Volume 1, Chapter 35: The Chen Family of the Imperial Capital Again

Such people would wonder: How can there be such a wicked theory? Why hasn't such a malevolent god been struck down by lightning yet? Is it perhaps too powerful for the heavens to claim, or is it so cunning that it has hidden deep underground, fearing no divine retribution?

Even those who had previously held immense confidence in Chen Yuan began to waver in their hearts upon witnessing such a spectacle.

"A fine offer to let you leave. When I was willing to sacrifice my own life to save those people, did you ever consider letting them go? Doesn't the Witch Tribe love to exterminate everyone in their path?" Luo Zixiu’s voice turned icy, sounding to the six members of the Witch Tribe like the soul-snatching echoes from the depths of the Nine Serenities.

The Ultimate Shadow Beast, upon hearing this, glared with murderous intent. With a wild laugh, it reached out its right hand, snatched a ball of violet-black energy from the air, and hurled it toward Jiang Yang.

"The former chief instructor achieved his position only after earning countless military merits and surviving countless brushes with death. This newcomer has no merits and isn't even twenty years old; on what grounds should he be the chief instructor?" the burly man with the crew cut challenged, unconvinced.

"Arrogant. But what if you do know? Do you really think you have the life left to return?" Luo Zixiu scoffed.

She had heard of this Ye Fan from Diwu Qingrou before. Although his family background was decent, he was clearly not an insider. Yet, the words he had just spoken completely overturned the perceptions of everyone present.

"Mr. Samael, how about this: let Albert take Yu's place to atone for his sins!" Lei stepped forward and proposed.

At this moment, Yao Shitong brought in a pot of tea, and Elder Yao took the opportunity to ask Ye Fan about his experiences over the past four months.

At this very moment, he finally took that crucial step, surging from the peak of the half-step World Lord realm directly into the realm of a World Lord.

Jingyi picked up another bottle to taste. This medicine had no flavor, but after tasting it, she suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, and as her eyes closed, she appeared ready to collapse to the ground.

At this stage of technological development, the power grid is the security lifeline of any nation or economy. Whether it is the internet, wireless communications, or any other new network, all require electricity as their operational power source.

The sixteen leaders reached a consensus. As messages were dispatched one after another, a war that would sweep across the entire universe was about to begin.

"Good, not bad. You can eat and drink; you have a future. Look at those cultivation masters; none of them eat. Is that just showing off?" The young man gave Chen Hao a thumbs-up, then took a light bite of the meat he had just grilled, seemingly unfazed by the heat.

"Water therapy," Boss Dai said with a grave expression. The two words were simple, but his gaze was unyielding.

Due to manufacturing constraints, the nanofibers currently produced by humanity contain too many impurities, and the crystal structure is imperfect, riddled with defects, which is why they only achieve five times the strength of steel. If they were perfect crystals combined with flawless craftsmanship, the strength could easily be doubled.

"Zzz! Zzz!" A black communication orb appeared by his ear. After the static cleared, the other side said urgently, "My Lord! This is the crater; the Zombie Ice Dragon and the Frost Spider are attacking us!" Above the report, the screams of soldiers could be heard clearly.

After trading a hundred blows, both men found the other's opening and, with a tacit understanding, simultaneously struck a palm at the other's chest.

"Let's go. No matter how strange it is, we'll know once we see it." Zhao Qian stepped forward again. Although this Witch Palace exceeded his expectations, nothing about this place was normal, so this was just one more anomaly.

Several players had already approached to ask for her number, but Chopin clearly had no such intentions. In fact, the players who approached were ones Chopin had never even heard of.

Although Rong'er's body was icy and her pink lips were unusually cold, they were incredibly smooth and tender, reminding Li Longfei of the ice jellies he often ate in the 21st century—smooth, soft, and refreshing.

While lost in these stray thoughts, Li Longfei saw Li Sicong walking over with his head hanging and looking listless. Li Longfei didn't strike up a conversation but walked straight toward the spot where Li Sicong had just "relieved" himself.

Seeing this scene, although Li Longfei’s heart was at ease, he felt the vanity and hypocrisy within the conference room suffocating.

Bingwu felt ashamed and, attended to by Shuosu, combed her hair and applied her makeup. Looking at the renovated Fengwu Garden, she felt a heavy burden in her heart.

The Liu woman said, "Don't forget, we have already divided the family assets. If we were at his wet nurse's house, do you think others wouldn't have objections?" His third and second aunts would certainly disagree.

Qin Yang struggled out of Xiurong's arms and lunged at Xiuyao. "Sister, Sister, don't die." He grabbed Xiuyao's leg and shook it, tears streaming down his face.

"Dark Elf Dong Xiaowan?" Zhang Chukun had been wondering who could pose such a great threat to him, but once he saw her face and heard her voice, he was basically certain of her identity.

Liu Tingbin's reaction was exactly the same as Huang Renyuan's at that moment; neither of them had expected that Chen Shaoming, who was paralyzed and confined to a wheelchair, could still have such speed.

Su Ruyi finally understood that the missing Bai Xue's body had indeed been taken by Mei Yan. What she couldn't understand was that with such high-level martial arts, why didn't he kill the Emperor and Empress instead of focusing on grooming Gong Yixuan? Was he hoping to have Gong Yixuan take revenge with his own hands?

However, Xue Yao's bewildered expression didn't look like that was the case. The two of them, with great mutual understanding, found an excuse to return to their rooms, leaving the living room to the other two.

Last night, the Emperor had clearly promised that he would issue an order today to transfer Cheng Che back from the Western Border battlefield. Why had he been locked in his room and refusing to see anyone since the morning assembly?

If this continued and the Special Operations Team didn't handle the matter properly, it could trigger major problems.

Sumei looked up in shock. Seeing Cheng Che's indisputable expression, she choked out a "yes" and hurried away, lifting her skirts.

She had been a bit sleepy, but as soon as she heard of the "Hundred Treasure Soup," she immediately perked up, thinking it was some kind of delicious treat.

I crave peace and quiet. I originally intended to rest here and sort out my thoughts, but now, that’s impossible.

Grandmother Liu San lay on the bed, covered by a ragged quilt with the cotton stuffing poking out, yet she looked so serene.

Tang Qixie turned his head to look at the gracefully approaching Queen Anli. His hand at his side clenched, then relaxed.

Qin Yu gave a silly smile and agreed. Shangwen Lingyun couldn't drive him away, so they drank the fish soup together.

This confirmed it even more. He sternly grabbed his collar and entered "Hirai Conan" mode once again.