20 In the Prime of Youth

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"Everyone at home is fine..." Madam Wu had something on her mind but couldn’t express it; her complexion was a bit off. The former is akin to seeing the full panorama of the world, somewhat like playing chess oneself, while the latter controls the mysterious transformations, comparable to setting the rules of Go. Her voice sounded truly terrified, as if her whole body was trembling slightly, producing that quivering tone. The bull had not anticipated this beforehand; lacking preparation before the match, it took some time to adapt and was caught off guard by Ellis several times at the start. After all, humans are a complex amalgamation of contradictions, not simply divided into good or evil by a single phrase. The emperor restrained his anger for the sake of the new army’s greater cause, and in his mind, Su Ye still held more weight than Soro Ren. In matters like these, if things come to light... how could she and Fu Hanjiang continue their act? There had been opponents or spirits before who could accept a blow from him, but he guaranteed that even top-ranked players, when faced with such a fierce single attack, whether dodging or using advanced armor to endure it, would never find it so effortless. In fact, it was the orphanage director who called them, informing that the child had run back. Yu Zhannan moved the toy meant for Junjun from his own car trunk to Sheng Xiangsi’s trunk. "Isn’t this too hasty? Why adjust things just like that? Do reincarnators have no rights?" Zhang Yao took advantage of sipping his drink slowly, trying to communicate with the main deity in his mind. Qin Chuyao frowned tightly; this was the only expression she could muster. Zhang Yao had seen it many times before, but this time it looked more severe—she seemed even more guilty than Liu Ruoxin. Could it be fear of ghosts? "No! But it’s no longer necessary." Shang Ming leaned his head against the backseat, pressing his fingers to his brow. As a low-ranking employee, she had no right to enter the CEO’s office; after speaking, she turned and left on her own.

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Struck to the heart by Chu Han’s words, Chen Yafei fell silent immediately, all her anger dissipating as she bowed her head in gloom. I’m so worried, truly don’t understand why Zou Yao is like this. He was unconscious for two more days; during this time, the big black dog and I never left his side. I’m really afraid he’s possessed by a ghost, and might commit suicide again when I’m not paying attention. Leng Yuchen let her be, standing up to change clothes in the cloakroom. Mu Xiaojing hadn’t even finished her soup when he came out dressed in casual home wear. These three disciples under the sect leader were the earliest recruits of Wang Hao—the three star thieves of the Black Eagle Gang: Wukong, Bajie, and Wujing. Guided by the arcane mark, a magic pulse changed course the moment it touched the surface of the nearly ground-level dragon, shooting upward in a zigzag, like lightning from the heavens, slicing through the dragon’s wing membranes and flesh. Zou Xia hid on the second floor, where he had set an inescapable trap. Though unsure if it would affect Lin Bin now, this spot was the safest in the entire building. In Captain Wang Kui’s heart, Da Cheng was admirable in every way, but the Fourth Miss always embarrassed him; as a father, he was tempted to discipline her. Yang Ke sadly realized he had nothing to threaten Zou Xia with; he stammered and ultimately resorted to the least threatening threat. He was also a martial arts fanatic, nearly fifty, with a prestigious background but unmarried and childless. Zou Xia’s body instantly dehydrated, as if some energy was rapidly draining; his corpse became like an Egyptian mummy—withered limbs so fragile they could break with a light snap. Sure enough, once they heard his explanation, soldiers and robed elders exchanged glances, their expressions varied. This time, unlike before, their eyes held a softness, even a hint of admiration. Bai Yun sighed as she continued stuffing fruit into her mouth, savoring the sweet-tart flavor with a contented, smiling squint. In an instant, pungent smoke billowed; a burst of magic power cleaved a horizontal cut about a meter long and thirty to forty centimeters wide through the wall with a smooth incision.

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This punch could be thrown by any ordinary person. But the spirit and will behind it embodied the martial way, subtly infused with the changes of Heaven’s Dao, as if all mortals on Earth struck simultaneously—simple and unadorned, yet unstoppable even by Gu Tianlai. The earth shook violently; stones fell from the top floor of the hall with a rustling sound. Chen Yuan had suspected the battle was too easy from the start; sensing something was wrong, trouble indeed arose. Upon hearing Chen Daqian’s name, Old Bu Jin nearly spat out his tea before bursting into laughter. He knew well that Murong Zhen was a master of feng shui and would not be ignorant of such common knowledge—rather, it seemed a deliberate test. Though he wished to avoid attracting Murong family’s attention, he wouldn’t allow them to see everything, hence revealing this point. The already drunk Yi Feng suddenly sobered when he saw the cold mist and swiftly dodged aside. Lin Jie grew more convinced this was a conspiracy, but facing the suddenly appearing middle-aged man became extremely troublesome. It turned out the old man’s surname was Jiang, a native of Aodong, living here with his wife and son. Though not wealthy, the family prospered until a few months ago, when the old man’s son suddenly learned of a treasure the old man possessed, and life changed drastically from that moment. "May I ask, honored one, what offense have we committed against your revered presence? Please release us first, and we can talk," the elder pleaded, knowing he could not defeat the man before him. The moment the Ghost Gemini’s teleportation activated, he did the same; his whole body exploded with power, like a nuclear bomb detonated, his internal energy undergoing a rapid fission-like blast. But Li Weidong was prepared—just as the Hundred Ghost Hermit tried to flee, he let out a long howl.