Chapter 38: A Generous Hand

"Mother, I'm fine."

Hua Ning closed the front door behind her and led Su Qiuxin into the main hall.

"I found a kitten on the mountain, and it was stained with some blood."

As she spoke, she removed the medicinal herbs covering her basket, revealing a small tiger cub curled up inside, its eyes still tightly shut.

Su Qiuxin leaned in and took a look; it really was.

The little cub was covered in blood, likely injured when its mother gave birth.

"Oh my, this little cat—"

She covered her mouth, her eyes wide with horror, tears mixed with blood trickling from the corners of her eyes.

Yan Shu turned his gaze toward Zhao Zhen. Zhao Jun's remarks were a classic case of courting disaster; he had insulted the founding emperors, mocked the Song Empire, and even dared to call the current Emperor a lecher. Had the Emperor been of a more violent temperament, he would have likely had him dragged out and executed long ago.

Before the arrows could make contact with the water shield, another materialized in front of Link, quickly following up to intercept the projectiles.

At the main entrance, a crowd of researchers in white coats had gathered, many of them looking pale.

The calm surface of the lake began to churn violently. A slender vortex formed at the center, but within a single breath, it expanded rapidly. Soon, the entire surface was enveloped in energy, and pillars of water spiraled upward, erupting from the depths.

Fang Hao did not intervene; after all, no matter how much he tried to reassure humanity, they would never truly be at ease.

Such information was of critical importance and needed to be relayed upward, allowing superiors to allocate resources accordingly.

If you want to sell fruit well, focus on quality rather than quantity; otherwise, your harvest will end up like Aunt Sarah’s, fit only for the vegetable market.

Bathed in the gaze of the serpent's eyes, Christina felt instantly dizzy, her mental energy and magic running sluggishly.

As Bai Feng sent out a series of commands, the Pokémon began to busy themselves throughout the orchard.

Even the passing demons would not wander aimlessly through the Fiery Wasteland; if they had to pass through, they did so in haste, never sparing it a second glance.

Though he maintained a smile on his face, Li Xun saw clearly in his heart: the tumor that had been suppressed for decades had finally been lanced.

"I'm not afraid, old monkey that I am, but I worry about affecting Master's journey to the West," the monkey said.

Wang Ping noticed that Elder Qin was shaken by his half-truthful words. Though he showed no reaction on the surface, the quality of the 3D projection—still impressive even a century later—clearly betrayed the shift in Elder Qin's pupils.

When Xue Ren discovered his beloved car had gone missing, he flew into a rage, grinding his teeth in fury.

"Only at the Foundation Establishment stage? Then why are those sedan bearers so respectful to her? Could it be that she holds a high status?" Ye Chen muttered to himself.

Since Ye Chen did not step in to stop it, it meant he was prepared, and she no longer felt afraid.

After chatting perfunctorily with Mo Yuqi, Colonel Fidel turned his gaze toward Wei Feng and asked indifferently, "And this is?"

On the stage, the two met and immediately broke into a fierce battle, fighting until the world seemed to dim, as if it were a life-or-death struggle, all just to prove their worth.

He remembered how he used to lecture about saving every bit of the "Primordial Fish," but his mindset had finally shifted.

The Six-Eared Macaque nodded after hearing Pan Chen’s words and said, "Yes, Great King!" With that, the Six-Eared Macaque followed Hu Huo and the White Bone Spirit out of the great hall.

When Xuan Shang heard these words, he did not show the disbelief Futao had expected; instead, he lowered his head, appearing lost in thought. This was intriguing—did Xuan Shang actually believe such an explanation?

"What did that guy say when he leaned in to whisper in your ear?" A flash of brilliance crossed the man's phoenix eyes, and a cryptic smile played on his lips.

The number one power of the Demon Race was no mere boast. Under the Snow Wolf King were hundreds of millions of demon soldiers, millions of demon generals, hundreds of thousands of demon kings, tens of thousands of Taiyi-realm demon kings, and dozens of Daluo Golden Immortals—not to mention that the Snow Wolf King himself was at the Quasi-Saint level.