Volume 1 Chapter 30: How Is She So Fierce?!

Even for those who held Jun Moli in high regard, their expressions turned grim at this moment.

"I seem to recall that Uncle Masters Zimeng, Ziyou, and Zilong were triplets and ascended to Mount Shu together to cultivate. If that's the case..." My mother said, feeling a sudden sense of disbelief.

Downstairs, Li Yuehua was cooking noodles while calling for Yang Bin to come down for breakfast. It was only during the meal that she learned from Yang Bin about Weng Lan's phone call. Li Yuehua didn't have any particular feelings about Weng Lan; after all, they hadn't known each other for long, so she didn't take it to heart.

Beneath the vast ocean lie countless different races, various life forms, and distinct intelligent individuals, with a hierarchy so rigid it is beyond imagination.

Seeing them fall silent with pale faces, Li Yuehua scoffed inwardly. Knowing fear was a good sign; it meant they were still salvageable. After all, bad things tend to come true once spoken of, and it was better not to dwell on such ominous thoughts during the New Year.

Nie Jinghong cast a sideways glance at Ji Chen with a look of annoyance, followed by a mysterious expression in her eyes, as if she had already made up her mind.

Han Yu provided Wei Jin-yu with a profound sense of security. When crisis arrived, Han Yu appeared from the darkness to rescue her from the fire and water; that was the essence of security.

Chen Xin heard a sound, and then the man behind her slowly released his grip, granting her freedom.

Zhao Yan handed me a white bag, which seemed to contain a box. He looked at me with a meaningful gaze—one that seemed to hold both sympathy and pity.

While death could be spared, the penalty for her crimes could not be escaped. Letting her return to the mountains would only continue to bring disaster upon the martial arts world. Bai Lian raised her palm and struck Hei Aijia’s scapula; accompanied by a scream, decades of internal power were destroyed in an instant.

Closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair, he realized that a night of sleepless searching had only resulted in the discovery that Ye Yongqing was with Gu Chenxiu, and that she had deceived him because of it.

The cheat-level system would not leave her to fend for herself in such a situation. With its vast powers activated, it protected her, allowing her to drift with the currents as effortlessly as a fish.

The backyard was a grove of plum blossoms, and a figure in a plum-colored robe was standing on tiptoe to prune the flowers. Hearing footsteps behind, the person turned around instinctively, their arms full of perfectly bloomed plum blossoms.

But the next instant, reason reminded him: Lu Zheng, do not forget, she is your sister—she can only ever be your sister.

"What are you doing?" A low male voice came from the side. Wen Rou was startled; she quickly steadied herself on the branch and looked up.

The sensation was like touching a burning coal or reaching into a fire; her palm burned with a piercing, soul-deep pain.

"I'm cold-blooded, ruthless, and cruel?" Luo Qifeng laughed coldly. Did she really want to die that badly? He hadn't even brought up what she had done, yet she was the first to accuse him of being cold-blooded and ruthless.

"If there’s nothing else, I’m going back to rest," Li Mu said, beginning to usher them out, indifferent to the other party's status.

She had originally wanted to avoid crying in front of him, but when the word "home" was mentioned, she couldn't help but choke up.

But she was extremely busy now. She had just found a way to stimulate the bloodline of Shui Xizhi, and even while meeting with these people, she held various medicinal herbs in her hands, checking them meticulously.

Yin Shuying had pursued him and treated him as her everything, so he had never thought that one day he would lose her. Because he never contemplated losing her, he hadn't cherished her enough.

Today, the most honored person was Rong Wanxi, and everyone revolved around her. But what about in the future? Could it always be like this? Rong Wanxi, I will never let you have the final laugh.

Wu Ye was in his early thirties; despite his young age, he already held a high position and was a leading figure in commanding troops.

A soft call echoed in Xu Mo’s ears. When the latter opened his eyes, he was stunned to see Zhou Yuan sitting beside him with his legs tucked, smiling. Xu Mo rubbed his eyes and, seeing Zhou Yuan intact, wept with joy, pulling him into an embrace and shouting that Heaven had eyes.

A student sitting at the back of the classroom spoke dismissively. He didn't even lift his eyes, not sparing Shi Yao a glance; instead, he toyed with a dagger, using it to scrape the dirt from under his fingernails.

Zhu Tianhuo muttered to himself, then turned and walked toward the palace exit. Compared to the main hall, the fire essence contained in the crimson magma beneath the stone bridge was far more violent and dense.

Mu Zhi opened her mouth, then forced a smile and turned back. She went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of plain noodles, thought for a moment, and carried it back to Lady Wang’s room.

In Huangdu, Mo Fan survived in the cracks between major factions, utilizing their conflicts to consolidate his first group of supporters.

Hua Yi finally stopped her tears. She looked at the sky and worried that if Li Sheng came to see her tomorrow, he would certainly notice the dark circles under her eyes. She had Wu’er blow out the lamp and went to bed.

Affected by the winter, Zhang Donghai easily drifted into sleep. In his haze, he felt someone walk in and lie down beside him; their skin was cool and smooth.

"Meiying, why have you all returned?" Weren't they taken by the government? How were they back now?

A bird that had not yet migrated south took flight from the dense branches, flapping its wings as it soared into the sky.

As for magical treasures, they were even more extraordinary. Using a treasure to release martial techniques or Daoist arts would provide a tremendous boost in a short time. Of course, like magical artifacts, treasures required quiet maintenance to exert their full power, and they often required even longer periods of rest.

At this moment, the two immortals, Hundred Grass and Hundred Flowers, also returned. The immortals gathered in the cave, filled with excitement, and could not help but engage in affectionate conversation.

"I understand, I understand! Everything was done by me and my brothers who wanted to turn over a new leaf. You were never here!" The man on the ground scrambled to say, terrified that Xiao Yunfei's bullet would be fired at him.

Meng Fan’s expression shifted, uncertain. The first possibility that came to mind was that Old Qin wanted to drag him into the mess. If he really pulled the trigger, it would be a dead end. The only one capable of protecting him would be the top official of the provincial military region. But if that were the case, wouldn't he become a slave, forced to do whatever he was told?

Sun Xu's actions surprised Liu Chen; he hadn't expected that for the sake of Sun Zhijiao, Sun Xu would not only kneel and beg for mercy but also slap himself.

However, if one were to broaden their perspective, by leveraging this convenient identity, wouldn't it be quite appropriate to find a wealthy woman of a suitable age and stage in life?