Volume One, Chapter 123: The Premature Infant

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Wen Xuyu did not speak, but it was clear that Shang Xuanjin knew everything.

“My eldest brother is someone I deeply admire; he is decisive and resolute, living freely and unrestrained. I want to be like him… And I know my mother has done many wrong things, but no matter what, she is the one who gave birth to me and raised me. So, I want to atone for her sins.”

Shang Xuanjin had also overheard their mother’s phone call by chance today, so he secretly tried to come and warn them to stop, but it was already too late.

Wen Xuyu roughly understood the conflict between them—it was the troubles caused by the previous generation that the younger ones had to bear. Chen Lirong having such a good son was a blessing accumulated over several lifetimes.

Shang Xuan...

The Ninth Prince glanced briefly at the inn’s signboard and smiled, “That’s more like it. Well, I have something to discuss with you. Let’s talk inside the inn.” Saying this, he decisively took Yue Rushan’s arm and strode inside.

“I just wonder if that young man who forced the Wang family out will show up,” said Situ Kongxu, a top-tier expert from the Situ clan.

“What exactly is going on?” Meng Yunqian asked, everything was too strange; she should have been killed by the car accident.

But she remained calm, just turning over silently, her mind racing. In truth, she was nowhere near as composed as she seemed; most of her calm today was a façade. Ever since Yang Dagui covered her mouth last night at Baoxiang Temple, her heart had been suspended in midair, never settling.

“Brother Muchen wouldn’t steal from others; maybe it was a gift,” said Mu Wan’er. She was surprisingly right.

Gai Nie gave a bitter smile but said nothing. He thought the same, but reality was reality; what could he do?

Sigh. Life’s choices are like this—inevitably dependent on others. If one wants to build a career and maintain dignity, one must wait until they have enough strength. As for Liu, Guan, and Zhang, they are still, without a doubt, three underdogs.

Feng Wushuang had long wanted to ask this but refrained because Ye Buluo was present. If it were up to Feng Wushuang’s temper, she would have asked long ago!

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The old drunkard, Lei Dongtian, sighed deeply and took a big gulp of wine, his weary gaze filled with complexity and inner turmoil.

Sun Wukong said: Somersault Cloud, at this moment, the cloud appeared, and Sun Wukong and some others boarded and flew away.

After all, such a seventh-level ferocious beast is not something a cultivator in the body refining stage can easily kill; even with solid foundation stage cultivation, it takes considerable effort. Jiang Hao did not want them to get into trouble once they knew the truth.

With the effect of the spiritual fruit, plus over twenty pieces of superior essence stones and pills aiding him, Zhang Ye finally reached the late fourth stage of the True Dao, and his Heavenly River righteous energy grew significantly stronger.

Looking into the distance at that endlessly majestic and terrifying presence, Lu Feng’s eyes flickered continuously with unrest.

The test was only two lines: recruit a disciple in the lower realm with great merit, whose merit radiates golden light a hundred zhang long. Kill ten earth immortals and scattered immortals burdened with great sins, whose sins radiate blood light a hundred zhang long.

Without warning, he reached out and snatched fiercely. Amid a thunderous roar, a giant hand materialized out of thin air, heading straight for the bow of the ship… Mo Yu, take it.

That late Nascent Soul demon floated midair, face showing shock and anger. After much effort, he had finally caught up to that detestable fellow, only to find a single strike easily severed the other's head—it was just a pretender.

Thirty-six beautiful blood-red lotus flowers slowly bloomed. Previously magnificent, but as they fully opened, boundless murderous intent instantly spread in all directions.

Putting aside strength, he himself had not managed the internal and external troubles of the island well. Now he truly did not know what to do.

“There’s a Xisi tribe weapon on it.” Some cultivators immediately grew envious, as anyone could see that the chain was extraordinary. But no one dared to snatch it.

“Nonsense and lies, twisting facts!” Feng Dahuo angrily hurled a pot of blooming flowers beside him and roared loudly.

The three Zhang sisters were incredulous when they saw Liu Shouguang’s cultivation surpassing theirs.

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“Since He Zhifang is unwilling to dispatch troops, and he is the military governor of Weibo, who would dare threaten him?” Du Qingtang asked with interest.

Seeing these people’s expressions, Chen Feng suddenly recalled that earlier he had learned the whereabouts of Fan Yaoyin and his sister from a habitual robber. So, he suddenly changed his mind and did not immediately release these people.

“What nonsense Feng Shui master? I’ll go catch him and ask him face to face what his purpose here is.” Da Zhuang rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush out.

“I have something important to discuss with you tonight. My mother went to meet a client this morning. She’ll be back in the afternoon, and I’ll talk with her about arranging your meeting,” Yu Xiao said.

Both of them exclaimed in surprise and each took a step back as if encountering a venomous snake. Da Zhuang even crossed his arms exaggeratedly over his chest.

But the Ghost Emperor had no idea that his cultivation level was far higher than Qin Yang’s, yet he was still subdued by Qin Yang.

“I passed by my second sister’s courtyard just now, and it seemed she was instructing someone to prepare hot water—probably for you,” He Yijian suddenly said.

There is a saying about maritime prohibition: “Longqing opens the sea.” After the Wokou raids during the Jiajing period, the Ming court debated whether to abandon the traditional sea ban policy and whether to open overseas trade for its merchants.

“The one blocking you is looking for work. Have mercy, I haven’t eaten in three days. Give me a bite,” said Dugu Wentian.

The room plunged into darkness. After a brief blank moment of about a fraction of a second, I decisively threw off the quilt and went to the table.

There were tiger shapes, snake shapes, bird shapes, and more—every imaginable form, even humanoid monsters! Of course, “humanoid monsters” is a broad term; hostile humans can also be called humanoid monsters, as can monsters resembling humans. Obviously, in this place, there would be no humans appearing.