Chapter 35: Knocked Away

Chu Yun shook his head with a sigh and closed the refrigerator, intending to head out to a nearby supermarket to pick up some food.

In the blink of an eye, the highly anticipated Cruz collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, while Chu Yun reached the finish line with ease, as if he hadn’t even run at all.

Most comforting to Tao Tao was the fact that he found no generation gap whatsoever when communicating with Cheng Hong's parents.

It was only because Yan Jinshu was preoccupied with worries about Xie Jingchen that she had closed her eyes in deep thought upon getting into the car, allowing him to take advantage of the situation.

"What good fortune could I possibly have? I'm covered in wounds and can only lie here," the disciple said with a self-deprecating laugh.

Suddenly, a great commotion erupted outside the house, as if many people were shouting and clamoring. Someone was heard jabbering loudly toward the hut in an unintelligible language, but Qin Sang remained silent and did not respond.

He Jiaxian’s usual good mood vanished instantly. According to custom, she could not return home until after the baby’s full-month celebration; she wondered what kind of torment Lady Xu was enduring.

She wanted to try something different. Instead of slate-grilled meat slices, she would make slate-grilled shredded meat today. Since lamb is different from fish, making grilled meat strips would surely be fragrant and unique.

"Your father will never agree to it." Lady Chen was grasping at straws. She had come to pour her heart out to her eldest son, but who would have thought that after hearing her out, he would propose an idea that made her eyes light up.

It was said that the Prefect was a man of vigor and integrity, only thirty years of age, full of vitality and highly valued—he was certainly no less capable than him.

He had already reached the ninth level of the Spiritual Sea Realm; the next step was to go all out to break through to the Spiritual Terrace Realm.

Mo Qijue stared blankly, his eyes wide. He knew Tong Jiu’mo was violent, but he hadn't expected her to be so straightforward and brutal.

The next day, after attending the Young Sect Master’s enthronement ceremony, Chu Tuo informed Chu Feng and then boarded an eighth-level demonic beast, the Sword Crow, flying toward Jade Village in the Luoyu Tribe.

The long-dormant Dao Heart seemed to sense the imminent danger. As it pulsed rhythmically, it swallowed vast amounts of profound energy, radiating a faint purple glow that began to heal Fang Chen’s wounds at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This would dispel the previous rumors and spare the Luan Kingdom the misery of being isolated by the feudal lords.

However, taking that step to reach the level of a peerless hero in the Unity Realm was incredibly difficult.

Feng Yueli’s pupils slowly dilated. "What on earth is going on? Tell me clearly; don't speak so hesitantly."

"Now that you’re feeling better, you should return to the group to work. I’ve seen your people urging you several times already." Tong Jiu’mo had also received a call from Housekeeper Feng, saying that an important meeting was waiting for Mo Qijue at the corporation.

Back then, he had witnessed Marshal Cangxu’s attitude toward Qin Chen; it was as if the man wished he could kneel before Qin Chen all day long.

After dinner, Aunt Xue and Yun Ya accompanied Lady Xu for a chat, while Yun Wei returned to her own courtyard.

Neither Cui Ze nor Raleigh noticed Gion, who was lurking at the edge of the battlefield gathering intelligence.

To test whether she could maintain a human form while sleeping in the future, Lin Zhuozhuo did not transform into a cat to find her human servant last night.

"He spoke to you? What did he say to you?" Madam Liu was startled and turned to ask Ye Li.

Wei Zong had just taken a bite of a compressed ration bar, and having a cigarette now was one of the few comforts after his exhausting day.

Xing'er asked Yun Xue for instructions, wondering if she had any messages to send back if that person truly was from the Second Prince’s side.

Accompanied by Si Qing’s sharp cry, arrows rained down upon the huddled members of the Haotian Alliance. Despite their formidable strength, they were helpless against the arrows descending from the sky.

Li Yajing watched her younger brother while eating the deep-fried dough stick he had handed her. She felt that her brother had truly grown up overnight.

Li Ye speculated to himself. He couldn't talk to her like he was tending to a patient anymore; that would only make Miao Yue feel more burdened.

After the light suddenly vanished before her eyes, it took Ye Li quite a while to adjust to the darkness. It was truly pitch black, as if she couldn't even see her own fingers. Even though Qin Lang was right beside her—close enough to touch if she raised her hand—she couldn't see a thing, neither where he was nor what he looked like.

This was to be expected. Since the current Heavenly Dao was "Jumang," it would naturally favor its own descendants. Furthermore, with the Great Cataclysm of Heaven and Earth looming, the Heavenly Dao needed Chu Junyu, a descendant, to successfully become the Lord of the Yellow Springs.

Sure enough, the next day's newspapers and news reports were all about Gao Yuan—this rising star in the business world. Gao Yuan could be described as being at the peak of his glory, but he did not know that a conspiracy was quietly unfolding against him.

Chen Qiu, who had been sitting to the side from the beginning, watched with a complex expression as Xi Ying covered her face and sobbed.

"Wretched beast!" Zongzheng Jiong scolded, his cold gaze locked onto its unnaturally black pupils. He lightly brushed his spiritual energy over the wound on his abdomen, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze. The pressure of an Void Refinement stage cultivator descended upon the beast like Mount Tai.

Giggles from Li Shiqi drifted from inside. Gao Yuan hung his head and dejectedly entered the kitchen. Just then, the doorbell rang. Feeling that Xiulian had arrived at the perfect time, Gao Yuan hurriedly said to his mother, "Mom, I’ll go open the door." Before Wang Guifen could respond, he rushed to the living room to open the door.

"You won't shed tears until you see the coffin!" I snorted coldly and kicked Zhang Yi again. Zhang Yi yelped in pain and collapsed to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. I stepped on his back. "Speak! Where is You Ling? Why did you lure me to the back mountain last night?" As I spoke, I increased the pressure of my foot.

On the communication device, Yu Qing was roaring frantically, with the sounds of explosions and booms echoing occasionally.

"What? Still don't believe that Hong Long has been captured by our people?" Liu Xiche looked at Scarface with a sunny smile.

Shen Mo gradually became impatient, but Shen Yu grew steadier with each exchange. She was someone who liked to keep things under her control. When she struck, that air of absolute certainty enveloped the entire arena.