Volume 1, Chapter 55: The Zhong Family of Hong Kong

"Uncle, perhaps it is because you all have your own families, and Brother Fu is not the kind of person who likes to burden others, that he acts this way. He doesn't actually harbor any bad feelings toward you," Ye Qiaoqiao said.

Zhong Wen smiled. "What you say is true, but interacting with that kid is still not as pleasant as interacting with you, Qiaoqiao. As long as you are well, I am at ease."

"Why do you look so frail? Are you unwell? Let me have the family doctor come and examine you first," Zhong Wen suggested promptly, clearly having noticed Ye Qiaoqiao's condition for quite some time.

Ye Qiaoqiao thought for a moment and nodded. "Then I'll have to trouble Uncle Zhong."

She didn't want to give Brother Fu any cause for worry either.

Before long, the family doctor arrived to...

However, he did not know that this was a powerful wave of energy capable of instantly raising the surrounding temperature and exploding like a bomb.

Even if he were the most outstanding menial disciple, what good would it do? At most, an elder might ask a casual question, and Tang Tian and his faction would simply brush it off by claiming he had been devoured by wild beasts outside.

About the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, the Great Dao merits finally dissipated, and in the end, his cultivation stopped at the perfection of the Saint Realm.

The last time Lin Fan effortlessly killed the Northern River Great Emperor, Supreme Haogu understood that the other party's true strength likely surpassed his own, though he could not easily guess the depth of the other party's soul abilities.

Bai Yufeng let out a low shout, causing the white jade rock beneath his feet to fracture like a spiderweb. His body shot forward like an arrow released from a bent bow, a spiritual energy white dragon spiraling around his spear, tearing through the air and producing successive sonic booms with an unstoppable momentum.

Even a statesman with grand ambitions like Cao Cao could not escape such conventions, let alone the common people. Consequently, history shows that many such practices existed in rural areas. I simply never expected that people would still be engaging in these shenanigans today, and right before my eyes at that.

I had no idea Su Qi was actually a Daoist priest before, but seeing him dressed in this attire now, I found myself rather curious.

Everyone cast strange looks at Chen Xiang, making him feel thoroughly uncomfortable. "What the hell are you looking at me for?" Before his voice even faded, everyone turned their gaze toward Su Jialiang, making the latter feel quite awkward as well.

Liu Yifeng had swallowed thirty fourth-tier shadows in succession, yet the gateway to his fourth set of twin meridians still refused to open.

Of course, the brilliance of Shen Weizhou's timing also lay in the fact that it coincided with Wang Dao being forced out of Taicheng, while the Qing-Xu gentry were undergoing internal adjustments. It was utterly impossible for them to unite as a single entity to weather this storm.

However, that nickname vanished in less than a week because they discovered I wasn't angry at all, but rather relished it, affectionately calling them my sons in return.

He stared intently at the screen. When the progress bar reached one hundred percent, he pressed his lips together and unplugged the miniature USB drive from the computer.

After all, with such a large crowd gathered together and a murder having just taken place, complications were bound to arise. A group of martial academy guards remained stationed outside precisely to prevent such occurrences.

Three peregrine falcons were attacking him this time. One falcon released three feathered arrows from mid-air, while the other two dove straight toward him.

"It's just a rabbit, what's so cute about it?" Yao Dunzhuo tossed the bamboo cage onto the table and turned to leave.

Although he had already attained the realm of returning to simplicity—appearing like an ordinary mortal yet distinct from one—his aura was slightly weaker than that of True Monarch Ziyan, suggesting he was in the mid or late stage of Spirit Transformation.

Yet when his gaze shifted to Mu Chuan, his eyes were instantly filled with incomparable venom.

"The far eastern border of the Daqian Dynasty, the Yunmeng Great Prairie..." Li Zhuang kept repeating the place name in his mind, his longing for that destination growing beyond measure.

However, he kept it to himself—firstly because the matters concerning Qin Yue and Xu Qizong were more pressing, and secondly because of his trust in Su Hai. Not that he trusted Su Hai's character, of course; a fox possesses no character to speak of.

At this moment, the momentum emanating from Zhou Wei was growing increasingly formidable, and his entire body was enveloped in a layer of potent white radiance—the luminous manifestation of spiritual energy.

It was very low, clearly a man's voice, but within the mine tunnel, that distorted laughter was truly chilling.

"Look at you, all frightened. Her family isn't wealthy enough to commit murder in broad daylight." Ding Weiqing chuckled.

Lin Muyu took the car from Deng Haibing, intending to drive it over to Gu Xi. To his surprise, he found Gu Xi already at her doorstep, hanging out the laundry.

She closed her eyes, pressing against his chest to listen to his steady, powerful heartbeat—so strong, so familiar.

A sudden ache gripped Qian Ling's nose, and large tears streamed down her face. Sobbing incoherently, she buried her damp face deeper into his embrace, refusing to lift her head.

When she had previously overheard about this medicinal ointment, knowing she would also be accompanying the group out of the palace for the competition, she figured that just in case, she certainly needed to prepare a bottle of it herself.

Arriving at the supermarket, as Luoyou and Shao Yan stepped out of the car, Qin Feng waved to them and drove away.

"Now you know I'm not joking. Don't trust me." If he accidentally hurt her, the guilt might become unbearable.

He gazed quietly ahead, looking only forward, guiding Luoyou and Zhuang Qialang as though performing a routine task.

Seeing that the door had actually been kicked open, Ye Rong, Li Fei, and I cast bewildered glances toward the entrance. We simply couldn't fathom who dared to be so bold as to kick our door open.

After finishing the meal, Bing Hanxue held a cup of milk tea and sought out Yin Yexi, who was drinking alone in frustration on the balcony.

I took a deep breath as I looked at the formation before me. Yin energy gradually surged from my body, enveloping me entirely. The outer perimeter of the Eight Trigrams formation consisted of Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui, each corresponding to one of the eight trigrams.

How was it that she had no idea her senior sister had befriended such a man within the sect? Moreover, the fellow looked utterly ordinary, yet he had actually prompted her senior sister to come out and welcome him personally.

She muttered to herself, "Could Xueer have returned?" Her voice carried an irrepressible excitement.