Chapter 52: Brother, Who Are You Really?

“There’s no need. If there’s anything else, I’ll summon you. You may leave,” Zhi replied coldly.

Sensing Jing He’s sly smile, Lin Yi immediately shrank back, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

Kubi was invited into the world of consciousness, where he met Full Moon Celestial Dragon Shencai and began discussing the proposed transaction.

In Bai Shaofei’s eyes, the Heaven-Shattering Earth-Smashing Hammer did indeed look terrifying—immense and formidable. Yet he believed his own physical strength was in no way inferior to Ye Xuan’s. Even if Ye Xuan relied on the power of his weapon, Bai Shaofei was confident he could withstand the attack.

Similarly, as long as Emperor Tiger’s will remained unshaken, Dragon Mark could not kill him.

Though Slumber had helped Dragon Mark defeat his foe, Dragon Mark saw this as nothing more than a provocation, an affront to his pride. Using this as a pretext, he and Slumber agreed to settle matters with their fists the following afternoon. Slumber, too, readily accepted this pointless brawl.

Fan Kuai’s shop was small, and Li Chen’s group of a dozen had already filled the tables. Fan Kuai stood by the stove, watching them with a broad grin.

At least Xu Yan Ke hadn’t lied. He was indeed treating the three with great food and drink—there was neither beating nor scolding, and whatever Ye Xuan needed, he tried to provide. Even if Ye Xuan wanted some rare and precious beast as food, as long as Xu Yan Ke could catch one, he would deliver it.

Lin Fan was now a poor student with neither power nor influence—at most, he was a slightly renowned analyst. By rights, he shouldn’t have been able to obtain such a precious spirit beast. Yet he had it, which inevitably made others suspicious and envious.

Chu Yi slowly nodded, rubbing its white horn on Feng Cheng’s palm before gently pushing him away.

“Yes,” the officer replied, then immediately turned to command the soldiers to carry the corpses away. The rest of the troops also returned to their tents in an orderly manner.

I gestured casually at my side, pointing at an undead skeleton. It tossed aside its shield and was gnawing at a demon soldier’s shoulder, making a strange rattling noise. Sensing the gaze from me and the Thousand Emperors, it froze.

In an instant, all of Gu Fan’s comfort vanished, his senses returning to clarity.

Upon hearing this, Xu Yaran felt an immediate sense of relief. She realized she was overthinking; with Nangong Yuhan by Tu Baobao’s side, nothing could go wrong. Nangong Yuhan was treating Tu Baobao like a treasure—what could possibly happen?

In the distance, a voice unfamiliar to Zhang Fan echoed; it seemed he was the one probing Zhang Fan.

“What did I do wrong?” This marriage—he had agreed to it. He saw the marriage certificate but then slapped her.

“One-Eyed Dragon, you always go for leftovers…” someone beside the one-eyed man seized the opportunity to taunt.

Because right after, Emperor Xin issued a flurry of orders—so extreme and reckless that they instantly caused an uproar among the ministers.

From the recent actions against him, it was clear there was some ambiguous, unspoken connection between the Grand Steward and his brother Bo Yikao. If their passion ever flared and they conspired against him, and he rashly ventured to Chao Ge City, there’d be no turning back.

After Zhang Heng passed through the robot legion, the two Moonlights blinked in unison and followed closely behind him, like bodyguards.

As for Liu Mengli, when she saw Han Lingsha wielding the Celestial Sword and Yun Tianhe casting Five-Spirit Immortal Arts in perfect harmony, a strange emotion flickered through her eyes, which Ye Fan just happened to notice.

He immediately summoned the Four Generals and instructed, “Teach and guide your descendants with caution. I’ll ascend to the heavens to scout the way, and when it’s ready, I’ll bring you up to live there together.” The Four Generals accepted the command, and only then did Sun Wukong, together with Venus, ride the clouds toward the Celestial Court.

“So even you know. Wan Meier’s days must be miserable. I wanted to seize the chance while Prince Penglai was away to see her, yet I ran into you instead,” Xinyue sighed.

One after another, emotions shifted: from initial joy and surprise, to impatience and suspicion, and finally to fury and despair.

Qingqing no longer wished to speak. After sending Chengli away, she gazed out the window at the wild, clawing branches in the backyard, lost in thought.

The former pharmaceutical factory had long since transformed into a massive human cryogenic facility.

With two muffled thuds, both of them broke free from that state, astonishing Ling Rui, who watched from the sheepskin scroll’s starry sky at their strength.

Qianqian leaned in for a closer look—hmph! Middle-aged and already over forty, yet his skin was still so smooth!?

Fearing Zhao Erfeng would advance recklessly, the General Staff ordered him not to be hasty, but to proceed methodically: first to implement reforms in the occupied territory, stabilize their rule, and only then slowly infiltrate Tibet.

Even if he was incapable, her heart had already tipped, leaning toward him. The desire to draw closer to him drifted more and more through her mind.

This man’s face was weathered, and his cultivation unremarkable. Clearly, he had lingered at this stage for years, his future cut off—a fate shared by most itinerant cultivators.