Volume 1 Chapter 32 Division of Labor-No Início, Abandonado pela Família Adotiva, Meu Pai Biológico Vem do Clã Divino Supremo(Jiangnan já encontrou a chuva nevoenta.)

The sun leaned toward the west, casting mottled shadows through the sparse leaves in the forest of Mount Shouyang.

Within the woods, five figures were scattered in four directions, each adjusting their state of mind and breath. Du Rufeng had emerged from his madness at some point, but he remained unnervingly silent, radiating an aura of deathly stillness.

At this moment, a surge of spiritual energy rippled outward, causing the others to open their eyes and turn their gaze toward Jiang Mu, who stood not far away. Kong Xuan and Zhao Gongming exchanged bewildered, helpless glances, and it went without saying that Lu Yue and his companions were already pale with terror.

Su Yuan felt his blood boil. He thought of Yun Zhongzi, who had previously been imprisoned by the Primeval Lord of Heaven; of the three Xiao sisters, who had been captured; and of Kong Xuan, Lu Feng, and Zhao Gongming, who were trapped within the Divine Tortoise. He could smell the scent of the Evil Spirit Blood Flower on those monsters, and he knew that this so-called "genetic evolutionary modification technology" was far from simple—everything was merely a false facade.

Suddenly, time froze. Sister Feng’s silhouette vanished, and an invisible blade capable of cleaving heaven and earth sliced through the air. With a sharp "clang," Mazhi Jun’s flying sword was knocked from his hand. Struck by the recoil, he staggered backward a dozen steps before collapsing to the ground with a heavy thud.

However, with the Demon Lotus Sacred Lock in the lead and the Barbaric Sword Formation behind, Patriarch Shuxian remained deeply wary of Su Yuan even at this juncture, intentionally keeping his distance.

The Medicine Venerable shook his head slightly, shifted his gaze from Xiao Qi, and walked to the side, where he sat cross-legged on the ground.

In truth, Zen practitioners could forge weapons, but they mostly favored staves or monk's spades, and occasionally ritual blades—never swords. This was the exact opposite of the sword cultivators in the Heavenly Realm, for the sword represented slaughter and carried an immense aura of violence.

However, she had misunderstood. Li Chengjie was not intentionally distancing himself from her this time—or rather, even if he had intended to, he would not have been so deliberate about it. He had simply failed to adjust his tone after speaking with that bald-headed wretch, making him sound somewhat curt.

"If all else fails, let us join forces and force the door open!" Ding Xiadong suggested.

These eight words seemed to possess a magical power. As soon as they were spoken, a gale erupted. A beam of azure light shot from the green lamp into the spirit tablet, which suddenly radiated a crimson glow. As the light dissipated, a thick, dark mist billowed out from within the tablet.

"I never imagined they would actually..." Gu Haoran thought to himself. Seeing Ming Rui’s puzzled expression as he looked at Qi Chisu’s eyes, which were filled with worry and guilt, and observing Nancy’s gaze—which showed she did not blame Qi Chisu—along with Gu Haoran’s own knowing yet silent demeanor, he felt truly confounded.

Shi Yang shook his head with a smile. He also believed that Qi Quan was joking. Judging from previous livestreams, Pan Ling certainly had some connections, but to say she could invite guests of the caliber of Lu Fei and Fan Shuiqing to a livestream was simply beyond belief.

Every time she saw the look of utter confidence in Gong Rui’s eyes, Ling Luoqi’s fists clenched tighter than before.

An elegant voice, laced with a hint of malice, echoed through the air. Leng Ran froze. Was that not the flute-playing man, Jiu Yubai?

This time, the pig was exceptionally large, and there was a debt of gratitude to repay to the villagers. Nearly every able-bodied man in the village had gone out last night, so tonight, the pig would be used to treat the entire village to a sumptuous feast.

Sun Shilin knew that Wang Tian was right; it was impossible to avoid this occasion tonight, and leaving early was equally out of the question.

He Zhizhou did not know why he had suddenly become so sentimental. As he looked down at Jin Qiao’er with an expressionless face, she, who had been lying motionless on the ground, seemed to sense something.

"Almost done." Shen Xiaolang carefully applied skincare products in front of the mirror. When she came out, her father had indeed not started eating, waiting for her—it was the same every time.