Volume One, Chapter 37: Old Madam Su Torments Her Third Son’s Granddaughter

Watching the brothers whispering to each other, clearly plotting something, Shen Yuehua simply took the eldest child out of the carriage and carried him on her back. The carriage was stiflingly hot, and it was far more comfortable to be outside where there was at least a breeze. Su Tianze, in a daze of sleep, had no idea what was happening.

He could hardly believe his eyes: three half-step Supremes, just like that, crushed into nothingness by a single palm, their souls scattered into oblivion. His eyes grew hot; forgetting that she could not see his expression in the dark, he turned his back to her and prepared to walk away.

No one knew that Huangfu Qi’s palms were clenched so tightly they were bleeding. Being humiliated to his face like this was a first for him.

Mo Yufan offered a faint smile; the old man’s nostalgic tone was strangely relaxing. Yet, he may have overlooked something—some key piece of information.

Slipping stealthily under the cotton curtain, I looked up and saw the very window Dong Dazhen had spotted that day. Looking from the outside in, everything was pitch black, but from within, everything was clearly visible under the moonlight.

"I act by divine decree. I appoint you as the Envoy of the Dharma Ground to restore our Heavenly Dharma sect. Do you understand?" the Sovereign said coldly, having completely cast the previous Envoy aside.

Upon seeing this, the Daoist Master Ziwei immediately revealed an expression of amazement, followed by a hearty laugh as he stepped forward.

"We only need to keep the modified Kia interference waves within a certain range. As long as we stay within this radius, the Heavenly Heart Legion can do nothing to us, and we will be safe. Even with only 1,000 warships for protection, we remain invincible."

Lü Tianming paused, his reaction instantaneous. He had intended to erupt with spiritual power and crush it with a single blow, but the next action of the Red-Backed Purple Wolf made him hold back.

There was no point in confronting this head-on. It was clear that the base manager was acting under orders and was unwavering in his stance. He had gone to the free market personally, in front of everyone, intending to make an example of someone to warn the rest.

He had no heart to ponder much at this moment. Since it was Yeyu’s instruction, he dared not delay and immediately took the King of Insects to examine it.

Muzan’s eyes were terrifying at this moment, a crimson so deep it seemed as if blood would drip from them, revealing an indescribable evil and madness that made one afraid to look directly at him.

Recalling everything that had happened bit by bit, Zhao Zheng’s eyes showed a glimmer of realization; it seemed he had understood something.

Le Wan had also graduated from the same middle school as them, and her grades had never been particularly good. If she were truly that clever, she wouldn't have waited until her senior year to display her abilities.

He then took out two bowls and served the noodles, adding two drops of oil to each. It was a pity it wasn't sesame oil, but even so, it was good enough.

In that moment, they all simultaneously thought of that unfathomable Daoist who had appeared in the state capital some time ago.

This Fan Chenmie was actually a Grandmaster; such a level of cultivation was on par with the strongest members of the Martial Arts Alliance’s Council of Ten Elders.

The man’s words were pressuring her, yet Ji Su’er had been suffering so much lately. After being rejected by Jiang Zedu, she had been trying her best to forget him and find peace. Now that she had finally begun to recover, he came to her with these words.

Hearing the councilor’s doubt, Elder Zhang couldn't help but smile. He looked up at the sky, his voice drifting out in a melancholy tone.

From my own deductions, it seems Lin Mengxi does not know about this. I do not know if this is a good or bad thing for her. However, I did not intend to tell Lin Mengxi at this time. If she knew I was a virus carrier, I wonder if the intimate bond we had built would shatter instantly.

By the dim candlelight in the prison corridor, he saw the prisoner locked in the adjacent cell and felt a deep sense of trepidation.