Chapter 41: So Dismal, So Bleak, So Desolate

"Mom, why did Dad ask me to come back?" Song Jiajia asked, sitting on the bicycle's backseat.

Chen Jinlan replied in an annoyed tone, "How would I know what your dad is going crazy about?"

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Who upset you?" Song Jiajia asked.

"Shut up," Chen Jinlan snapped.

Song Jiajia fell silent.

She did not speak another word all the way home.

The moment she stepped inside, before she could even call out to her father, a tight slap came flying across her face.

With his cultivation having reached the realm of a mid-tier Martial Saint, Elder Bai, serving as Li Hai's mentor, naturally beamed with constant smiles. He even used this achievement to spar with Liu Changqing and the group of stubborn old fogies hidden within the academy, simply determined to secure Li Hai's position as the youngest elder in the academy's history.

That must be quite agonizing, but Lin Yu had never tried to struggle in a single profession for a long time before quitting, so he felt no sense of resonance.

He was not galloping wildly on horseback. At this moment, Ding Yi was already aboard a boat of the inland river detachment, smiling as he watched the figures of the factory guards galloping away on horseback along the riverbank. The horse, whose four hooves trod the snow, possessed a rather human-like intuition. It stayed quietly inside the boat's awning without making a fuss, obediently eating the beans fed to it by Liu Tie.

Xiong Ti was momentarily stunned, wondering what kind of hospitality this was, as it completely defied convention. Gongsun Liang, who had introduced them, had withdrawn halfway, leaving the three of them to face this noble young master they had never met before.

Hu Jiumei glanced at Feng Sanshou and Xia Yun beside her, then turned her gaze back to Xiong Ti. Before she could even speak, Xiong Ti said, "My wife, why haven't you accompanied me back to our room to rest?" "I, I..." Hearing Xiong Ti address her as "wife," Hu Jiumei was so shocked that her eyeballs almost popped out.

A sudden flash of realization dawned upon Xiong Ti, and he asked in pleasant surprise, "You mean... you mean Que'er..." He was so overwhelmed with joy that his words became incoherent. Halfway through, he turned his head and stared fixedly at the Black Moon.

A-Bao subconsciously shifted his position, and the purple-red halo beneath his feet suddenly lit up, causing his innate dragon armor to turn completely purple-red. He pointed the massive purple sword in his hand toward the sky, and instantly, two identical figures of A-Bao appeared on either side of him, looking exact carbon copies of his true form.

Above the Silver-Armored Army, there was a newly formed elite unit promoted from within their ranks—the Gold-Armored Army. The strength of the Gold-Armored Army naturally reached the realm of a Martial Saint. Because the lifespan of a Martial Saint expert could break through the limits of the human body to reach one hundred and fifty years, the current number of surviving members of the Gold-Armored Army in Hanmo City was four.

In the pugilistic world, those most skilled in swift and decisive action were undoubtedly assassins, and both Xiong Ti and Feng Sanshou happened to be assassins—at least, they both used to be.

The eyes beneath the black robe rolled playfully, and the woman in black continued in her mesmerizing voice, "How would I know? He carried your son away and said you should go find him in his room after you finish dealing with your matters."

"Is that so?" Zhu Bajie's eyes instantly lit up, and he immediately grabbed a steamed hairy crab and began devouring it with gusto.

"Rest assured, Your Highness, this humble Daoist will capture them right now," said the Great Treasure Dharma King. With a wave of his hand suspended in mid-air, he produced his Dharma treasure, the Golden Wheel.

Furthermore, there were countless disciples of the Shen family scattered around this place, who could jump out before him at any given moment.

Yan Yu was not particularly worried, because in the original timeline, the authorities did not entirely believe what Mei Yingxue said at first. It was only after the appearance of innocent bystanders murdered by Zhao Yuanzhen that the attitude of the higher-ups suddenly turned strict.

Even with so many vessel-body abilities at one's disposal, everything is illusory in the face of absolute power.

Stepping out of the vehicle next was Su Yunjin, who took the parasol from Chen Lingyun's hand. Her fashion taste differed significantly from Chen Lingyun's, as she favored much simpler attire, such as monochromatic woolen cardigans and plain-style dresses.