Chapter 109: Arriving in Succession

Wang Lin was a man of calculating nature. In his mind, even if his daughter were to relinquish her spot as a disciple of a renowned scholar, it ought to be passed on to one of their own kin.

For instance, his only legitimate son.

Yes, Wang Lin and the Cui woman had a son together.

Years ago, when the Cui woman suffered a miscarriage, Wang Lin, driven by self-interest and a desire to retaliate against her, had insisted on claiming it was merely her monthly cycle.

With the backing of the Lou family and having successfully crushed the Cui woman’s spirit, Wang Lin had effectively killed two birds with one stone.

Yet, he had feigned such sincerity—

"No, there is no need." This time, Chuxiu’s voice lowered, tinged with a shame and embarrassment too difficult to voice.

The gaunt young man standing nearby witnessed this scene, his eyes widening in astonishment before he instinctively covered them with his hands.

The Huaxia government held immense confidence; whether in terms of modernized military force or confrontations within the supernatural realm, Japan was no match.

As he finished speaking, Zhuang Yiran lowered her gaze, brimming with infinite shyness. Seeing this, Chuxiu immediately understood. Since Zhuang Yiran was visiting Lanshan Temple to pray for an heir, having Yun Cheng accompany her naturally made the gesture seem all the more sincere. Regardless of whether the Buddha would manifest a miracle, it at least brought some comfort to Zhuang Yiran’s own heart.

The moment the beads of blood sprayed out, Yang Ding scrambled backward. Supported by the Yang family disciples who rushed to his side, he looked at Su Mu with a sneer, hurriedly retrieving a Yuan-Restoration Pill from his storage pouch to consume.

Chen Fenghuo bowed deeply three times to the Party flag before turning to look at Elder Hu. Not far away, the sneer of Dongfang Riyan was not lost on him. "I shall not stoop to your level for now," he thought, "but that does not mean my grandson will spare your Dongfang family. We shall see who has the last laugh." A playful smirk tugged at the corner of Chen Fenghuo’s mouth.

At this thought, Su Mu opened his mouth and exhaled once more; this time, it was not spiritual energy he released, but a biting, icy chill.

On the morning of the ninth day, the Huaxia King organization boarded six separate planes bound for Death Island.

Chuxiu had long heard whispers that although the Yun lineage had been passed down for centuries, the direct line had never been particularly prosperous. Ultimately, it was because the Yun family was prone to producing hopeless romantics. This could be seen in the legends surrounding their ancestors and Nie Weinong, the founding Empress of the Great Xi.

"Ruoyao, you are like a worm in my stomach, burrowing right into my brain," Cheng Yanzhong said, his voice heavy with fatigue.

The silver-white figure was, in fact, a silver dragon. As the dragon species most intimate with humanity, it was not particularly large, yet compared to the two-headed bone dragon slain earlier, it remained a gargantuan beast.

All Zhang Yang needed to do was use his current 4.4 million to purchase as much land as possible. His goal was three plots, specifically the number two plots in the East, West, and South districts—the areas of highest value.

During this period, no matter how the outside world commented on him or called for him, he did not show his face, choosing instead to submerge himself quietly back into the water.

Just as they were about to pursue the Daimyo, the Daimyo’s guards swarmed in. While they could not deal significant damage to the Sound Ninjas, they successfully bought enough time for the Daimyo to escape with his life.

The Liu sisters appeared dressed in matching outfits: low-cut tops, miniskirts, and high heels, each clutching an identical handbag—a high-end LV, no less.

Indeed, the old dean was actually more furious than anyone else. The scenes from the office were still fresh in his mind, and the shouting had been loud enough for the entire building to hear.

"You’ve been wanting to kill me all along anyway, so what’s a few dragon horns to you? Keep nagging and I’ll pluck every scale off your body, haha..." Qin Tianqi laughed triumphantly. With a forceful twist, the blood-colored dragon horn was crushed into fragments by his hand.

Before long, his thoughts drifted into the ethereal, and everything around him seemed to cease existing. He became a mere part of nature, as if he were nothing more than an observer.

The two of them had mutually acknowledged the situation; thus, it was an undeniable fact that Mizuki was their master.