eggshell shield.
Just as danger lood large, a figure in red materialized beside Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao, swiftly scooping her up like a fish. With a flick of her sleeve, she intercepted the surging force and retaliated with the intensity of a thunderbolt.
*Bang!!* A ferocious force landed on the royal carriage.
/How could the 16 burly n carrying the carriage withstand this force? They all fell to the ground from the quilt's impact/
At the sa ti, the carriage had also completely shattered from the force. With a loud bang, a white figure darted out from between the muslin canopy and stifled a cough, stifling the astonishnt in his heart.
The other party's cultivation was actually one level higher than his.
/He was already a venerable spirit cultivator. Could it be that the other party was actually… a Venerable Immortal Realm expert?/
At this ti, Mo Lian and Duan Yue had already arrived next to Qiao Mu.
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