Chapter 53: Disgusting Her by Violating the Deceased’s Last Wish

Yue Chong let out a furious roar, and immediately a golden hand formed in front of him, about a foot long.

A crowd of over a hundred people, equivalent to half the students of a grade, going out together—it was a truly spectacular sight.

After a while, the Daoist of Beiming finally withdrew his gaze and sat cross-legged, circulating his internal spiritual power according to a mysterious method.

Xu Jiaojiao was contemplating the matter of sending Siliang and his friends to school a few days ago, and the conversation she overheard.

She looked again at the pool, where the deep blue water still churned and bubbled, as though it were a pool of poison, seemingly ready to corrode all living things of this world.

Lu Xian was thirty-two this year, nearly seven years older than An Ning. He appeared mature and steady, quite different from Jingyu Bei, and his presence was comforting.

From this, it was clear that the True Immortal of Taiyi was not unloving toward Nezha; rather, there were some matters in which he was powerless.

A gentle male voice reached Ye Lanjing’s ears. She looked up to see Gu Nanyun approaching, carrying some dry rations in his hand.

Receiving the support of his teammates, Jiang Tong finally could not hold back his tears, yet a smile appeared on his face. He was so moved that he wanted to say something, but could not utter a single word.

Thus, the two of them were inherently interdependent, cooperating with each other. If they were to leave this environment, if the conditions were removed, how could they possibly stay connected?

“Thank you so much!” Lone Rain raised his cup and drank first in respect. This would mean one less trouble? But was it really that simple? Although Tie Zheng and the others had temporarily stopped them, would Long Zhan give up so easily?

“I have received your blessing. I will live well, I promise I will return. When I come back, you shall be my wife.”

With someone leading the way, the common folk followed one after another. Each returned home, fetched their stored grain, and came to exchange it with Su Ran and others.

“Wang Zhen, I just wanted to talk to you about this. Are you in the office?” Cai Guangliang asked over the phone.

But those claws were no match for the sharpness of Longquan’s blade—one by one, they snapped and broke. Even an SS-level zombie could not withstand the sword imbued with sword energy.

Handling explosives was the duty of the police. Compared to the weak bomb disposal team of the county bureau, the city detective squad had more experience dealing with unexploded ordnance. Moreover, Jianjun had been a key member of the special forces in the army, and had learned basic bomb disposal skills.

Then, Han Ziye, almost losing control in his fury, rained blows like a storm upon Kong Zhixuan.

Shen Qili was momentarily speechless, her face alternately pale and flushed. As Xia Qi had said, she was already married into the Jun family and had no need to return to the Shen family. The power, status, and wealth of the Agan Jun family surpassed the Shen family by far, and even her grandfather’s Gu family could not compare.

Wang Peng nodded with a smile, telling Cai Guangliang to hurry and attend to his tasks, especially arranging the wages.

Suddenly, the planet beneath his feet began to tremble violently, and at some unknown moment, the surrounding space started to shake as well.

Chen Xi stared at the fourteen elders, his eye twitching, thinking: Soul Departure Stage! From their breathing rhythm, these fourteen elders must possess Soul Departure Stage cultivation—meaning they truly belonged to the same era as the barbarians who invaded Kui Xing Continent several centuries ago.

Ning Yitian’s spiritual sense could only capture a blurry image, unable to follow the specific movements.

It would have been fine had they just come near the three of them, but the problem was, at some unknown moment, the man had produced a broad, ancient-looking saber, about 1.2 meters long, with several ringing copper rings attached. And this elegant, old-fashioned saber was swinging straight at their faces.

After riding the clouds for so long, finally letting go of his concerns about Cold Moon, Jinlong could not help but be annoyed at Tianshan Island’s sudden use of an invisibility technique—after all, this was his territory.

Hearing this, Gu Yong was first surprised, but after hearing so many words of understanding, his heart was filled with warmth and emotion.

Bending down to pick up the account book and the sheet of paper, Qu Wurong glanced casually and realized it was a list—a list she found strikingly familiar. Looking closer, wasn’t this the same list she discovered the first time she helped Shen Wu’an with his accounts?

Just as Fan Zeng’s hand fell, the Xiang family’s military camp was suddenly assaulted by the Qi army.

Upon arriving at the Shen family, Princess Min agilely flipped onto the roof. Despite being a little plump, her lightness skills were excellent; as she climbed, she made sure to pull Yu Xue up with her.

After finishing the scallion pancakes, Ye Zhaozhao poured oil into the pan. Since the pan was large, she could fry four pancakes at once, though it kept her busy and a bit flustered.

Since she hadn’t really taught Shi Meng much, Ru Xia felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness.

On the battlefield, knowing their fallen comrades could be pulled back for treatment at any time, the warriors fought all the more bravely.

A shard of glass sped toward Chu Yanhan’s face, but Xu Feng reached out and caught it precisely.

Moreover, she was not favored in the Zhou family, and after much effort had managed to win over Zhang Heng, yet now the Zhang family seemed to be fading from sight.

At the dinner table, Qi Shizhen was always the one cared for. Now, eating with relish, he followed his chopsticks with his eyes to his elder brother, sweetly thanking him, before his gaze returned to the food in front of him.

With Shi Meng’s cultivation at the Cauldron Forging Stage, this was the extent of what she could do—the only effective method for now.

Qi Shizhen found it amusing once he understood. He never imagined he’d one day be classified as such a person. Shaking his head to dispel wandering thoughts, he finally left Courtyard C.

Little did Chu Yanhan know that the answer left her uncomfortable—so she simply fell silent, a bit like sulking.

Passing the trials was to hone Yu Qingrou’s combat skills, a form of cultivation. Though it was only a spiritual experience, her body had indeed undergone a subtle change.

Zhang Dali recognized Ran Fei’s voice, but his appearance was completely different, causing confusion. Ran Fei removed his mask, revealing his true face. Everyone found it extraordinary and asked the mysterious man’s name, but he only smiled.