Volume One, Chapter 43: Fortunately, It Was Not As I Imagined

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Because of the conflict between mother and daughter, although Wei Ying'er called out “Mom,” it was only because she was startled.

After all, she had never imagined that her mother would appear in the hospital.

The next second, Wei Ying'er slowly lowered her head again.

Though her heart was filled with resentment over Lou Nanzhi's divorce, with Lou Nanzhi standing right before her, Wei Ying'er still yearned for her mother's love.

At this critical moment, how desperately Wei Ying'er wished someone would lend her a hand.

After all, there was nothing she could do for her grandmother lying in the hospital bed. She did not want to clean up feces or wipe away urine. She had never done such filthy work before, and she could not stand her grandmother's abuse.

But Wei Guoxiong had assigned the task...

Countless flames shot into the sky, forming an enormous shock wave. An invisible force swept outward like a storm.

“Beasts are still beasts. What good is brute strength alone? Today, we'll have roasted wolf meat again.” Ouyang Yan laughed loudly. As he spoke, the great spine behind him curved like a massive bow, arching his entire back.

Zhao Hua had obtained twenty-one sect badges, while Tang Yuanying had twenty-seven. With a little luck, Tang Yuanying should be able to break into the top thousand, but Zhao Hua's chances were uncertain.

Once the peace agreement was reached, all the Western Xia troops would withdraw within the newly redrawn Song–Western Xia border. Of course, if the negotiations failed, none of that would come to pass.

The figure emerging from the flames was not the person he had hoped to see, but a series of Buddhist statues. Even after walking out of the sea of fire, the statues remained ablaze, as though carrying a fury of their own.

“Meng Chao, this has nothing to do with you. You'd best stay out of it.” The Seventh Princess had clearly lost her patience with everyone. After saying this, she turned to leave.

The Primordial Immortal Realm was a vast, boundless continent. It was a realm inhabited by immortals above the level of ordinary immortals but below that of the Great Golden Immortals. After the Immortal Realm was born, its laws were reformulated to better govern the realms above it.

Before Xue Ming could even think about what was happening, a deep tremor suddenly rose from the depths of the earth. The ground then seemed to sway beneath him. Just as Xue Ming stood dazed and unable to react, a powerful arm suddenly seized his and steadied him.

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In truth, he was not particularly willing to take on this task. Apart from the physical demands, another reason also troubled him.

Meng Jinlian had sent people to search Ouyang Yan's house, where they found a sheet of paper. The large words written upon it made her so furious that she could hardly contain herself.

For Chen Yuxin, it had been far more than three years since they last met. She missed Grandpa Jun, Father and Mother Jun, and... him.

Xun Mi's mind exploded with a bang. There was nothing inside it, only an endless expanse of white.

When Lin Ya saw Shi Zhenggang's actions, her face instantly went pale with fright. She suddenly sprang forward and threw herself in front of Luo Jingning.

But when the words reached his lips, he remembered that some things could never be spoken aloud, and in the end he had no choice but to swallow them back.

“My lord, we already have people watching him. With a single order from you, we can bring him here—even if we have to tie him up.” Wang Guozhang replied respectfully.

Hearing this, Peter let out a long breath of relief. He had little time left, and without a definite answer, he feared he would carry the regret to his grave.

After dinner, Chen Yuxin, Jun Beiche, Feng Shaoheng, Yun Jingyan, Su Ruoqing, and the others entered a room. Chu Ziqi and the rest did not come—not because they distrusted them, but because they felt it was better for as few people as possible to know. After all, this concerned the survival of the entire human race.

Although Chen Xinyue believed that Li An'an would not harm her after all these years together, she still had to examine everything carefully, just in case someone else was involved. There was certainly no harm in being cautious.

“Confidence is a good thing, but complacency is unacceptable. Go and check it once more.” Wang Yibo glanced at the smug Jiugong and spoke.

She turned around and walked without hesitation down another road. She was not a person of this era, and she could not understand its obsession with power.

What he meant was that if he intervened, he would inevitably resort to extreme measures to force Ye Qingdi to join them.

No one knew how long this state had lasted. Zhu Lingling suddenly pulled herself up from the floor and staggered to the entryway, where she rummaged through her bag and pulled out her phone.

On the long street, many cultivators of weak cultivation only then came to a sudden realization. It seemed that this was a puppet controlled by the Right-Eye Technique.

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Even if Zheng Song joined forces with Wu Zun, they would still be no match for Zhou Qian. There was no arrogance in Zhou Qian's words; in truth, if he had not valued their past ties, neither the neutral faction nor the Wu faction would have survived.

Ever since Ouyang Feng rose to prominence, Yin Tianchou's brilliance had continually been suppressed by his. Yin Tianchou had endured this humiliation for years. He had planned the entire incident himself and believed that, once it was over, he would unquestionably become the foremost figure in the Demon Cult. Riding the momentum, he might even unite the entire cult under his rule.

After Ji Yuyao left, Jiang Duanchen led Su Ling to a pavilion beside the lake and looked at her with a grave expression.

It had been nearly five days since the Qilin escaped. Given its condition, five days would certainly have been enough for it to cause tremendous destruction outside.

Divine light descended upon the earth and blasted out a massive crater. Amid the flying sand and tumbling stones, no one knew how much more energy had been consumed from the Daoist mountain-protecting formation.

The applause beneath the stage remained thunderous. Zhao Miao was indeed a highly experienced host—not only could she stir the audience's emotions, but her ability to control the atmosphere was exceptional as well.

“Oh, that injured man was placed in the infirmary. Come on, I'll take you there.” Yang Tiansheng led the way. After only a few steps, he seemed to have strained his lower back and gently supported it with one hand.

Even that did not relieve Huo Tianqi's anger. He had seen clearly how I killed that butterfly-man just now. With a casual grab, he seized the dangling head of the creature and slammed it against the Dragon Palace's gate.

Qingfeng hurried up the mountain. Xiao and the others had just returned when they learned that Lin Haihai had been abducted. At first, they refused to believe it. They had witnessed their master's martial prowess and knew that no one should have been able to abduct her. But after hearing Qingfeng's account, they flew into a rage. Xiao ordered everyone to descend the mountain and demand justice from the prince.

Liuxiang's shoulders slumped in dejection as she looked at the already battered map on the table. “What do we do next?” After going to such lengths, they still had not found the Soul-Calming Pearl. Their efforts had been almost entirely in vain.

At last, under Liu Tao's delaying tactics, the duration of Tyrant Sword Qiu Yang's demonic soul descending into the world came to an end. The skill's effects vanished at once, and he simultaneously entered a weakened state.

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