Chapter 37

Although Lin Xiaoyao possessed brilliant talent in the way of the sword, his aptitude and level of cultivation were utterly mediocre. Using their grandfather-grandson relationship as leverage, the old man made it difficult for Lin to simply walk away, though finding a way to lie low for a while was still an option.

"As expected, just as Chen Hu said, this guy is truly dark-hearted," thought Li Kui, who was observing from the sidelines.

Watching Hu Xi’s incoming attack, He Canjie instinctively tried to dodge, only to find his entire body stiff as wood, unable to move. He could only stand in place and watch the strike land on him.

Lu Yang performed a flourish with his sword and sliced lightly at the empty air before him. Immediately, a rift the size of a man appeared, revealing the space behind it.

Lin Fei had woken up early to exercise and run a lap around the school’s back hill. Upon returning after breakfast, he found that Liu Chao, Wang Ming, and the others were already up. After getting ready, they shouldered their cameras and set off for the auto show center.

Although their feelings for Hu Xi were currently limited to curiosity and respect, affection, after all, could be cultivated over time.

The giant python hissed, coiling itself around the two of them. Its cold, vertical pupils stared fixedly at the man pulling its master up from the ground, its crimson tongue flickering slightly as a palpable aura of slaughter filled the air.

Meanwhile, Lin Xiaoyao was enjoying himself immensely as the people around him addressed him as "Senior" at every turn.

Qin Kexin had arrived earlier, but not wanting to disturb them, she planned to wait until they had finished talking and left before appearing.

Qianji Yubing parted her vermilion lips. With a soft shout, a fiery red luster bloomed from her long blade, resembling the feathers of a phoenix, as she slashed down at me in a fit of rage.

Without a word, Ye Chen grabbed a handful of medicinal pills and began to chew them. It was a generous amount—over a dozen. The pills melted the moment they touched his tongue, instantly transforming into the purest energy that flowed through his veins.

Because they had been delayed on their journey, Fang Mengbao and Jing Feng did not return to the north until the morning of the eighth day. By then, the Holy Dynasty and the Feihong Kingdom had just finished a battle. The two sides were temporarily evenly matched, and it seemed the Feihong Kingdom, desperate for a final stand, had committed all their forces; both sides were left exhausted and gain nothing.

"Sometimes, the more you know, the more suffocating it becomes," Cang Qiong had once warned Ye Chen.

A blazing axe struck Amitabha squarely in the back, the force of the explosion causing him to stumble forward, nearly falling to the ground. Up close, one could faintly smell the stench of burnt flesh coming from his back.

Lu Ying watched Fang Mengbao, who was weeping in Huangfu Mo’s arms, and grew frantic with worry. She wanted to explain, but she tripped over her words, not knowing how to put it. Seeing this, Huangfu Jing beckoned to her from outside the door, and Lu Ying set down her bandages and stepped out.

It seemed Bai Yun had good perception, but he was getting on in years. The last time had been a stroke of luck, but he might not be so fortunate again.

Shaohua smiled bitterly to himself; it was hard to say, as the Ling family’s temperament wasn't something formed in a day or two.

Otherwise, the spiritual barrier would categorize Nalan Caini’s actions as a "forced attack." If that happened, the barrier would emit a piercing alarm that could be heard for kilometers.

The day of the martial arts tournament was truly lively, with the city center packed with people. To maintain order, the authorities had dispatched hundreds of soldiers to assist. There were quite a few participants, numbering nearly a hundred.

The dense stellar energy caused the surrounding air to ripple visibly. Mu Chunfeng looked on from afar, his heart filled with shock.

"All right, don't say any more. I understand. Is this your first time coming out with me? You spoke so much because you were nervous and didn't know what to say, and you ended up misspeaking by accident. I know; I don't blame you."

The leader of the Miduoqi tribe snorted and hung up the call with disdain, issuing an order to Situge Deng: "You have one year. Spare no resources to help Di Xiaoxiao build the foundational physique of a cultivator, construct spatial barriers, and establish an internal space."

Especially in the lower three realms, there were countless families that had persisted for thousands of years, along with old monsters who had lived for millennia. Experts were as numerous as the hairs on an ox.

Usually, the Qiao family would rest for a moment after returning from the fields before eating. The meals were prepared in advance by Zheng Shi, who would return home early.

"Young Master, our primary mission at the moment is to bring you back. Since Lu Yunting has left Jiangnan City, once we are done with the Western Regions, we will surely take his head. I hope you can be patient and not jeopardize the Alliance Leader's grand scheme!" Ghost Hand said in a cold voice.

Zhou Ling also wearily approved the departure of the heads of the six meritorious clans of the Zhou Heavenly Tribe, dismissing them from the council hall.

"I’m curious, how did you provoke him? Jin Yuan actually chose to drag you to the grave with him in such a manner," Mi Ya asked with great interest.

A few with decent strength managed to scramble back by trampling over others, eventually saving their own lives.

"Sorry, I don't want to trade." Lu Yunting didn't care much for these young masters. Back at Jiangnan University, he had had many frictions with them, but due to the school’s strict rules, they hadn't been able to cause him any real trouble.

Gu Xintong had just taken a step when she was grabbed by Jin Chendong, who pressed her onto the bed and stripped her completely bare.

An Mian clenched her hands, watching him without moving. He had actually investigated her entire background and history, and even checked up on Wen Siheng and Lin Xiaoxiao! This man was by no means an ordinary person.

Reality and the past pushed them further apart, and trust and affection had long since been eroded by the passage of time.

It was one thing to be disrespected, but to have someone as disgusting and bloated as the Marquis of Taiping constantly eyeing his position was another.

An Mian took out her phone and found there was no signal; she couldn't even log on to the internet, unable to do anything at all.

Xia Junyao didn't have much time to stay here; he had to go to the Song family immediately to find Song Yuan. Three days of separation could no longer be described as mere longing.

Gao Muyuan had never heard his mother speak of this younger brother, but he had vaguely heard a thing or two from the servants. Gao Tong walked over and patted his shoulder, as if they were brothers who had never been separated, and called out, "Brother."

"Hey, it doesn't matter. You're so outstanding; if you treat her better, perhaps she will slowly be moved and eventually be with you," Ling Si consoled Li Jie.