Volume 1, Chapter 62: Unrepentant Malice and Renewed Schemes

Instead, she comforted the two of them, "Don't you worry. She is human too, and she's not going to eat me. Besides, since you had Doctor Lin take my pulse earlier and prescribed a few doses of medicine, I've taken them and feel much better."

"Doctor Lin is helping you recover, but he also said that your constitution was damaged at the root, Mother, and it will take a few years of careful nurturing to get back to how you were."

A warm feeling welled up in Qiao Xianglan's heart; her daughter was truly her considerate little confidante.

She also knew what her daughter was worried about—ultimately, it was the fear that she would be bullied and wronged.

"I remember everything you said. Mother won't be like before, letting them bully me casually."

Song Ci was non-committal about this, but deep down she still harbored a lingering worry, with a vague premonition that something else might happen...

Across from them, Hu Lijing felt a strange sensation rise in her heart upon hearing their conversation.

As Jiang Wei dodged downwards, that pillar of black light crashed directly onto the ground, stirring up a massive ripple of spiritual energy.

"Qianmo has long been controlled by Tang Baihua. If she is made the new sect master, it will undoubtedly still be control under Tang Baihua!" Elder Li shook his head, rejecting the idea.

Behind her, Lan Yize's gaze paused for a fraction of a second, and then he suddenly rushed forward, wrapping his arms around her from behind with reckless abandon.

Hearing others address Su Lingge as "Young Madam" one after another, Helian Chun felt a childlike sense of physical and mental delight, though he knew not why.

Lan Yize sat behind the office desk, resting his chin on his hands, a faint smile lingering perpetually on his handsome face.

Lu Miaoxizuo took the Evil Emperor Relic, examined it carefully in his hand, and asked, "Chatting with Brother Xiang? How so? Just relying on this quintessential relic stone?" Meanwhile, his right hand passed the "Path-Seeking Sword" to Taixuan.

A crisp sound rang out, and the long sword split into two, a cold-glinting precious sword plunging straight into the ground.

"Tiange, we are all looking forward to your victorious return." Bai Xin and the others chimed in one after another. Knowing that today was the grand finale, they had rushed over from San Francisco to support their man.

She had never been so terrified in her entire life, but looking at years of hard work go up in smoke, she was ultimately unwilling to accept it.

That speech, which sounded both like a lecture and a coquettish plea, brought a wide smile to SuemAL's face. She led Fang'er into the room where the Grand Empress Dowager was resting.

Precisely because of this, the coordination among the several top fighters was completely disrupted, allowing Gu Yang to attack with even greater ease and satisfaction. He no longer needed to maintain the tight defense he had earlier, shifting entirely to the offensive.

Without figuring out the specific situation, Lei Dao did not dare to act rashly either. After all, if he wanted to disrupt Gu Yang's plan, he might need to join forces with the Battle Soul Guild.

Currently, Ma Ningyuan's attributes were: Strength 109, Agility 132, Intelligence 128, Stamina 150, Spirit 125, and Internal Energy 800.

"Yet, for such a long period of time, did you ever care whether he lived or died?" She lifted her eyes, a flash of coldness sweeping through the depths of them, her tone subtly imbued with questioning.

Leaving the Dragon City Martial Arts Hall, Gu Yang drove straight toward the nearest Seven Stars Hotel. Having stayed there for a period of time when he first returned to Haiyang City, he was naturally very familiar with it.

Yet as their eyes met, his expression did not appear to change much because of it. Only his gaze was very cold, with scarcely perceptible ripples gently stirring within.

Perhaps because there were many people here and everyone felt emboldened, once the martial artists swarmed forward, all sorts of attacks rained down upon the fierce beast.

In Dai Dai's eyes, everything was clearly moving in slow motion, yet at that very instant, her feet remained firmly rooted to the spot, unable to move a single step.

Luo Wanyin rubbed her temples. Indeed, this situation was something she had not anticipated. She had originally thought that the little brat would have a certain understanding of her strength and knew she possessed supernatural abilities, so he shouldn't have been so worried.

Everything had its priorities. With Lin Zihang's whereabouts currently unknown, that was already troublesome enough; she certainly couldn't afford to lose Qin Yahuan from her side as well.

A cold glint of hatred flashed in Mu Feng's eyes. The Black Organization had driven him to ruin and destroyed his family; he could no longer wait to settle this grudge.

In the end, Mother Lan practically 'forced' Lan Haijun to unearth Tang Xiaolian's "family heirloom" from her jewelry box and put it away again before letting the matter rest.

"It really was devoured. Such an overbearing power." Zhu Rong and the other two looked at each other, thoroughly shocked.

"Let's watch for a bit." A younger man glanced at颜春 (Yan Chun). This Immortal Baohuo usually put on grand airs and utterly disregarded them, but now he too had times when he needed to ask for favors.

He had once heard Gao Meiju mention some of Qiu Haihua's abnormal behaviors. Yet Yan Chun simply could not connect Qiu Haihua's abnormalities with aliens.

"Alright." I nodded, stood up, and took the lead in passing through the spatial rift, followed closely by Grandpa.

The bright light was initially very faint, but gradually grew stronger and stronger. The spiritual consciousness storm shook violently, seemingly resisting this light, yet it was never able to extinguish it, causing it instead to grow increasingly magnificent.

More than ten seconds had already passed, and the green light on the roots had not yet dissipated, showing that this dew-drop grass was much stronger than the previous three.

Yet all along the way, that sense of guilt was slowly eroded by the hatred she had harbored for over a dozen years. No matter what happened, no matter who it was, nothing could stop or soften her vengeful heart.

Such a structure could still be seen even in current combat. After all, self-resource management was a very ancient concept, much like being an individual business owner. When elevated to certain skill domains, however, it meant developing a specific capability and specialty independently, and using technical experience and expertise to reach the pinnacle within a certain circle.

From its perspective, a pampered young master like Qianyun would have been so frightened by now as to obediently hand over all his possessions on his own.

The next moment, however, the young man suddenly jerked awake. Looking at everything around him, he rubbed his eyes in sheer disbelief. Looking at everything around him, he widened his eyes in absolute astonishment. Seeing that he was wearing a undershirt and underwear and sitting on the bed, he immediately raised his hand and pinched himself hard.

Among the tripartite Tianjie Expeditionary Army, the number of Dark Demons ranked second, second only to the Ninja Legion, while the Puppet Army ranked third. In my eyes, they were just cannon fodder and not true elite troops; the true elites were the Tianjie themselves, who were fewest in number.

Lin Zhixiao's willingness to spend his own money to buy land and build a nursing home charging cost-price fees for five years had already far exceeded the psychological expectations of all members of the village committee.