Chapter 64: The Chen Family

Of course, understanding is one thing, but giving in is simply impossible—never in this lifetime would he concede, and there was no such thing as the “smells so good” principle here, not when there wasn’t even fried rice to tempt him.

In other words, the dragon veins of this world are actually distinct from one another. If the dragon vein of the Dragon Cave represents longevity through transformation, then that of Mount Myoboku is longevity through foresight, while as for Shikkotsu Forest, perhaps it is healing?

He felt it would be awkward to ask Lin Tianxiao too much about Zhou Longfei, so even though his heart brimmed with curiosity and confusion, he refrained from speaking to Lin Tianxiao about it.

No wonder so many artists suffer from depression—this entertainment industry truly isn’t a place for ordinary people to survive.

When Shen Xinlan saw these relatives, he was actually somewhat displeased. He knew their character all too well; after finally getting the chance to get close to Zhou Longfei today, he hardly wanted anyone to ruin it. The two had just agreed to go see a film together later.

Upon seeing an entire suitcase filled with infant formula, diapers, and baby clothes, Chu Xiu gritted his teeth, stole a glance at Yun Ya, who was engrossed in folding clothes, and quietly closed the suitcase, storing it in his spatial ring.

That willpower grew even stronger; Zhang Chi felt that over seventy percent of his life force was already teetering on the verge of shattering.

If the Kaguya clan emerged victorious, their status might rise with the tide, but if the Mizukage won, they would likely become a thorn in his side, a nail to be removed.

The green floral hem of Su Jin’s dress set off her fair skin; the long boots accentuated her slender legs, and the simple woolen coat she wore outside was both plain and attractive.

If she had not done her utmost to negotiate this time, the Fu family would likely have faced annihilation. Yet it was laughable that Fu Wan remained utterly oblivious, still foolishly charging ahead.

Now, as long as they could muster all their strength to take the city, everything would fall into place.

Yet, no matter how hard the Grand Alliance or the elders tried, they could not force everyone to haul all their spirit stones to the Western Transmission Realm.

Gu Chengshu could not control her body. As she was bumped and thrown around, she found herself within the space of a hair ornament; though it wasn’t as severe, she was still flung several times, unable to stop herself.

She cradled a steaming cup of tea in both hands, the rising white mist blurring her features and lending a gentle softness to her voice.

With just one glance, Gu Yue instantly knew—this person was the host who had invited all the cultivators above Dao Court level along the Yangtze to today’s banquet: An Ruosu, River God of Anjiang.

Li Buyu was adept at exploiting his strengths; being a natural general, he had a unique flair for military strategy and deployment.

Wan Linglong had placed five Wind Arrows into the Linglong Pagoda; once fully refined, she could leave her aura upon them and, by following that trace, track down Yuan Ji.

The crystal shattered, its phosphorescence fading away, and the crisp sound echoed down the corridor as He Chun’s anger reached its zenith.

In the end, it all boiled down to this: at home, he didn’t care what they wore—no matter how short their skirts, or even if they wore nothing at all, it was his privilege to appreciate as he pleased. But outside, if their skirts were just a bit shorter, punishment awaited.

A trace of happiness appeared on An Lingyin’s face, but it vanished when she noticed the sinister gloom clouding Fu Rongsheng’s expression.

“Not for sale. Just a few days ago, I gave your father a whole jar. If you want to drink, why not go home and ask him for some?” Xu Yang refused outright.

So it was—their village had been struck by plague, leaving only the two of them alive. When she later sent someone to investigate, they found the place strewn with bones, as if it truly had been ravaged by pestilence. She had never imagined, though, that it would be the Plague of Poison Gold.

Moments later, she clenched her fists and slowly opened her eyes. All the gentleness in her gaze had vanished, replaced by a chilling killing intent.

Then, just before their departure for Mount Yuntai, several taunting fires were ignited one after another outside the walls of Wanshou Manor.

Unfortunately, Nina hadn’t thought that far ahead; she just felt bad for having demolished someone’s house.

It seemed his plan was correct: by moving the stronger ones to the front, they might break through in a single, bloody charge, forging a path through these obstacles.

At this moment, Song Guangxian, already terrified out of his wits, stared at Bai Feng, who had approached, and asked in a voice filled with terror.

With pressure mounting from both sides, she felt extremely anxious—sometimes she even thought she was truly on the verge of a nervous breakdown, forgetting things constantly.

The two had gone out in the morning and didn’t return until nightfall. During that time, there were tears at first, followed by sitting at the grave, reminiscing about the past.

So it is! All that talk about serving the people is just empty words; no matter how prettily spoken, it’s all false. Only action makes it real.

Fang Worong had been promoted—naturally, for he had decapitated two opponents, captured one alive, and achieved great merit.

Afterward, Li Lingyi drew back twice more and fired two additional Thunder Arrows before the electric threads finally dissipated.

She glanced back at Qiao Chu, who, for once, looked solemn and proper—not as instantly memorable as Qin Muchen’s striking presence, nor as flawlessly handsome as Qin Muche, but still quite the looker, at least when he kept quiet.

The Valley Knights, as soldiers of the Ailin family, had never participated in the War of the Five Kings. This meant their forces were the most intact—at least several tens of thousands remained.

And why? For one reason only—they healed themselves by harming others. Simply put: if I cut off your arm, you lose an arm and I grow one anew. If you chop off one of mine, you regrow yours. And so on, endlessly, an eternal cycle.