Day Forty-Three of My Brother Loving Me Too Much

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But now I truly had no strength left. I leaned against a massive rock to rest. Yu Xi rubbed her forehead and woke up; seeing my weary expression, she untied my water pouch and handed it to me. She then brushed the dust off Niao Xi’s hair and helped me to a nearby stone cave.
“This is Brother Zachary, a master sent by the Church to escort Bishop Charles,” the monk said, winking at Charles as he spoke.
Pan Jinlian touched her face and found some flour there—apparently left by Wu Song when he wiped soy sauce on her earlier. The thought that he had touched her delicate face made her blush deeply.
This question constantly weighed on Kidd and Jon’s minds like a heavy mountain, suffocating them to the brink of madness. It felt as if a pair of eyes were watching them every moment. Whatever they did, the Illuminati would always be one step ahead, setting traps and slowly encroaching.
A boy at the desk in front glanced at me, seemingly curious. I couldn’t recall his name and paid him no mind. But throughout the class, he kept turning around to look at me, which irritated me.
The teleportation ability required less than a second to prepare. Before the church member could truly depart, the worm with a burnt neck struggled briefly before suddenly exploding with a loud bang.
This meant that none of the guests here—including the Chang family’s master and servants—could have been the culprit who attacked the elder Mr. Chang.
Master Zhu Zhe and the others’ strength was beyond these people’s judgment, but they knew they all represented the Dragon Group and the Cultivators’ Alliance, having come to this place.
Adel, soaring in the sky, dived down, grabbing Carl’s arms, and the two flew quickly toward the village.
What true grandeur meant was something even Ye Qiao found deeply moving at that moment. Zhang Hao was preparing to share thousands of legacies with the people of Hailan Star.
The younger man was Xu Shilin, the imperial commissioner sent to Fuzhou, while the older middle-aged scholar, with three strands of beard exuding dignity, was Zeng Di, the current pacification commissioner of Fujian.
Liu Shaoyang stepped forward two paces and lightly knocked on the courtyard gate. The iron gate responded with two short taps followed by three short and one long, then three long and one short sounds.
Master Tianxiao was on the verge of losing control; in front of this boy, he could no longer bear it. If this continued, he was certain he would be driven to death by anger.

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Only a few sects and families with powerful formations survived, but even among these, few remained.
At that moment, Mo Ning’s face showed a flash of caution. This strange desert was more terrifying than he had imagined. With his current cultivation only reaching the late Expansion Dan stage, it was difficult to contend with the fierce beasts here.
All the ancient sects across the Jiuxiao World began mobilizing, even willing to pay any price to enter that region. If Nanxiao Tian did not follow closely, it would be looked down upon throughout the entire Jiuxiao World.
Though not very strong, the force caused Mo Lao San’s mouth to bleed, loosening at least seven or eight of his teeth.
The warhorse let out a desperate whinny and collapsed heavily. In the chaos, Li Dayin fell sprawling on the ground, his battle blade flying from his hand.
Suddenly, the surrounding space trembled violently. An invisible sword aura, like a giant sword, instantly appeared before the ghost tribe. Then something unbelievable happened to Chu Linfeng.
“If senior brother wants to kill, then kill. We only care about the future of Mount Hua Sword Sect. Even if we die, we die with honor…” Unexpectedly, the demon-subduing sword, Liuye, did not retreat but met the attack head-on.
Sometimes battles require intelligence, especially in fights like this. But information is equally important. Er Gouzi and Junzi had not yet joined forces when they were spotted by the Qi Gu family, and the battle shifted instantly.
“Where have you been these thousands of years? Why only return now!” Liu Shihua said with resentment.
The otherworldly army was mostly epic and transcendent. Facing the deadly charge of the Celestial Dao warriors, they had no chance of resistance and were killed on sight.
Thus, forty-five men dressed in tight black leather entered the deep passage in single file, moving swiftly and in unison like eerie phantoms.
Today was a good day—New Year’s Eve—a time to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, when all things begin anew. As the first morning light touched the Three Tree Stumps, the entire area bustled with activity. By the twenty-eighth day, every household had prepared their New Year’s Eve goods.
When the real universe reaches its end, the immortals will have nowhere to flee, inevitably gathering together to face their final, inescapable death.

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“Senior brother…” Liu Lanzhi looked at Wu Haotian’s pale face and spoke softly. She hadn’t called him senior brother in a long time—this title was from before their marriage—but for some reason, she used it now.
Qi Yunshu’s temper had improved; unlike before when she often acted foolishly, she no longer regarded her as important.
After Bai Ruli left, Wei Chen and the others did not linger. They glanced meaningfully at Qin Yi and then left Lishan.
The two pushed and pulled each other, causing Zhang Xin to roll her eyes repeatedly—what were they trying to do, put on a play?
At that time, to dispel the anxiety caused by Liang Yiming’s obstruction, she took Magpie on a stroll through the bustling market, returning to Hui Min Street’s second alley with over half a cart of loot.
Inside the cave, the sounds of bodies colliding, bones breaking, and relentless screams echoed continuously.
Wei Qi was reporting today’s observations to Yan Moze. Even Yan Moze found it hard to believe his own eyes because he had truly seen Bai Qian Ning conjure chickens and ducks out of thin air until the entire courtyard was filled.
Lianqiao finally relaxed, exchanging a look and a smile with Chen Xiang. No matter what, the master’s task was at least half accomplished.
“Yun Niang is truly splendid, with maids attending to her every need—food, drink, lodging, and travel! Life lived like this is simply incomparable!” Madam Yu said as she looked at Qi Yunshu’s well-maintained hands.
“Hey, Su Yuebai, when did your father ever need your consent to speak? Besides, isn’t this for Su Jiu’s benefit? Don’t make trouble!” Prime Minister Su scolded with a frown, puffing his beard.
Su Yu Chu pushed away Feng Yu’s chest as he leaned in, taking advantage of the gap to nimbly roll and slip off the bed. “Third young master, you’re already rambling early in the morning,” she said before slipping into the bathroom and locking the door behind her.