Volume One, Chapter 28: Leaving an Heir for the Xiao Family

Huangfu Zhuangyan was undoubtedly very aware of the organization’s power. Precisely because of this, she was eager to invite Yang Fan to join. Meanwhile, Brother Long continued to struggle, his body twisting and squirming desperately to the side. No one noticed when a black jade token slipped from his pocket, shattering with a crisp crack as it hit the ground.

Each time she thought she would faint, a sinister energy seemed to surge within her, stimulating her mind and instantly snapping her back to consciousness.

A strange voice suddenly echoed in Nightwind’s ears, causing him to frown and peer intently in that direction. It was actually coming from within the shimmering barrier. At this moment, the barrier was slowly fading away, and a figure began to emerge from inside. He was unscathed, with all limbs intact, still standing steadfastly where he had been, but as the light receded, everyone around was utterly dumbfounded.

Usually, it was one thing, but for someone to use a mobile phone during wartime was infuriating to Commander Zhang—made worse by the fact that no one dared admit to it after the fact.

Luo Yufang, however, bowed respectfully to the man. Qiao Duowen and the rest instantly realized that the middle-aged man dressed like a farmer before them was none other than Luo Muqiu, the new City Lord of Mushan City.

In just a few short months, the world had plunged into utter chaos, as if the apocalypse had arrived. Speculators abounded everywhere, taking advantage of the disorder, while swindlers thrived in the turmoil. The chaos swept through every nation.

The cheers from the audience thundered like a storm. Some were rooting for Leng You, others for Qiu Chen. Yet neither seemed to care, instead locking eyes with each other, focused solely on their opponent.

“This all sounds very abstract. I think I can describe it in a more precise way,” the White Sovereign tried to find more accurate words to define it.

Qin Yue forced down her surprise, calmly walked to the table, and casually chose a seat. Noticing an empty teacup on the table, she poured herself a cup and sipped it slowly.

One punch, two ribs broken. Gao Ling didn’t stop there—he landed three more punches. With each strike, he spat out a sentence.

The tunnel beneath the well surprised him. It branched into four or five passages, and thanks to his senses, he could tell that formidable figures were hidden within each one.

“All right, then Wu Song asked his sister-in-law, ‘Your family’s second son, Wang Shouquan Simida, where exactly is he hiding now…?’” Pipiru really took on the role of Wu Song, and as he spoke, he began cutting his kneeling sister-in-law’s hair with a pair of medical scissors.

Of course, Ye Kai stood for justice, not evil. So no matter how those heartless barbarian soldiers resisted, it was futile.

Feng Yingliu leaned against Wind Eleventh Lady’s grave, silent for a long time, finally letting the kitchen knife slip from her hand.

Zhu Jingshen chuckled knowingly. He was well aware that these words were of limited use, but the most effective form of sowing discord was precisely when the target knew it was a trap yet couldn’t help but grow suspicious. So-called trust could never be shaken by outsiders.

“Really? Someone as charming as me could have a creepy look on his face?” Chu Yue gaped in surprise at Misfortune Lingmeng.

Poliushka was the ‘Sky Dragon’ from another world, Edolas. When it came to healing magic, no one in this world surpassed her. With her tending to Makarov’s wounds, there was little worry left.

“Hmm…” Meiqin opened her eyes to a blurry white haze. After blinking a few times, her vision cleared. Of course, she realized what had been identified in the southern city was nothing but a flashbang.

All these pop-up ads were pushed out by internet service providers through their servers. The advertising market was truly a chaotic mess these days.

“Go investigate Long Fei and the others—you’re bound to find plenty of misdeeds over the years. Bring me the evidence. With that, I’ll have much more leverage,” Ma Xiaoyao said sternly.

Naturally, if Qiao Beiming remained absent, Fang Xiaowu would simply carry out the plan and wouldn’t wait in the tavern forever.

“Heh… It just came to me, a sudden inspiration. I just don’t know if it’s actually feasible…” Zhou Xiaofei said, a little embarrassed.

The Lord of the Profound Heavens had his sword knocked flying from his grasp, blood spurting from his mouth as he was sent hurtling backwards in disarray. Yet Lu Xuan’s speed didn’t falter; he was already standing before the Lord of Returning Pestle.

A hundred Divine Guards had originally intended to overwhelm the Central Region Alliance’s army in one unstoppable assault, but now they found themselves the first target of that sweeping streak of light.

“What’s going on here?! Where are Rigen Kinai and Namiai Bizen-no-kami?!” Nagano Yekuni strode to an open patch in the main compound, seized a samurai who was putting out fires, and shouted the question.

Each time she remembered Xiang Yuandong being rendered unconscious and kissing her passionately, Xu Xiaohong felt as if her blood was set ablaze, boiling fiercely. So, as soon as Lin Xueyi left, she hurried out of the room as well.

Holding the smooth, verdant pill in his hand, Shen Fei sensed the faint wind element within it and burst out laughing.

Gao Jianxiong cursed viciously a few times, then climbed into his car and made a phone call.

The Slanting Sun Sword Sect was considered a demonic sect, though it hadn’t done anything truly heinous. In truth, the line between winner and loser was simply too stark, and their lack of respect for their elders was glaring—hence, they were labeled as demonic.

So now Sima Qiang made a decision: to test things out. He ordered his team to quickly gather stones. The members didn’t understand why he wanted this, but they had no choice but to obey, following Sima Qiang’s orders and hauling in the rocks.