Volume 1, Chapter 40: Your Father Is Not Doing Well

Lin Xunan held her hand as they walked toward the apartment; for him, this was the most peaceful New Year he had spent in years.

Upon hearing this, Mu Ziyun pushed aside Huzi’s clothes, when suddenly, a tremor shook them. "Oh no, that dog has tracked us down," he said, looking down to find a pair of bloodthirsty eyes glaring right at him.

The peaceful days lasted until 2105, when a massive catastrophe struck, erasing the superpowers of all ability-users across the globe. The reign of the superpowered came to an end, and human society returned to its former state.

Subconsciously, Lu Zhen leaned closer. This made his surrounding personal guards nervous, and they hurried to follow, fearful that these strange-looking individuals might pose a threat to their master.

He squinted, his gaze darting back and forth between the two of them and Yi Fenglin. At this moment, Yi Fenglin also relaxed, and as he walked toward them, he said, "You're here!" Yi Fenglin was usually a man of few words, but the glint in his eyes revealed his true mood.

Feeling the warmth of Yun Chen’s breath against her ear, Ruan Yu’er’s ears turned beet red, yet she nodded obediently and nestled into his embrace, remaining perfectly still.

Not long after, the plane landed at an airport in the suburbs of Handong. When Yan Huan stepped off the plane and saw Qi Hao, she could hardly believe her eyes.

A moment later, a surge of true energy flew out. With a soft "pop," the wind dissipated. Under the pressure of the elder cultivator's immense power, the demonic energy trapped within the disciple’s body was forced out, vanishing into the air.

Moreover, because the location was right at the school gate, most of the onlookers were students. Seeing the scene unfolding before them, some began to whisper and debate among themselves.

The moment the shield vanished, the ice refused to be shattered so violently; it burrowed into Lin Ruo’s body, instantly seizing control of her.

Xiao Longfei and Ren Weimin were equally covetous, but they knew deep down that there were only fourteen wind-attribute magic lions. Whether by seniority or merit, none would fall to them. The two exchanged a silent glance, resolving that no matter what, they would secure one as a mount amidst the demon army.

After Yuan Sheng finished speaking, he prepared to leave, but suddenly remembering something, he turned back to continue.

If the previous few days could be compared to a grand festival where everyone was cheering and shouting, then today felt more like a pivotal moment. Everyone had grown restrained, like soldiers stepping onto a battlefield, holding their breath and gazing intently, waiting for the great war to begin.

This time, he intended to advance to the second level of the Yin-Yang Realm. He needed to refine a Frost Pill, which would allow him to successfully break through to the next stage of the Yin-Yang Realm.

After all, in his previous life, that was exactly what Dongfang Ao had done; the moment he ascended the throne, he immediately launched a campaign against the Martial Arts Alliance.

"If my troops had the weaponry of the Lin Family Army, that would be truly magnificent." Lieutenant General Lin had long coveted the fourth-tier superpower rifles, which boasted a range of fifteen hundred meters. Unfortunately, the Lin Family Army did not sell them to outsiders, and despite wanting to purchase a batch several times, he could never bring himself to ask.

Zhang Biao’s facial muscles twitched. Watching the three big bosses nodding in deep agreement, he wanted to slap himself across the face for his loose tongue. He offered a fawning smile, repeatedly insisting that Lin Hao was not in the camp and had gone out to slay zombies.

Lin Hao breathed a secret sigh of relief and, imitating the other demon generals, paced unhurriedly among the busy goblins.

Naturally, they couldn't go to a café for lunch, so with the guidance of a bellhop, the two arrived at the Lijiang Western Restaurant.