Volume 1, Chapter 28: May I Have Another Father?

"What are you doing, you rascal?" Liu Ruobing chirped at the scoundrel for acting out the moment he woke up, though she found she couldn't actually muster any anger.

"Not at all, not at all!" Guo Ping didn't dare take the bait. He had figured it out: his boss might be capable, but he seemed incredibly obsessed with money. If he engaged in that conversation and it somehow veered toward his own salary, wouldn't he just be asking for trouble?

"Of course I'm going. It's been a few years since I've been home, anyway. Might as well take this chance to sponge off you—only a fool wouldn't go! When do you plan on leaving?" Alan asked with a laugh over the phone. Knowing full well that Fang Li would be traveling with his wife, she wisely chose not to ask.

As for the Wang family and the Lin family from Yanjing, they headed straight for the building where the company’s servers were kept. They were determined to guard it, convinced that the source code for Lin Feng’s new operating system must be hidden within those machines.

Heaven help her, Angel had no interest in this contest whatsoever. What did the affairs of some trivial chamber of commerce matter compared to the news of rediscovering the tribe's guardian deity?

"Watch closely and keep quiet," one person said impatiently. He just wanted to enjoy the battle in peace and didn't want to be disturbed by miscellaneous noise.

Surrounding her were dense, tangled red threads that made every step a struggle. Deep within the web of threads, a colossal red mountain was vaguely visible.

Previously, he hadn't understood what was so special about Fu Yan; he seemed like an ordinary student with decent potential at best. After the military training, he had assumed they would never meet again. It wasn't until Leng Yihe brought him forward once more and revealed that he was a reserve for that department that he had been forced to take on the role of guardian and sparring partner.

Only during the midday hours was the desert a landscape of clean yellow sand, blue skies, and pleasant weather. Desert oases were frequently encountered, and wild beasts and fish were common. Thus, this single hour was the only time the Black Prison could be considered truly sunny.

If only the restaurant owner had the authority to kick him out, then he might as well become the owner himself. Fang Li felt a surge of stifled rage; this Mars was truly a disgusting piece of work. It seemed that if he didn't teach him a lesson, it would be an affront to justice itself.

"Yes, yes, it's so beautiful here! Hehe!" Shen Ling'er said happily, adding to herself, *As long as I am with you, anywhere is beautiful.*

"I don't know who has been egging her on lately, but she’s obsessed with holding a chubby grandson soon. She’s forcing me to go on blind dates, having inquired about every young woman in town, and then sending matchmakers to pressure me."

A surge of mental energy erupted from Zhen Han's body, coalescing in the void into a massive claw of energy that struck fiercely toward the silhouette.

***

The three of them parted ways. Dai Huadong and Huo Yuhao walked down a bustling, noisy street lined with shops.

Meng Keke’s expression hardened, and she quickly drew a dagger from her robes. She would rather die by her own hand than fall to the sea dragon.

Yet, at that moment, the battle qi of a ninth-stage Bantian warrior couldn't even blunt the momentum of that overwhelming mental force. Just as the energy was about to surge into Bantian's brain to wreak havoc, a strange phenomenon occurred within his body.

Since they had mentioned a high price, it would certainly be much higher than what a seafood merchant would offer. Was that person really that trusting? Wasn't he afraid of being scammed?

"I'm not afraid of these things," Lidao said, "but your items seem to have brought out some other unpleasant things." As she spoke, black abyssal resentment began to seep from her body.

Chen Shi stood on the other side, his face rigid, his chest heaving violently, holding half of a broken wine bottle in his hand.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Zhen Han's mental energy began to circulate more slowly, the flowing stream of power gradually thinning.

Seeing Chen Feng’s Yang Barrage hurtling toward her, Spider Fourth Sister calmly opened her mouth and exhaled a puff of white smoke. The smoke met the incoming fire arrows and transformed into a five-meter-long sheet of white cloth, enveloping the arrows entirely. A muffled explosion sounded from within the cloth, clearly indicating that Chen Feng’s Yang Barrage had been neutralized by one of her skills.

The Flying Chicken let out a shrill cry and hovered in mid-air, its eyes filled with joy; it disliked being caged and loved coming out to catch some air.

Long Ling looked up at the sky. A giant peak had pierced the clouds. Could the entire world be supported by this single mountain? If so, it must be a pillar of heaven.

Setting aside Lele for a moment, take Chen Feng: after receiving a true god's blessing, he fell into a pit and found a treasure map, then encountered the Great Eagle God. Was his streak of good luck tied to that Great Eagle God?

"At a time like this, you still have the mind to think about others?" Suddenly, the voice of the middle-aged man rang in the brothers' ears. They felt a fierce aura descending upon them, and a chilling sensation rose from the depths of their hearts.

Furthermore, while the "democratic atmosphere" Nie Zhenbang spoke of sounded like praise, everyone understood it was anything but. It was pure sarcasm.

***

This time, bringing people to plot against Chen Hao behind the backs of the two ancestors was a massive risk. Even if the plan succeeded, there was no telling what kind of severe punishment awaited them upon their return.

The man’s body collided instantly with the group of male students, sending them all tumbling off the field. Mo Bai could see that in that split second, the man's nasal bone was shattered beyond repair, blood spilling everywhere—a truly ghastly sight.

Passing through a winding corridor where two teaching buildings connected, they arrived at the school administration office on the top floor—the dean's office.

What he had thrown to Nanjing this time wasn't a bomb, but power—the power of judicial independence.

In the Spirit Research Hall, Lingxi started in her sleep, instinctively curling into a ball beneath her quilt. The light from the palace lantern filtered through the red silk curtains and fell upon her, making her entire dream turn blood-red.

He had seen this method of draining vital essence once before at the hands of Yan Ruoyi. Seeing such a tragic scene again, his first thought was of the Ji Huan Sect, known for preying on the life force of strong men.

It was precisely because of this that many of their infants were born with defects, and they would kill these flawed children with their own hands.

Others couldn't see it clearly, but Ling Xuan took in every movement of Jiang Long, his heart stirred as he revealed a faint smile.

The walls were covered in thick, dense vines—all of them guardian tree spirits of the vine variety. The protective barrier activated during wartime could ignore all attacks below the Heaven Rank.

It took about ten days for the news from Master Qi's residence to reach the main branch of the Qi family.

Yao Ji didn't care about Penglai at all. However, since Penglai was the host for her twelfth brother, and her brother hadn't asked for them to be driven away, she let them follow along.