Volume 1, Chapter 32: Whose Child Is It, Anyway?

Beside him, Sophie’s expression was somber, her mind racing as she constantly contemplated how to handle the unfolding situation.

At that moment, Zhao Yingying clearly caught a flash of cunning in Xiong Yu’s eyes, and a sense of foreboding stirred within her.

"You are a cold, heartless man! Xinlan has given you so much; is this the only reward she gets?" Mother Qin roared in anger.

This massacre was far more visceral than the one that had decimated Qi Yao’s tribe; back then, Ye Jiujiu had not witnessed it with her own eyes.

Manman did not know how long she had wept before she finally cried herself to sleep. She overslept the next day, her eyes swollen like two large steamed buns.

His voice came out muffled, making it impossible to tell if it was choked with sobs or merely nasal congestion caused by Manman’s body blocking his nose.

She drifted between sleep and wakefulness, and by the time she fully awoke, the hour for lunch had long passed. The first thing she did upon waking was to look for traces of Yun Moxie’s visit, but after scanning the room, it was clear that no one had been there.

She made a call, but Xu Qiyun’s phone only rang inside the office. She let out a deep sigh, truly not knowing what to say.

Ye Feng could not help but be startled. Throughout his years of living by the blade, he had encountered many eccentric and extraordinary people, but someone like Han Beiyan was a first.

Deliberately sending scum who would act recklessly to force Xia Ye to strike, and then using that as a pretext to cause trouble... was that the scheme?

He finished his prayer and suddenly noticed a goshawk flying in from the upper left, clutching a shredded pigeon in its talons.

"That massive stag was instantly mortally wounded, collapsing into the dust with a shrill cry, its spirit slipping from its body and drifting off to some unknown destination. I planted my foot against the stag’s heavy carcass, wrenched out my bronze spear, and life’s crimson blood surged from the gaping wound."

"Hehehe!" With a shy, silly laugh, Meifeiya rushed into Xia Ya’s arms like a swallow returning to its nest.

Yan Fei, having left the Fan estate, could no longer hear Fan Yuncheng’s weeping. He walked aimlessly along the roads of the capital, unsure of where to go, until he saw a dark figure blocking his path.

His words, however, were genuine. Compared to those who cultivate, ordinary people lack such deceit and intrigue; they possess a greater sincerity.

Following the handclap, Ji Yan suddenly felt her entire body lighten, as if a great weight had been lifted from her.

This was only natural, of course. To be parted from one’s mother forever and to move into a strange house... as a child, one would surely feel sorrow and unease.

The agonizing torment she had felt while waiting in her room during his duel surged in her heart once more.

Lin Yang’s energy carried his own innate, rigid, and pure solar vitality. While it might have little effect against a human’s true energy claws, it was far more potent against these spectral ones.

By the third month, the ice on the northern rivers slowly began to melt, and in the three northeastern provinces, spring arrived particularly late. One afternoon, a siren sounded, blowing the horn of battle once again.

She carried a few buns and wobbled toward the county auditorium. It took about twenty minutes to arrive, and before she even entered, she could hear the clatter of noise inside, suggesting the event was still ongoing.

She remembered chatting with the kings and demon chiefs of the caves and strongholds on Mount Huaguo, where the legend of soul weapons had once been mentioned.

After waiting for about half an hour, Li Qingchen finally saw a man in a black casual suit walking out of the main gate, wearing a reporter’s badge. Behind him followed a thin young man carrying a large camera on his shoulder.

Who would have thought that after he finished drinking with his friends and returned, a catastrophe would have occurred? The Demon Peak had been scorched by some mysterious, malevolent fire, with more than half of it reduced to ash.

"A lunar eclipse? But why do I sense a terrifying power gathering on the moon?" Watching the moon tonight, Bai Suzhen felt an inexplicable malice in her heart, as if she were being stared at by a pair of incomparably evil eyes, leaving her deeply unsettled.

An inexplicable suction appeared. Imhotep discovered with horror that two massive vortices had suddenly manifested within Li Qingchen’s body; his soul was being pulled with immense force, and each shred of his soul was crushed and vanished the moment it was dragged into the vortex.

He was a man who understood his place in life. In this mission, he had been a mere foil from start to finish; he only needed to watch quietly as Comrade Wang Yueling worked her magic.

He was just wondering what these people were here for when he suddenly realized they seemed to be heading directly in his direction.

"What? You are the vice president of Feifan E-commerce? Are you joking?" Fu Xiaoya said, her face full of shock and disbelief.

"Many thanks for the guidance, Brother Lin. Then, I shall take my leave," the City Lord of Mucheng said with a bow, before signaling his men to depart through the gap in the spirit array that Lin Feng had opened.

Fu Sheng could not help but tremble, taking a step back. Fortunately, he steadied himself with his sword. Bai Qu asked with concern, "What is wrong with you?"

Then, his gaze shifted to Bai Qu, and he said with a playful tone, "Or perhaps, you could cut off the hand that wounded me."

If she were to truly lose to someone from the countryside, it would be a supreme humiliation for her.