29 Traveling to the Middle Ages 029

Could it be that Ye Jinmu and Chu Qinghan are truly blood-related? And that Chu Jianjia has no relation to Chu Qinghan at all?

It turns out that the demon was not only severely wounded but also sealed. Yet, to remain so arrogant under such circumstances—one hardly knows whether to admire him or call him reckless.

Xibai is different from him, different from who he was in his youth, and bears even less resemblance to who he is today. Although Xibai says nothing at this moment, the intensity of his resolve is evident in his eyes.

Chen Zhiqiang was startled by Liu Xiaomang’s gaze and tone, but the moment he remembered they were at school, his courage returned.

"Everyone listen, give chase!" As soon as Tang Chuan and his companions landed on the ground, Tang Chuan issued the order.

Liao Bing’er glared at Ling Chen. Was this guy actually serious? Before she could finish the thought, she felt a hand land on her waist, squeezing it quite brazenly.

Ling Chen, who had been silent, looked at Chen Lan’s trembling shoulders and sighed. Why must she make things so difficult for herself?

I am powerful because of my boss, because of the Zodiac Gods. But Chen Zhiqiang—what is he relying on?

Ling Chen’s expression turned cold. "In the underworld, I am the one who threatens others; no one ever threatens me. Actually, you were right about one thing: even in handcuffs, I can still do exactly what I want!" With those words, he lunged at Zhao Kongming.

They did not know where they came from or where they were going; they only knew that a war was raging behind them and they had to flee the battlefield.

A shocking scene unfolded: the sharp blade cleanly shattered the first layer of the barrier surrounding the Giant Shadow Boat.

Stumbling toward the battlefield, with Dianxin’s white eyes watching over her in protection, she drew closer. She was finally near those red specks of light.

Even more astonished than her were Mu Ruo Qinuo and the Daoist Ling Chan. Mu Ruo Qinuo knelt to pay respects, and Daoist Ling Chan bowed in a gesture of profound reverence. All the cavalrymen behind them also dismounted and knelt.

"Fifth son, you have disappointed me greatly. I have given you many chances, yet you show no sign of repentance. Now, it is too late for regrets..." Feng Zhiling finished, closing his eyes in pain. After all, he was his own son; though he had never shown him affection, he could not bear this.

Li Si let out a long breath. Regardless of whether the Phoenix Soul Crystal was the true goal, he had to give this battle his all.

The fire lotus emitted a refreshing, soul-stirring fragrance; even a single breath made one feel invigorated to the core.

The method for the stronghold was dictated by Li Dong, while the children took turns recording it. After organizing the notes, they would show them to Li Dong, who would then correct any errors.

Qin Yang flew toward them, and only then did the combatants notice his arrival. Upon seeing him, those fighting in the air ceased their combat, and subsequently, they signaled their respective subordinates to stop as well.

He also proposed the concept of "Unity of Knowledge and Action." What is the unity of knowledge and action? Simply put, it is connecting theory with practice. Anyone who has attended a political class in China would be familiar with this phrase.

"Mo’er, you’ve taken the wrong turn. This isn’t the way back to the manor." Seeing that she had finally slowed down, Feng Xiye found an opening to speak.

However, those words were premised on the assumption of a "cultivator capable of using spiritual energy." For an ordinary person, this Flowing Gold Armor would eliminate a great deal of danger. Internal tests by the Investigation Bureau showed it could defend against all attack methods except for surveillance and mental assaults.

She had already cast Wu Wei in the role of the world’s greatest arch-villain, an enemy of all mankind, which led to the preceding events. But clearly, Wu Wei had broken the stalemate with ease.

If it were not to obtain what he was rightfully owed, he would never have uttered a word in Shen Zhiqin’s favor.

Upon arriving at the Ye family estate’s courtyard, it was already packed with people, and more continued to stream in from outside.

Only a holy artifact can resist a holy artifact. Due to the constraints of the Ring of Grannor, also a holy artifact, the tree where Los stood was not inverted. He leaned quietly against the tree, watching the boy below being surrounded by a massive horde of magical beasts.

"I cannot find any joy in your presence." Shen Zhiqin reached out, pushed past the obstructing Shi Jiacheng, and walked straight into the distance.

To be honest, my time is running out. I urgently need to confirm an heir to become the next head of the Chu family.

The shut-in watched the group’s retreating backs and couldn't help but comment, while Shi Tong beside him snorted, clearly irritated by this famous yet eccentric sixth-rank master.

Su Li’s calculations were correct. Shortly after she finished speaking with the Empress, news arrived that the Emperor had returned to the palace.

Pete jumped out from behind him, seemingly aware of his aunt’s temper, his face full of sycophantic smiles.

Yet her heart grew restless. Who exactly was imprisoned here? What could possibly warrant the entire Tai Cang Sect using such immense power to suppress it?

Before long, the figure seemed to confirm there was nothing unusual in the surroundings and finally stopped before the stone tablet. Because the person blocked the view of the tablet and the sky was growing dark, it remained impossible to see what they were doing.

That group of Dark Elf warriors lasted for less than three seconds before crumbling into piles of white ash.

His face was pale, looking lifeless and weary, as if he had given up on living and was merely waiting for his own end.

She had not stepped into the outside world for far too long. Although Mo Qi did not restrict her freedom, he rarely allowed her to interact with others.