Volume 1, Chapter 27: Yunshen Loves You

Xu Yi swiped across his phone, only to find the online forum flooded with topics about him and Wu Qianfan. A sudden headache washed over him. This seemed impossible; as a wanderer following the old man’s arrangements, he had never once exposed his true identity. He did not know whether to praise Ji Jiu for his thoroughness or to simply put a bullet in the man who might become a liability.

When Xu Yi felt lonely and forsaken, she would take him out for a decent meal. When he was ignored by all, she would bring him a four-inch chocolate cake every year on his birthday.

"Hey, the fact that I, this young master, am willing to speak to you is a favor—don’t be ungrateful!" Huangfu Yuanming’s face darkened.

"You love them very much, and your aunt and uncle only hope that you live well." Although he could not fully empathize, those cold, despairing eyes made his heart ache profoundly.

Tan Yin’s long hair was being styled by Yao Jiang, who soon fashioned it into an elegant look. She raised her hand to touch the white jade bell hairpin tucked into her hair. Looking at the stark contrast between her attire yesterday and today in the bronze mirror, she felt a moment of bewilderment.

Lu Tao stared at his phone for a long while, sensing that something was increasingly wrong. Generally, Lu Sui would listen to everything he said; why, on this particular matter, did Lu Sui insist on defying him?

Xu Zhenhua and Liang Qiu agreed immediately, adding with a sigh, "The child is grown and no longer cares for the family," which left Xu Yi feeling deeply embarrassed.

Han Yun found it strange. After all, in his countless experiments, the spiritual energy in this world seemed to behave like an electric current rather than life force.

His attachment to Wang Jianming was merely instinctive; there was no deep affection there.

"Old Qian, keep an eye on the shop. I’m going to the back kitchen," Sister Qin said. She then took Li Wuding to her living quarters and headed straight into the basement.

His face was solemn, grave, and devoid of emotion. His thick, bushy beard always gave Han Tianyun the illusion that he was looking at Lu Zhishen.

"Very well. If you fail, everyone present here will see their entire families executed by torture!" Having said this, Nangong Chenyang truly stood motionless.

In truth, all the disciples present knew that today was the day the Ancient Dao Sect would hold the Earth Ranking Tournament. Yet, Elder Yuan’s voice was deep, resonant, and forceful—striking a chord that ignited the passion within them, leaving every disciple there with boiling blood.

A satisfying job and a pleasant working environment left Zhao Ziying in high spirits and full of drive, completely forgetting about being fired by the Zhao Group.

Though he was extremely weak at that moment, seeing his master saved seemed to lift the heavy stone from his heart. After saying this and glancing at Han Tianyun and his companion, he closed his eyes and drifted into a frail slumber.

In any case, Tang Yang’s participation in the King-Sealing Battle was settled. No matter how loud the clamor outside, he simply sat cross-legged in his room, cultivating in silence.

Just then, Sun Chengzhi walked in from outside and slapped the Madam Xu across the face, his expression grim. "I won't hold you accountable for the past, but now that Yingying’s marriage has been decreed by the Empress Dowager..."

Who would have thought that when they reached the place where Mother Lu had brought her, the two of them had just stepped out of the car when they saw Song Wan walking out from the other side, holding her bag.

The eldest daughter-in-law of the Xu family, also shocked by the news, was a bit slow to react. It was only after Madam Xu collapsed that she snapped out of it, rushing over to help her with a pale face, though she herself was trembling violently.

Tang Sangang remained silent, harboring a few guesses of his own. This must have to do with his mother, but since the Master and his father wouldn’t speak, he couldn't force them. He could only focus on saving up the "Debate Points" needed to exchange for resurrection coins.

With her internal organs twisted into a knot, Fei Lina shook her head desperately, coughing up blood mixed with fragments of viscera that streamed down her helmet onto her chest.

The houses in the Thirteenth District had long since grown dilapidated; the orderly streets had become chaotic and cluttered, stripped of the lights that once illuminated them.

"Is that so?" Megure Juzo frowned but did not pursue it further. He looked at Hattori Heiji again—with a detective here, things were simpler; a detective’s testimony as an eyewitness would not be disorganized.

Tang Sangang waved a hand, telling Wang Sheng not to worry. He had already planned it out; this trip to the shop was intended to sell a batch of soap boxes. He didn't know about the nobility of the Douluo Continent, but most commoners still used wood ash and honey locust pods to wash their clothes, and dry scrubbing for baths—how could those compare to the convenience of soap?

At this moment, his forty-nine incarnations across the world simultaneously channeled power toward his true body in space.

Seeing him fly into a rage, the researcher stammered, but he ultimately couldn't bring himself to say anything.

These people are the heroes of our Great Tang. Some ministers previously claimed that the soldiers only went to war for money.

Ye Qing cultivated the art of killing even while committing murder, and with no upper limit—which meant that Ye Qing’s killing intent would be incomparably vast.

What kind of person was Shui Qing? She was the type to shed tears over a neighbor’s domestic affairs. She was the type to go to any lengths to convince a close friend to turn back from a misguided love. Her connection with Yun Tianlan traced back to their youth; how could she ever betray such a bond?

"Uh..." I really didn't know what to say. Watching these brothers risk their lives for President An, and then risk their lives to catch that scum Shan Pao all for my sake, I suddenly felt a profound sense of shame.

"Senior, please curb your anger; these are my friends," Zhou Dao said immediately. It would be disastrous if the Thunder Dragon were to strike.

When Rong Nancheng saw the photos of her with that man, a wave of fury surged in his chest. He snatched the phone away and smashed it against the wall.

As he spoke, a indescribable expression appeared on Lan Cangzhu’s face—a joy born from the depths of his heart, blooming quietly at the corners of his mouth like a wildflower in the night. He looked entirely devoid of humanity, like a beast waiting to watch a good show.

Seeing an opportunity to strike when least expected, Wu Jie immediately searched the map for a location suitable for a decisive battle, based on what he had seen through the eyes of the Ice Dragon Wangcai.

After the ordeal Wu Jie had put him through, and realizing just how close he had been to death, the Ice Dragon Sony seemed to have experienced a sudden enlightenment.

The trial concluded, and the judge found Ye Chen guilty, sentencing him to four years in prison without parole.

The man in black was remarkably calm and composed, possessing the patience of a serpent. The aura radiating from him made Chen Yu feel profoundly uneasy, a strange, inexplicable agitation rising in his heart. His former composure began to crumble.