Chapter 137: The Mysterious Man Appears

With that, Zheng Fei yawned and was the first to close his door.

Mi Chen looked at Shi Yi, who was standing to the side.

"My room is on the fifth floor. I’ll go up and grab my things first."

As he spoke, he walked toward the elevator nearby, gesturing that he was heading upstairs. Once Shi Yi stepped inside, he felt as though he had entered a magnificent castle.

This was no dormitory; it was a palace fit for kings and queens. It had looked grand from the outside, but upon entering, the opulence was overwhelming.

"Mr. Fang, you’re joking. I’ve been in the United States lately, busy with the fund, and haven't even been to Pakistan. How could you have seen me there?" William understood the implication instantly. His expression stiffened for a fleeting moment, but he immediately forced a smile.

Wherever that fist passed, the demons were pulverized, their flesh and blood spraying through the air. After shattering ten god-level demons, the punch was finally blocked by a peak god-level demon clad in demonic armor. Even so, the peak god-level demon, despite being equipped with a magic artifact, was sent flying backward, spitting blood.

Yu Yuqian rose and walked to Chen Yiyan’s side. "Didn't I tell you to call me?" Her tone carried a hint of reproach.

"Correct. I am Chang Jiang, yet I am not. Every generation of Law Enforcement Elders must leave a wisp of their consciousness at this eighth barrier to serve as its guardian. It was also I who gave you the hint at the sixth barrier," Chang Jiang said.

Chen Yiyan ran a hand over the entryway but found no dust, suggesting that someone had been hired to clean it regularly. In the nanny’s bedroom, aside from some furniture, there were no personal belongings to be found; it seemed the room had not been occupied for a long time.

His primordial spirit sat high within the Niwan Palace, overlooking the sea of his mind. Bolts of lightning darted through it, weaving into a vast ocean of thunder. Eventually, this projected into the external world, forming a true sea of thunder where beams of light intertwined like giant waves—illusory and real, indistinguishable from one another.

The secondary parasite’s claws tore through Wang Shuang’s clothes and shallowly broke his skin. A cold, chilling aura began to flow from the wound through his entire body.

If the entire Xuanling Continent were compared to a single grain of sand, then from the perspective of Ye Yun, merged with the fragment of the Hao Sword, it felt as though he had transcended that grain of sand. Looking out, he saw an endless sea of sand beneath him, a vast expanse he could overlook in its entirety.

Fourth Master Yan had mortgaged the real estate assets under the Yan family’s name to the municipal government just to secure her release on bail.

When Xia Yu arrived the next day, he met Zhao Ji, Jiang Qianli, and Shui Changliu. Xia Yu treated the three of them with immense respect, and they watched him with joyful expressions, much like elders looking at their own kin.

It was not strange for a lawyer to know police hand signals, but Mo Shaochen seemed to have an intimate understanding of every gesture Ye Chenyu used.

Because of what had just occurred in the corridor, Lin Jian felt somewhat uncertain about his own strength.

"Very well, I understand. You may go back now." After regaining his composure, Ling skirted around the sea of medicinal herbs and pushed open the door to the house.

"Then we’ll just have to do it a few more times." Lu Feifei shrugged, his gaze turning razor-sharp as he raised his sword and struck at the wall.

While crossing the bridge, the wailing of an infant suddenly drifted into his ears. Lu Feifei frowned, gradually slowing his pace.

Li Xinyue’s expression of mild curiosity, combined with the gentle smile playing on her lips, kept everyone present unable to look away.

"That’s right, I am Wind. I knew Ling’er long before you, Rain, Thunder, or Lightning. Before you even appeared, Ling’er and I had already made a promise of marriage." Of course, the stone-hearted fellow kept to himself that the agreement was for Ling to take the bride, and for him to be the one who married into the family.

"What? Pushing a woman in her fifties on a swing!" Cheng Yiben was astonished. "Is that Grandma?" He found it hard to believe. Even though his mom and dad were considered a decent couple in public, the idea of his father pushing Bai Wanmei on a swing with such affection was something he would never believe, even if his life depended on it.