Day Nineteen: My Brother Loves Me Too Much

After slaying their target, Ziyun and Zhuge Leng fell into a brief silence. "You... you go first," they spoke in unison, then both deferred to the other.

The owner of the Audi, dazed by a slap from Ye Fei, finally regained his senses and charged toward Ye Fei, fists swinging.

The next moment, Su Yi raised her fists. A brilliant radiance, like a scorching sun, erupted from her gauntlets—an overwhelming, peerless light that blanketed the world.

Not long ago, a man calling himself Master Huang had approached Liu Minfu, claiming they were destined to meet and offering to take him as a disciple. After witnessing Master Huang’s true prowess, Liu Minfu had willingly pledged his allegiance.

Glancing at the Third Elder, who had just recovered his composure, the two men felt their hearts sink. Their faces turned ashen, and the veins on their wrinkled foreheads bulged.

In the end, Yuan Fengjing did not master any complex techniques. Relying solely on basic swordsmanship, rudimentary pugilism, and fundamental footwork, he had forced his way into the inner sect. Because his internal energy was so profound, even these most ordinary moves were filled with immense power.

That was not all. A dense, dark aura emanated from Pochi, coalescing into a turbid current that surged directly toward the fallen Noah.

As a formidable operative with a military background, Meijie had never obtained any formal certification in the standard professional hierarchy, but his actual combat strength was easily on par with the world’s top-tier powerhouses.

The sacred land of Huaxia is home to countless spiritual mountains and blessed sites hidden amidst rolling seas of clouds. There, the ancestral veins of Kunlun gather the most concentrated spiritual energy of the three realms, nurturing countless prodigies who wield swords to fly, chase the wind, pursue the moon, and stand proud above the world.

Perhaps it was the matter Elder Wu Dawei had spoken to him about two days ago that left his heart filled with an inexplicable unease.

If he did not handle it soon, it would be too late; after all, it would not be long before he had to return to Patachongwei Island.

Teacher Yaoji knew about this, but she turned a blind eye. Since there was nothing overly improper about it, she simply allowed them to move to a different place to live.

Within the surging waves, a fiery dragon seemed to appear, playing in the water and rising and falling amidst the violent currents.

Afterward, Xia Tianyu produced some medicinal pills. These were not the high-quality elixirs from the jade pendant’s space, but merely common goods found on the market. Thanks to Xia Tianyu’s earlier treatment, Song Shengnan’s internal injuries were already half-healed, and these ordinary medicines were sufficient for her recovery.

Walking into the private room, Li Sanshou went to the window and gently pushed it open. As luck would have it, he happened to see Sheng Liuyun walking into a room with a man.

The beauty of the Dongzhou Lake region is world-renowned, and the most exquisite part of this domain is the lake to the east: the Dongzhou Divine Lake.

A sudden thud drew everyone’s attention. They looked over to see that it was Zhang Guoguo.

Wenren Xingyue, who had originally raised her hand, slowly lowered it after hearing Murong Zi’s words.

Feng Feiyun’s expression soured. He had thought that by coming in person, he could easily secure the patent authorization from the Fangshi family. Then, the Fengling family could strike out on their own and carve out their own destiny.

Shi Tianxin felt a chill. The invigilator’s gaze seemed familiar—it was just like the look Sun Zhifang gave her, filled with undisguised lust.

On the screen, two sharp clangs of clashing blades rang out, and the gold light filling the screen vanished instantly. As their vision cleared, they looked at the battlefield to see the Golden Sage had fallen to his knees.

However, the more powerful Ye Qingcheng’s background was, the more advantageous it would be for the operations he and Jiang Hua were conducting. She would not ask too much about this; perhaps it was a credit to the strict upbringing and family values of the Lu family.

But then again, if it weren’t for the Zheng family, would he have become a disciple of Master Kurong? Would he have learned martial arts? Would he have met Sister Keke? Would he have moved into Vivi’s home?

Having retired for over a decade, Huang Bo’s alertness had dulled considerably. Moreover, since no shooting had ever occurred in this Western restaurant, he did not think twice about Er Niu’s movements.

Doom’s Song looked up, his brows knit tightly. He knew the power of this arrow, and with a roar, he channeled all his strength into his body.

This meal was well worth the expense. It could be said that what one searches for in vain for a lifetime can sometimes be found by pure coincidence; a single meal was all it took to form such an acquaintance.

It could be said that Huan and Bai were worthy of being Ye Qingcheng’s most loyal spirit beasts. Even Huan Chenyu, known throughout the cultivation world for his aloofness and arrogance, understood Ye Qingcheng too deeply; the moment Ye Qingcheng’s brow furrowed, he knew exactly what was bothering him.

Jin Yuzhen did not leave the pool table. She leaned down, her posture lithe and boneless, and with a high-difficulty maneuver, she aimed her cue and sent it forward, sinking a ball instantly.

Mu Shiyu turned slightly. Due to the height difference, she caught a clear view of the distinct collarbone visible at the loose neckline of Helian Chuan’s robe.

Palis was at a loss; since her birth, this was only the second time she had seen her brother cry.

Since it had to be said anyway, Han Chen went straight to the point, explaining why they had summoned Huang Zhicheng.

The Holy Maiden, an almost invincible existence in the martial arts world, was now rendered utterly exasperated by Li Ye.

Having married the person she had cherished for so many years, and being able to stay at home to accompany her grandmother and mother—surely they would be very happy, and her brother would certainly be happy too, right?

With the status of the General Mu estate diminished, and given Helian Jing’s unique identity, Mu Qiyin had not publicized his existence, so many remained unaware of who he was.

She had to live well and wait for the day that wretched fool Lin Zhuozhuo was cast aside. She refused to believe a man like Lu Shishen would be devoted to Lin Zhuozhuo for the rest of his life.

"How could that be?" Ye Li’s mind was entirely occupied by Qin Lang’s recent answer. The car was warm, and as her frozen brain thawed, she could not help but wonder: Qin Lang had returned, and since his home was so close to the Xie family, why had he never once gone to visit Xie Yihan?

The unusual silence outside stirred the curiosity of the officials hiding in the cabins. Among them were Mu Qiyin and Lady Jiang. Helian Jing pushed the Prince of Beijing to the edge of the ship’s railing, standing on tiptoe to see what was happening outside.

With the arrival of the Regional Commander of Miyun and Datong, combined with the forces from Shanhai Pass, Ningyuan, Zunhua, the Eastern Garrison, Xuanfu, and Jizhen, the eight commanders controlled 130,000 troops. There were at least 10,000 sets of iron armor, 50,000 to 60,000 sets of cotton and leather chainmail, and over 30,000 warhorses. Such a massive, formidable force was something the Ming court had not seen in the last twenty years.

Several people tried to wrap Fool Er in a quilt to carry him back, but to their shock, the quilt was instantly incinerated into ash by the fire.