Volume One, Chapter 38: I Am Your Father After All

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Initially, this whole affair had left me quite annoyed, but hearing Uncle Wang’s explanation, I finally understood the predicament he had been in at the time. It turned out there was more than one party aiming to strike at Princess Ling; within his senses, there were several groups lurking in the shadows.

"Is there anything else? What exactly is this church planning to do with so many children?" I asked softly, my eyes fixed on Lin Xuebin before me, a trace of bewilderment showing in my gaze.

Just then, a massive wave surged in the river, and a wild dragon burst forth from the depths, swallowing the Smiling Yama whole.

Tan Yun entered the room, which was filled with antique furniture that carried a certain atmosphere. She walked to a bronze mirror and performed a secret technique; thick black smoke billowed from the mirror, revealing a man in white.

The people in the city seemed to have been startled awake by the glare of the fire, one after another throwing open their windows to observe the scene.

He still remembered clearly how Russell had once flicked him away with a casual pinch of his palm.

The crowd below fell into a sudden silence. They looked up at the sky, feeling a tangible aura of slaughter, as if ten thousand arrows were piercing their hearts.

For Wan Qingsong, however, this was a culinary experience unlike any he had ever known, and the flavor of the hotpot was particularly to his liking.

Her mother, who had been living well by her side, had been killed by Jiang Huiwen due to a twist of fate. How could she have been left with absolutely nothing in the span of just one day?

It was exactly as she had anticipated. Seeing that the commanders were absent from the formation, the barbarians realized it was an opportunity and immediately dispatched a large army to march in this direction.

She watched as the great fireball that had illuminated the Earth for hundreds of millions of years was flattened into a single plane in that instant.

Those four words left Liang Hao dazed. By the time he recovered, Meng Jiaqi and Wu Yuanba had already vanished into the horizon.

He wanted to fight back, but he had no chance; having suffered once before, Jian Quan would not give him another opportunity to resist.

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She reached out to help Mei Liuyue up, only to hear the sound of Hua Wuling collapsing behind her. She couldn't help but rub her forehead; had she known, she wouldn't have come out with them today. Without servants or guards, how were they supposed to return?

The soldiers of the Heavenly Wolf Empire, already exhausted within the city of Feiyan, saw the Heavenly Fox and Tiger Roar Empires cease their assault. With no strength left, they gripped their weapons tightly, gasping for breath as they watched the enemy across the field, who seemed ready to strike at any moment.

Sword rose, sword fell. Throughout this time, Xing Bing felt no discomfort, for his inner energy had transformed the biting cold into sword qi, neutralizing the chill with every motion of his blade.

However, the final choice for the Southern Tiger Army still rested in the hands of the mysterious general in golden armor. How things would unfold depended entirely on his decision.

For some reason, the painful past began to fade, and what came to mind were only the happy days spent with her.

Upon hearing Hu Fei’s words, squads of the Southern Suppression Legion either joined forces to lift massive boulders or drew their weapons, forming a defensive perimeter. They watched the Heavenly Wolf Legion five miles away with vigilance, bows drawn and arrows nocked, ready for battle.

Afterward, Han Zhongxu departed. Gao Yuan returned to his dormitory to rest for a while before continuing his patrol.

Yet her memory insisted that this was a real world. If so, what of the people and events in her previous memories?

The martial path Chen Kang followed was one of precision and exactitude. Every technique was designed for the mastery of the self.

Both Su An’an and Su Yi-shan had rather formidable backgrounds. If Su Nuannuan were willing to pass on the family cultivation techniques, there would likely be nothing left for him, Xia Shanhe, to do.

Lu Wanning was resolute, leaving Qingzhi and Qindai with no choice but to follow her wishes. Qindai put away the brightly colored dresses they had previously selected, hanging up only the set Lu Wanning had requested, which still needed to be ironed.

Moreover, if they summoned a royal physician now, everyone in the inner palace, including the Emperor, would learn that the Empress had intentionally made life difficult for her mistress.

Hearing Shangguan Zhou say that Xiao Rang rarely came to the lower-grade students' area to cause trouble, Lin Jiang breathed a sigh of relief.

Although tears welled in Liang Xinhua’s aged eyes, he held them back. As the pillar of the family, he made his decision; he had originally intended to go to the Daoist temple to fulfill his vow that night, but on the advice of the craftsman who had just been hired to gild the statue, he moved it to the following morning.

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Because of the poisoning incident involving Ye Cheng, the grand gathering of the Four Great Families was forced to a halt, shelving his plan to make a name for himself there.

Bu Chi stormed in carrying the corpse of Chi Shang and threw the dead body directly into Chi Yao’s arms.

"..." Ying pouted in dissatisfaction, her resentful gaze shifting from Illya to the young man.

Zhao Yue naturally could not let the Americans get their way so easily. If Japan were defeated and forced to surrender, and the Americans failed to find the Ghost Fleet, who knew if they would turn their sights on China?

Please do not forget why magicians are called "ma-gicians"; many magicians draw their magic from the alien. There are even quite a few humans who have learned the "Dizai-ho," though the results of such learning... are not necessarily good.

Ling Yun used secret sound transmission to instruct Marquis Edward to bring Chen Jiangui from the basement to the front courtyard.

Next, the class representative proposed a toast, after which they continued with the performances. Zhao Yue stood with everyone to drink, but shortly after sitting back down, as the crowd was captivated by the show on stage, Zhao Yue felt a hand grab his crotch.

Since running to where there were fewer people didn't work, he would head where there were more. Both options had their advantages; if there were many bystanders, it would be easier to conceal his presence, and perhaps it would even force his opponent to be more cautious.

"What exactly is the 'Imaginary Number District'? Why did you create it, Teacher Kiyama? And what will happen to the people who are in a coma?" Uiharu’s voice came through the communicator, and the content of her words caused the three people present to turn pale with horror.

Hearing the wail of sirens, the martial artists staying at the hotel emerged, filling the lobby. At the entrance, several men arranged by Daoist Priest Wang were in a standoff with over forty Koreans.