Chapter 38: The Eldest Young Master of the Jiang Family: A Fierce Protector of His Sister

"Get back here this instant!"
Old Mrs. Yan roared furiously over the phone.

Realizing that nothing he could say would make Old Mrs. Yan believe him at this point, Yan Chuanzhou accepted his fate and said,
"Alright."

With that, Yan Chuanzhou hung up the phone, immediately walked out, and called his secretary, speaking in a calm tone,
"Pick me up at the resort. I need to head to the old family estate."

A short while later, the secretary drove up to the entrance of the resort.

The moment Uchiha Itachi departed, Yuhi Kurenai, Sarutobi Asuma, and Hatake Kakashi immediately followed after him.

"The resources for a full expeditionary fleet are vast, indeed, but gathering them is not impossible!" Emperor Pu was brimming with confidence, clearly having already made his calculations.

On the other side, Norman’s vision was blurred by blood, the red liquid resembling watermelon juice continuously oozing from the large yet shallow wound on his head.

"You... why are you here?" Xuanyuan Yulong's face was filled with terror. The inheritance here was his secret, and he knew all too well what would happen if others discovered that this legacy was hidden here.

"What? How could this be? At that time... at that time it was clearly... clearly Shaohao was captured, how could he?" Xuanyuan Ba stared with drastically widened eyes, looking at the Flame Emperor in disbelief. Li Zhu and Xiangwang exchanged a bewildered glance, locking eyes in silence.

Begil's imposing aura surpassed that of the Dark Demon Sect's Core Formation cultivator, because the Dark Demon Sect cultivator was only at the early stage, while Begil was already at the mid-stage.

Every Great Priest was a battle spirit, and their leader, Magi, was one of the two Grand Priests of the Temple of War—an uncompromising and formidable grand battle spirit expert.

Mui was extremely satisfied with the meticulous reminder from Changkong. This subordinate had been personally trained by her and possessed exceptional capabilities across all fronts.

Outside the grand gates of the Purple Cloud Palace, five Taoist cultivators in cyan robes and white hair stood neatly in a row. Their auras were restrained, yet they emanated a powerful presence, instantly revealing their extraordinary strength.

The damage to the models was even more pronounced. Generally speaking, there were only a handful of death animations for monsters.

Meanwhile, more and more people were teleporting in, immediately dispersing in all directions. A summoner summoned a massive spirit beast to charge forward as a meat shield, after which the others launched a frenzied barrage of attacks.

The intelligence Claire displayed in the conversation was even lower than what Mizuma Yue had expected, while Wasp seemed to favor a much more straightforward and simple style.

Upon hearing this, Long Xi could not help feeling somewhat disappointed. After all this fuss, there was still no glimmer of hope. It seemed that the legendary feat of uniting the secret techniques of the three tribes in one body was nothing more than an untouchable dream. No wonder not a single living being had managed to accomplish it since the creation of the heavens and the earth.

Yao Jiawen was inherently scatterbrained and never thought things through deeply. She did not even notice the immense strain Old Master Yao was under.

"..." Vermouth was dumbfounded, beginning to weigh the possibility of being violated and murdered afterward against the option of putting Cobiler to death in bed before making her escape.

Although the "Liang Gate" possessed a massive frame, the agility of its movements was truly astonishing, far surpassing the swift footwork of ordinary martial arts masters. Moreover, it wasted no motion; its two palms, flat and hard as solid rock, lunged forward with a fierce grab, instantly immobilizing and locking both of Shenhuang's arms.

Everyone snapped back to reality as if waking from a dream. Powerful though this man was, he was likely reduced to a spent force by now.

He had arrived at one o'clock in the afternoon, but by the time Xu Fang headed back, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. Dragging his exhausted body, Xu Fang walked out holding the property deed.

By this time, sticky rice had already reached the outskirts of the city, directly renting a carriage from a livery stable near the city gates. The two of them boarded the carriage and departed.

Furthermore, because this had been handed to her by the Luo family—who were constantly trying to curry favor with her—she had not a single worry.

Following closely behind came a series of resounding slaps, each louder than the last, drilling straight into everyone's ears.

A sharp glint flashed in the eyes of many Sea Clan cultivators as they soared into the air, stepping upon cloud-flowers, whipping up surging ripples of magical energy, and riding the clouds away.