Volume One, Chapter 34: Who Truly Killed My Son?

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With Ning Yanlong’s successful return, the entire Ning family was enraged. When the Grand Elder suddenly disappeared, everyone believed he had met with some misfortune.

“What are you laughing at!” The voice of the fake Cheng Ming came again, his tone filled with bewilderment.

My father suddenly wore a mysterious expression, which piqued my curiosity—what on earth could be going on?

The Ice Giant turned his head and glared fiercely at Night Owl. In that very instant, Night Owl had cast a protective barrier around Zhou Yan. Without it, a single punch would have been enough to end Zhou Yan’s life.

Niu Liang’s mother crouched on the ground, washing vegetables in a basin for a while before transferring them to a nearby basket. She stood up, turned off the pressure cooker on the stove, took a white porcelain bowl from the cupboard, retrieved two eggs from the refrigerator, cracked them into the bowl, and stirred continuously.

The Xuan Yang Classic was extraordinarily complex, encompassing every aspect of a cultivator’s practice. Thus, cultivation was never a matter of days or weeks; even laying a solid foundation required considerable time.

Recalling the Battle of Dingbian in Yunnan, on the eve of war, he was so wise and composed. Amidst a hail of arrows and gunfire, he led from the front, brave and invincible, facing life and death, unstoppable.

After completing the scheduled academic research in the capital, about a week remained.

Hearing the commotion, passersby stopped and turned to look. When they saw that it was the Fifth Princess, they hurriedly ducked into the shops lining the street.

Xiao Xue was a well-disciplined trainee. Having been on the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau for a month, she had basically adapted to the training environment. Each day, she pushed herself harder, working overtime in preparation.

The Death Mire’s main base lay deep within the swamp, where black mud awaited to swallow the unwary. Stephen and the Moglaini wizards advanced steadily, encountering many wizards from other academy factions along the way. The cleanup of the corrupted anacondas was proceeding methodically.

Suddenly, she thought—this was her child. How could she be so heartless as to take its life? How could she become an executioner?

Jiang Qifeng was Yang Qingluo’s boyfriend of over a year, a civil servant whose parents were also officials. At twenty-seven or twenty-eight, he was intent on marriage.

During those days just after the divorce, my feelings were complicated. There was a sense of relief, like a weight lifted, yet also a profound sorrow that welled up from within.

Thus, after manifesting his power again, he teleported six times in quick succession, finally appearing beside Tucheng.

The chairman struck suddenly, blasting a row of trees apart. Horrifyingly, those destroyed trees instantly restored themselves.

But Su Zhen rarely spoke of such things. She swallowed her grievances, eyes reddened, saluted, and retreated.

I pondered inwardly: with Zhou Yaze’s sharpness, he would surely notice the shift in my mood and probe into its cause. Should I confess everything to him tonight?

Compared to a feather duster, Sicheng Jun seemed a bit more challenging. Wind-type psychics could fly briefly by harnessing the wind’s power, but it was essentially gliding. To remain airborne so long was already impressive.

The magical tide’s assault abruptly ceased. The fearsome spellwaves seemed to have alerted the monsters’ rear forces, as a powerful psychic force faintly emanated.

Tianji Star was unlike planets in the Star Domain Alliance; here, no rules applied. Take the Tianji Maze: its entry pass was not held by the opener or administrator but had to be won or discovered.

Li Tian’s rise to the peak meant something only Li Yue fully understood—it signaled Li Tian’s complete enmity with the Huangji Sacred Domain. With his current strength, how could he contend with Huangji?

After a battle, the Maple Fire Mercenary Group lost three hall leaders. The remaining leader, Ye Tian, was treated as a trusted confidant, especially Han Yanre and Iron Lion, each rewarded with a Tianyuan Pill, while the other three leaders received Sanyuan Pills.

“Sis, don’t go. I’ll notify Haoyue and Ziyue to go together,” Su Mo said after some thought.

Su Anqing was straightforward; she disliked beating around the bush except when it came to her feelings about Ye Xuan, where she hesitated.

Of course, though everyone displayed outwardly intense feelings and words, none truly drove Laoda away. Some men, eager to help Laoda survive, quickly built a wooden cabin as her sleeping quarters for the night.

A fierce wind swept up, shaking the grand hall. The next moment, Li Tian’s aura surged overwhelmingly, as if able to suppress all. Under this might, even the top-tier warriors of the Tuoba family trembled in their legs.

Su Anqing, drowsy and sluggish, slowly ascended to the second floor, swaying as if about to collapse, evoking a strong desire in others to protect her.

Each beam of light carried destructive power, like a strangling force, slicing through the terrifying scorpion tails.

Most guests today were acquaintances. As she greeted them, they all were shrewd—they knew Fu Wan hadn’t come to Fu Xin’s wedding, and with Lu Zhou and Fu Wan divorced, who would bring Fu Wan back?

“Playboy, what are you doing here?” Huahua’s beautiful eyes glanced coolly at Yin Xi.

Startled for a moment, Jiang Bai concluded the other party must be an expert who, like him, had come from beyond the void.

In a vegetative state for three years, his mind was likely near death, compounded by his frail body.

Waiting for Yan Yan to claim her, she could cling to him, refusing to leave. Then, if he tried to shirk debts, she would have her father and family pressure him.

“Crown Prince, why not raise an army to kill the Demon Queen and restore peace to the world?” Sima Ya, seeing Sima Yu’s self-pity, took a deep breath and advised.

Yet Alexander Port lacked sufficient iron to forge chains. Melting down the soldiers’ armor was unthinkable. With limited options, they could only wait and see.