Volume 1, Chapter 38: The Yu Father and Daughter

After considering for a moment, Zhao Qingcheng gently raised her head, only to discover that Han Ge had already fallen asleep.

He was by no means a piece of trash incapable of distinguishing right from wrong, but he bore the lives of ten thousand people on his shoulders. Sometimes, he had no choice but to bow his head, just as he had tacitly allowed certain people to kill Su Xinyan’s husband.

As for his own sister's affairs, it was hard to say how much he knew. Shen Junmo and Xiao Xiruo had once been lovers, and later, it was his sister who had forced him into marriage. As for the process, only those involved truly knew.

I frowned. That simple sentence had left me terrified, fearing that those around me might discern something. He hadn't said anything sensitive, yet the atmosphere felt incredibly strange.

In my dream, everything was a vast expanse of white. I felt my body constantly running forward, chasing something unknown, running until I was exhausted, until I no longer had the strength to continue.

I had never practiced this before and didn't know if the tip or the hilt of the dagger had flown toward him. With a crisp sound, Chu Tian swiped the dagger away, cursed angrily, and charged forward with long strides.

Indeed, a stranger in a foreign land must always be thinking of returning home. Even though that home left me with indelible scars, I still longed for it, wondering if my father—who would beat me whenever his drug addiction took hold—was still alive.

I knew that time could change people, and that many things from the beginning would eventually alter. Hua Changsheng had more issues to consider, so he had to change.

However, when comparing this piano to the one worth five hundred thousand, the difference in quality was glaringly obvious, rendering the value of this instrument immeasurable.

When I returned to the He family home, He Zhengyang had actually returned. He was sitting in the living room, chatting with He Jiang and Lu Minglang about the theme park. When I approached, they stopped talking. After many days of absence, He Zhengyang seemed to have lost weight. I have to admit, seeing him now was the happiest moment I’d had in days.

"You guys go ahead and listen; I’d better stay here and practice in seclusion," the White Civet said hesitantly. Regardless of the circumstances, Feng Wu had treated it well in the past, and it couldn't bring itself to attack her.

Yadong stepped out of the room and looked calmly at Chendong. Chendong watched everything coolly until Yadong reached him; only then did he reveal a mysterious smile before turning away. Yadong followed him, neither rushing nor lagging behind.

The post included several photos and two low-quality video clips, likely filmed by someone at the scene with a mobile phone.

Hong Hua could understand why the TV program chose the pets from her shop, but not why they needed Fang Qiuyue to act as a lobbyist. Unless the program was related to cultivators, and… was of significant importance.

"Get away!" Yao Muchen’s eyes flashed as he clenched his fist and struck at the massive hand. Simultaneously, the Divine Crow Taoist shrieked, pulling out a bone fan and smashing it toward the incoming hand.

"Lord Demon King, what... what are you doing?" a powerful cultivator asked Wolf Hongxiang, trembling. Although he had summoned his inner energy, it was of no use.

"I have already reported your situation to the Military District Commander. The Commander is flying here personally to pick you up; he should have taken off by now," Wang Feng said, walking in from the door, looking very serious with his cell phone in hand.

"Did that Haiyan marry a rich man or something? Why is she so wealthy? Look at her attitude," Zhiyin continued to ask.

"Good! Haha! Very good! Knock him out, throw him outside the county town, and let's start collecting our gold," the man on horseback ordered happily.

There were over fifty staff members accompanying Zixia to Los Angeles in the United States. Including the thirty security personnel, there were nearly one hundred people on the private jet.

The Mu clan might not do anything to them, as they were helping the Mu clan squeeze out the Qian clan, but the Qian clan would certainly not let it go. They would never stand by and watch them obtain the inheritance in the Yunkun Secret Realm, that was beyond doubt.

During this collision, Liu Ding clearly felt his essence becoming unstable; the wounds he had finally managed to recover from showed signs of recurring. As he clapped his hands together, a raging fire erupted from his palms, instantly turning the surrounding hundred feet into a sea of flames.

She was naturally well aware of the medicinal herbs Lin Yan had obtained from the Hundred Herbs Pharmacy. Moreover, her mind was even more meticulous than Old Mu’s, and she knew these herbs were primarily for refining Rejuvenation Pills.

When Ye Feng met Aotian, Aotian was sitting in a wheelchair. Upon seeing Ye Feng, Aotian quickly stood up.

When he arrived at the territory of the Hidden Spirit Clan, he discovered that the sentries had been replaced. What was going on? He truly could not fathom it; something suspicious seemed to have occurred.

Just as Xiao Yingxue was studying sealing techniques and practicing "Formless Universe" with unprecedented enthusiasm, a dark shadow was currently deep within Lotus Cave, holding a torch and groping its way forward.

Some were happy while others were worried. The happy ones were the ordinary players who had been defrauded by the arrogant guy, while the worried ones were the arrogant guy’s subordinates, who were now too afraid to even look at Ye Feng.

Jade Tripod Real Person sighed inwardly, then worried for the Burning Lamp Taoist. The "Master" he mentioned was indeed Burning Lamp.

My current magical power and cultivation level provided me with conditioned reflexes for dodging and counterattacking against sudden strikes from high-level practitioners. This state was active around the clock. Unless I was in a playful situation where I feared causing accidental injury, I needed to use my mind to temporarily "hypnotize" this mode.

"Tell me first, what exactly is going on with that stone tablet?" Lin Yan asked instead of answering. It was Qi Tian who was anxious now, not him.

Before long, Ouyang Mengmeng brought Lin Feng to a luxuriously decorated princess room; this was her private residence.

"Good!" Han Feng pretended to be pleasantly surprised, though he was smug inside. In just a few back-and-forth exchanges, he had made ten thousand dollars. How much effort had that taken?