Chapter 28

Yao Yao was self-righteous; in reality, her three best friends were not unwilling to speak up, but rather too embarrassed to do so in front of the creepy uncle. Thus, they chose silence, waiting for a later outburst. Had Yao Yao known, she would certainly have found an excuse to flee first.

She used such bloody methods to retaliate against her opponents, and he had once forced a marriage upon her—did she view him as an opponent in her heart?

Kuang Yu’s heart at this moment was filled with such hatred that he wished he could kill Lang Hongming. The spiritual herbs and treasures in his spatial ring had been almost entirely destroyed. Had he known it would come to this, he would have transferred the contents to another spatial ring long ago.

However, what touched them was that Old Huang had spent the entire night guarding the cement for them. Last night, they had seen lights through their window—lights coming from the room where Old Huang was tending the fire. Perhaps, despite the cold of this winter, Old Huang’s actions moved them and warmed their inner worlds.

Di Longjie kept his mouth wide open because he felt the future was uncertain. Knowing how to drive provided an extra chance at survival compared to not knowing. As for martial arts, Chen Xinghai’s realm had few rivals in the world today, but even the best can trip in a ditch. One slip could cost a life; having an extra skill for self-defense was better than regretting the lack of one when it was truly needed.

Seeing Xu Xian’er enter the door carrying a large pile of items, Wang Xue’er let out a cry: "You two are so mean! You came back so late because you went off to be romantic, didn't you? Sister Xian’er, why didn't you call me?" With that, she pouted.

Outside the city, everyone was gone, vanished. Only the whistling gale roared incessantly; only the drifting white snow fell without pause.

During a break, the man walked over to his wife and child, took the child and patted his head, then looked at his wife and smiled deeply.

He hated his mother, and hated his sister even more. It would have been one thing if they had just caused this mess, but they had to make him bring Qiong Qiong along, thinking he was being clever.

One cannot blame them for being so carried away by their discovery. It is simply that in this modern technological age, the chance of encountering descendants of the martial arts world is slim. Ancient records of martial arts and the oral teachings of elders regarding peerless techniques make practitioners feel bitter about missing out on that era, leaving them without the opportunity to witness legendary skills.

Seeing Zhao Zheng still sitting cross-legged and silent, a smile appeared on the red-robed old scholar’s face. He pointed to his side and said with a ringing voice: "I ask the tyrant to abdicate!"

Judging by Aunt Fang’s tone, today’s matters seemed to have escalated, leaving Zhao Qingyun caught in a difficult position. It was just that the people in the manor were too reckless, and with Aunt Fang currently on the premises, she would certainly not let Lady Zhao and the others off easily.

The few who discovered this phenomenon naturally stopped moving forward and began to cultivate right where they stood.

A villain—a villain whose fate was likely already sealed, destined to be killed by the righteous protagonist as a whetstone no matter how hard he struggled.

The rules were mostly set. With the addition of a clause stating that they would be updated monthly and that the latest version would prevail, the league's regulations were finalized.

As the voice faded, a nameless crimson flame rose in Hai Tangtang’s hand, and she struck toward Ye Ruming. Just as she closed in on him, he finally moved. The sword in his hand began to dance with the wind; for a moment, the flash of blades and shadows dazzled Hai Tangtang. Countless sharp sword energies followed his hand, rushing toward her at the speed of sound.

Every day, she had to supervise the progress of the artists in the company and check each manga for plagiarism.

Song Jingxian was a prime example. He was at the peak of the King Realm, a hair’s breadth away from the Hundred Tribulations, yet he had spent far too long there. It was only after a life-and-death battle with a veteran martial artist of the Hundred Tribulations Realm that he finally went into seclusion to break through.

The queue was incredibly long, yet each immortal could only buy one portion. If they wanted more, they had to queue again, unless they joined the Five Spirits Hall of the Hundred Beasts Garden.

With Mother Chen around, the Chen family never split up. Both households ate at one table and lived in adjacent rooms. She walked calmly to the gate of the second uncle’s house; without going in, she simply shouted from the courtyard.

Everyone in the private room was just an ordinary person, with no awakened individuals among them. The vast majority were from working-class families; even those young people who appeared to be wearing expensive clothes still belonged to the common class, at most the middle class.

As for how he recognized Chen Xiao, it was because they had met once at the Spring and Autumn Base a few months ago.

"Junior Sister Jiang, you’ve been in the mountains for fifteen years now, haven't you?" The man had an ordinary appearance, with a black mole at the corner of his mouth, from which two long, dark, and shiny coarse hairs sprouted.

Han Yufei was truly frightened. Han Shengxiang frowned, wanting to say something, but Pan Yunzhi turned around and pressed toward Li Xiao.

It was enough to show how many evil deeds he had committed to incite such public anger, enough that even the awakened were united in their hatred.

They discovered that, just as Old Kui had said, many people were not just refining their own materials, but also splitting off a stream of flame to refine other items simultaneously, all to give the other contestants a surprise.

This sight made Jiang Ningyue laugh, but as soon as she made a sound, she sensed a sharp gaze upon her, and she immediately closed her mouth and lowered her head.

The path became increasingly difficult, jagged and intertwined. In narrow spots, I had to climb upward, pass through, and then climb back down to continue, but overall, I could still feel that I was descending.