Chapter 33: Ready to Watch the Show

"Today, your Uncle Zhao and his family are here primarily to see you, not Hanhan. Why must you keep comparing yourself to her?" Mother Chu, Liu Xinyao, said impatiently.

Chu Qiao was taken aback. "Uncle Zhao? Here to see me? What does that mean?"

Seeing that she was genuinely unaware, Chu Zhenting was also surprised. Hadn't Chu Zerun told Chu Qiao the purpose of this visit? But that was not a major issue.

"Fine, thank you for the gift." Since Ning Xin had already gone to such lengths, Zhao Mu simply accepted it.

I opened my Cat Demon Eyes to take a look, and there was indeed a lingering trace of Yang Ji's aura. That meant he had been here, but whether he was the one who did it would only be known once I found Yang Ji.

I steadied my emotions and began to heal. I had been battered in the Purgatory Realm by a ghost entity of a higher level than myself; the injuries were quite severe. Fortunately, my constitution was robust, otherwise, it would have taken at least three to five days to recover.

Mangzi got out of the car, pulled the driver's door open, and before Feng Xu could react, yanked him out and sat himself in the passenger seat.

As I spoke, I had already pushed Fang Tian aside. Just then, two more figures ran into the alley. Seeing Fang Tian covered in blood on the ground, Han Yang and Fatty immediately flew into a panic. Han Yang rushed forward, embraced Fang Tian, and let the tears stream down his face.

"If we are going to fight, we must strike in a way that shocks Li Fugui’s side. Hold on, hold on! Kangzi and Shao Chen haven't made a move yet, we must endure!" My forehead was beaded with sweat. As for the mosquitoes, I didn't even think about them. The three brutes beside me seemed to realize the gravity of the situation as well; they crouched there, motionless.

Looking toward the sound, a handsome man in purple robes walked in with an elegant gait, then proceeded toward the old matriarch.

Without waiting for Luo Fusheng's agreement, Yang Baiwan tossed the jade token over and simultaneously recalled his two clones.

Liu Yangxi asked me with concern as I woke, but upon seeing the plum blossom stain on the sheets, her face filled with resentment.

This "pulling on the seedlings to help them grow" was what he had learned during those seven years. Such a method has a hundred harms and only one benefit.

Before Niu Rong could answer, Ya Ruo sighed softly, "How many years has it been? These commoners have been devastated by the demonic cultivators, their homes destroyed and their families scattered, forced into displacement."

"If something happens to Bai Fan, this is his final wish! We must obey. Given Bai Fan's feelings for Ping'er, he would rather die himself than see harm come to her. So, in comparison, what does sullying one's own reputation matter?"

Gan Jiang and Mo Ye did not release their first skill, Evil Burial of the Protector; instead, they ran toward the upper river. Sun Bin had just used his first skill and had no abilities left to defend himself; at most, he could only endure the damage from another of Sun Bin's Time Bombs.

Between heaven and earth, there are elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, as well as wind, rain, thunder, lightning, darkness, light, plague, space, and more. These elements are like rules, permeating the world alongside spiritual energy.

The Green Bone was only a palm's length long. It lifted its green dragon head, which featured a horn on only one side, and tilted it slightly; it was unexpectedly cute.

"Stop! You arrogant wretch! Do you know whom you have injured? This is the Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon Palace, a figure of noble status whom a cultivator like you cannot afford to offend. If you wish to live, sever your own meridians," Princess Wansheng said from the side.

If not for this air of mystery and aloofness, which made it impossible for anyone to guess what he was thinking, Lu Beilin might never have been able to uphold the vast Lu family, nor would the family have stood firm in City A for so many years, nor become one of the few prominent clans in the country.

Killing without a trace—yet cultivators could never find the culprit, because the perception of a ghost cultivator far exceeds that of a common practitioner.

At this moment, he was the true version of himself: the old man who never considered the consequences of his actions, never worried about the feelings of others, and could even be described as ruthless.