Volume One, Chapter 53: A Father Worse Than a Beast

Old Wu firmly declared, “The father comes first, then the son! He offended the master and mistress—that’s his fate! I’m about to croak, and you still talk about sons and such.”

Wan Mengmeng was so furious she wished she could leap forward and bite him to death.

Yun Kang looked at this cold and heartless man, who was utterly unworthy of being called a father.

He waved his hand, signaling them to take the man away immediately.

With no other choice, he had to give up; it seemed his cultivation was far too weak to sustain the Golden Law.

In Li Cha’s memories, during the period when the clone kept a low profile, the most frequent visitor was none other than Poseidon Dongdong from the Bureau of Domestic Affairs within the Empire.

Both parties took their seats, and the moment Liu Wuxie stepped into the chaotic mansion, he activated his ghostly eyes along with the Eye of Divine Punishment, taking in the entire estate at a glance.

The cultivators gathered around, to avoid harming innocent bystanders, all retreated to a distance, clearing a large open space.

Though it was Aunt Zhu’s way of having her accept the gift, it had to be genuine, without a hint of pretense.

Zhang Ziyan initially wanted to refuse, but after Lin Hui’s explanation and some thought, she nodded and accepted the jade bottle. However, she took the one containing only a partial amount of the spiritual milk from Lin Hui’s other hand. Lin Hui could only smile helplessly.

“I don’t really understand your master, Brother Ji Buping, the Heavenly Emperor, so I don’t quite trust his words,” she said frankly.

He scanned the room behind him, noticing Allen Iverson tightly guarded in front of Lin Yu, and then spotting Larry Hughes, who had secured a spacious position.

“Good! Since you all have persuaded me, we shall march into Dragon City and drive out that old bastard, King Xia!” Cao Li resolved firmly, sending a signal to Helan Feng, who then withdrew the Han banner and hoisted the Zheng Han standard.

After all, he still had Daoist Brother Li Huo Zhenjun, a veritable fat sheep, nearby. He planned to seek him out soon for some divine communion and to reap some benefits.

“Heh! As long as you like it, then tell me everything you know. Consider this item a reward!” Xia Yang said casually, tossing the flat peach to the local earth god at the City God Temple.

“In truth, Mother once thought about doing just that, but if it were only because of this matter, she always felt too ashamed to face him again, as if she were begging. So gradually, she abandoned the idea,” Nun Nianci shook her head and said.

“Heh, Mr. Xia, don’t rush. Once I finish explaining everything, you will understand it all naturally!” Yuan Tianqi seemed to have found his stride, signaling Xia Yang not to interrupt him.

Zhao Mingzhe’s heart leapt with joy at first, then turned to puzzlement—how did the Red-robed Sword Spirit determine that the odds were overwhelmingly in their favor?

“I see now! The pills Ye Jinxuan took gradually turned poisonous due to the spiritual energy of the Azure Sea Red Crow, yet because of the interaction between the two pills, I was unknowingly poisoned as well.”

The sect ancestor deliberately did not conceal his cultivation level. He stood boldly at the entrance of the underground palace, walking while observing and contemplating the strength of these two.

His expression was calm, his gaze indifferent. His skin was pale as snow, and the black ring on his finger emitted a terrifying red glow, distorting and collapsing the surrounding space continuously.

Yuan Tianqi’s voice echoed slowly in the hotel suite. By now, Master Yuan had even recovered from his near-death state. His face was solemn as he listened quietly to Yuan Tianqi’s tale. It seemed that, not being the heir of the Yuan family, he was unaware of these intimate details.

“Handsome!” Gu Xinmeng’s face twisted as if she had just eaten something foul, pressing her body sideways against Wang Shuai again.

Meanwhile, on a highway, two luxury Lincolns sped along. Inside the leading car, Master Yuan frowned, fiddling with the cards in his hand.

Nie Wanluo was speechless, sitting silently. Her once captivating eyes gradually lost their luster and grew dim.