Volume One, Chapter 68: The Anniversary of Bian Xunzhou’s Mother’s Death

Wen Qianyu instinctively refused.

But how could Wen Yuqin allow anyone to defy his orders? He strode forward and slapped the man hard across the face. “I’m informing you, the Wen family is still under my control. It’s not your place to speak.”

Blood trickled from Wen Qianyu’s lip, and a ringing echoed in his ear. A flicker of violence flashed in his eyes as he clenched his fists tightly.

After a long moment, he finally found his voice, lowering his gaze and speaking coolly, “I understand, Father.”

“Get out!”

Wen Qianyu did not linger. He walked straight out of the study.

Suddenly he stopped, turned back to stare at the heavy sandalwood door, and a wild glint flickered in his eyes.

The Wen family would eventually...

But Wang Xiu was the captain of the team, and both the top laner and jungler were his closest friends. Being caught in the middle was a bitter experience for Su Dong.

“You—” Although Ye Feng’s words were harsh, one had to admit they rang true.

“Commander, we’ve already ‘won over’ everyone in the cookhouse,” Bao Cheng said with cheerful pride.

I dared not imagine, nor did I wish to consider, the final outcome. My only hope was that Sisi could return safely to the modern world.

Xiao Yan departed, his purpose unknown. The atmosphere among the staff at Electronic Era Square grew tense. Each supervisor began urgent preparations to ensure the city heroes tournament proceeded smoothly.

“Sister has something to do. Keep this money, buy yourself some food, and don’t wander around. I’ll come back for you in a few days.” With that, she pulled Minglong out the door.

Lei Tian watched Lei Zihao, whose expression was tinged with melancholy. He moved his lips as if to speak, but in the end could only swallow and quietly retreat.

It was already midnight. The nights at the turn of summer and autumn were much cooler, and though the cicadas still sang, their voices sounded weak—much like Zhong Lishuo’s mood, tangled and chaotic, made all the more irritable by the intermittent chirping.

“I never imagined it’s been eight years since I parted ways with Old Ye. How is your father’s health?” Xiang Yan reminisced with Ye Ling.

At this moment, the wild one had already forgotten all about the Ganquan Mountain incident, not even considering reporting to the clan chief. Instead, he was preoccupied with bringing Lin Zhengfeng some celestial wine to taste once they arrived at their lodging.

Time passed quickly. A month later, Lang Fei and his companions appeared in an opulent city.

But then, Lang Fei’s puppet soldiers performed an act that left Yuqi utterly astonished.

Meanwhile, Li Yunfeng had seized the opportunity to step forward again; the god had no means to resist.

If she claimed now that Li Yunfeng had only recently entered the Divine Transformation Realm, would these people not die of laughter?

“Duke Protector, rest assured—those who merit reward will be honored, those who deserve punishment will be chastised. Justice will not be neglected nor abused,” Lin Zhuo declared in a resonant voice.

“How could this be?! How could she speak like this?! This is outrageous, utterly outrageous! What kind of vile artificial intelligence have we created? What knowledge did she absorb to want to annihilate humanity?” Chen Haocheng’s face was pale as he shouted angrily.

Mo Dongli and Ouyang Nana, after much effort, arrived in the bustling city of Flying Cloud, and all went out shopping.

When this man looked at the Emperor, Li Yunjie’s expression grew grave—could he be connected to the Emperor?

As soon as Yan Shixiang finished speaking, parents rushed home, evidently to fetch their children’s study materials.

Everyone exchanged bewildered glances, sensing that Fan Hu was not joking. If something momentous truly had to be made public...

The world of those who came after, Fan Hu could not know. But as long as he lived, he would persist in pursuing his goal, striving relentlessly.

Because of this, they were delayed. In the end, Zhu Shenrui circled north of the Great Wall, passed Yulin, and entered through Yunyou Fortress. Once inside the Great Wall, Zhu Shenrui and his companions finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Third Brother, actually, if you want to go, there’s no need to hurry. We have to escort the gifts to Daxing City, which will take some time. Once you’ve finished your business, it won’t be too late to join us.”

No matter which giant city one found oneself in, a glance around would reveal ten sword peaks forming a circle, encircling one another.

Shen Zhaozhao stepped out of the elevator, her large, round eyes darting about. For now, she was quite satisfied with the apartment’s location, right across the street from Z University, though the facilities seemed a bit old—not a new building.

“Sixth Brother, you’re my real brother! Heh heh... heh heh heh...” Wang Jinwu was so delighted he rubbed his hands together and grinned ear to ear, nearly dancing in front of Zhu Shenrui.

Although Lu Peifeng could see well at night, it was not enough to clearly discern the pills in her hand, only her shining black eyes and her gesture pointing at his lips.

“Don’t worry, I’m working on it!” At this moment, Gu Sheng had activated his X-ray vision, searching deep into the forest.

“Oh, right—dear husband, a thief came to the house this morning,” Shirley suddenly remembered.

Looking closely, one could sense a vast righteous energy spanning the ages; that ancient, weathered aura almost compelled one to kneel in reverence.

Among them, Tang Xiao had surpassed the others and now stood atop the eight-hundredth step, becoming an outstanding figure.

On the surface, their allegiance to the Japanese was merely a facade; privately, they still followed the Western Shan faction. Otherwise, why would the Japanese distrust them so deeply? Not only did they covertly take orders from the Western Shan, they were also connected to the adjacent war zone across the Yellow River. In the official roster of the second war zone, their unit was still listed.

It wasn’t simply a matter of seeking out Princess Yaoguang—though that thought crossed his mind—the main motive was to investigate the origins of his pet egg. Was the fire in the abyss connected to the sinkhole outside the blood arena, and what secrets lay hidden there?

“Jose,” his internal organs blazed with an uncontrollable fury. Though the burning pain was unbearable, he could not stop his wrathful revenge.