Volume One, Chapter 32: Get Off of Me!

Aunt Xia, having been repeatedly scolded by the old master, grew angry herself. She felt deeply wronged, believing that even her own kin had begun to ostracize her, abandoning her altogether. Yet, lacking talent, she could only resort to unconventional methods to improve her cultivation. Now, he had reached his limit; if he didn’t soon find a way to become a saint, he would truly dissolve into nothingness between heaven and earth.

Your eldest cousin is eight years old, son of the Fiery King. He is well-educated and knows a few martial arts moves, though his temperament is fiercely competitive and never lets his younger brother have his way.

Although Long Zaiye was older than Long Xiaoyan, he dared not act rashly before his little sister, for their parents spoiled her so much that even he, the future crown prince, often felt inferior.

Mu Dou Dou was stunned for a moment before realizing that Cang Geng was her own name. She looked around and only then saw Tang Yue waiting by the door. Assuming Tang Yue had urgent business, she wiped her hands, instructed another maid to watch the fire, and went outside to greet her.

Her parents, afraid of being suspected, would occasionally post updates or reply to a few messages, gradually decreasing their activity so everyone would get used to her disappearance.

“I’ve put all the groceries in the fridge. If you’re hungry, you can cook for yourself,” Ning Mingyue calmly slurped her noodles.

Zhou Xiao’s spiritual power was still far from “strong,” and being able to manipulate the form of mountain iron sand entirely depended on the iron sand’s trust and cooperation.

Ning Mingyue lowered her gaze, her expression unwavering, not reacting in the slightest to Ye Rou’s provocation.

For a moment, as the surrounding people spoke, even Sun Ye himself understood clearly that, for Li Qiong, this was entirely unexpected.

He stopped at the doorway, stunned to see it blocked by a crowd. Only then did he remember his car was still parked in the middle of the main avenue at the gate.

“Tell me, who else but a madman could do such things?” Yudianko’s brows were tightly knit, his expression grave, without a hint of jest.

“They? What giants? They’re just a bunch of old men! All dead!” Yang Ting replied indifferently.

Zhu Ming said, “Actually, you could have paid a guard to buy it for you.” Seeing Hua Du’s dumbfounded expression—as if wondering why she hadn’t thought of that—Zhu Ming’s face flashed with a sinister look. He muttered that the servants in this house were becoming increasingly unruly.

Yet no one retreated. Though not as battle-hardened as the Black Clothes Guards, these were fearless recruits with nowhere left to fall back.

If he released the iron-armored corpse and it didn’t attack Chu Wangshu but instead chased after him, it would be a serious problem. Now, he had little magic power left to use the Soul Capturing Bell to restrain it again.

To the north, just a bit farther ahead, one could leave the forest, but there stood a bare stone mountain, clearly the gateway to the secret realm. Xu Fangyun and the others were likely still at the foot of that mountain.

Zhou Yang collected his thoughts, maintaining utmost vigilance and missing no detail of his surroundings, ensuring no one was tracking or spying on him.

Next, Li Shaoqing introduced the emperor’s generous arrangements for the residence: purchases, head servants, coachmen, and so forth—every aspect of daily life included. Zhu Ming couldn’t help but marvel at whoever had devised such a meticulous plan; if he ever learned who came up with this rotten idea, he would have to “properly” thank them.

Lei Zihao nodded after listening, his figure slowly dissipating as the boiling space returned to its former tranquility.

Xuan Ming could no longer recall how she forced her mother, only that during that time, Shangguan Hong was not home. Everything was decided by Shangguan Hong’s wife. By custom, Xuan Ming should address her as “Elder Mother,” but she never once called her that.

He smiled with satisfaction, feeling reassured about the Saiyans’ development, though he knew their pressure had to be released somehow.

Ye Feng parked his car and glanced at the nearby restroom, images flashing in his mind—Dongfang Ziqing, and Feiyan, the woman who had amazed him but ultimately deceived him.

The leader was Lei Zihao, the host of this event. Beside him stood Wang Jie, Long Ao, and representatives of various major factions.

“Don’t worry about me, hurry up!” Li Jing shoved Zhao Guodong aside, dug out the medicine box from the rubble, and rushed over, while bombs continued to rain down from the sky.

Su Ruohan and Shen Yaxi wielded white fighting energy and black spiritual power, combining into a giant wave that surged toward the charging magical beasts.

Just moments ago, Shaoyang’s informant sent back news: the coastal family had begun using their elder to take action against Wang Xiu.

“What’s wrong with him?” Bai Xiaojü noticed something odd and asked the busy Jin Meiren in the shop.

How could they do this! Fang Rong cried miserably, his face full of grievance as if saying, “What did others do to him?”

Wei Zhuang asked, “What do you think I’m thinking?” He suddenly turned the question back, indicating that Bai Wuren should have figured it out.

The gigantic foot was so massive it enveloped the three of them. Ren Wenqiu gathered his true energy, but the violent wind forced him back again and again. He wanted to fight with all his might, but his body would not obey. Fear surged in his heart, and terror filled his eyes.

Old Li stared at the hundred yuan on the ground, greed flickering in his gaze, unsure whether to take it.

In the next moment, under the stunned gaze of all the pilots, a black spherical object slowly formed in midair, seeming to contain a terrifying power of devouring, as if it could absorb all matter between heaven and earth—even light itself.