Chapter 31: Younger Sister

After finishing their work at the hotel, Lu Yanfeng and Lu Hongyu returned to the hotel where they were staying and went straight to a private room in the Chinese restaurant to dine.

When Ning Lu arrived, they were already there. She walked in slowly.

"Uncle Feng," Ning Lu said with a faint smile.

Her complexion remained haggard; having just recovered from an illness, her body was still slowly regaining its strength.

"Yu'er said you developed..."

The expression of disbelief in her eyes seemed to ask how her brother, who had always been so kind to her, could possibly be a villain.

However, as the only person present who had witnessed everything, Marx’s focus was not on such "superficial" matters.

"I am sorry about what happened back then. Am I not trying to compensate you now?" Jiang Shaochen said helplessly.

The grievances of the previous generation were far too complex, eventually forcing two people who originally held no enmity to become rivals.

Yet, cultivation level does not equate to combat prowess. The great sects of the heavens, possessing complete legacies, were capable of crushing them in every aspect. Despite their cultivation, they were like sheep meeting a tiger, left to be slaughtered.

Under the puzzled gazes of the crowd, Akra left the competition stage and walked slowly in the direction where Fen Wujin had disappeared, completely ignoring their bewilderment and doubt.

When Liu Shishi heard this, her expression suddenly darkened. But upon catching the inquisitive gaze of Mother Si, she immediately reverted to her previous bright and radiant smile.

Viruses that cause high fevers; virulent infectious diseases like dengue, Zika, and hemorrhagic fever; and all the dark arts that control human illusions.

King Miaozhuangyan descended from the void and said to the Buddha: "World-Honored One! The Tathagata is truly extraordinary. Because of his merits and wisdom, the ushnisha on his crown emits a brilliant light; his eyes are long, wide, and deep blue; the hair between his eyebrows is as white as a bright moon; his teeth are white, even, and dense, constantly emitting light; and his lips are as red and beautiful as bimba fruit."

"Hey, you can't enter through that door!" Chu Tianqiu noticed a golden-eyed youth about to enter and couldn't help but offer a warning.

With just a little effort and a few months of practicing body-refining techniques, one would naturally become strong and slender. How could anyone possibly buy these pills?

Jiang Hua nodded, and after asking a few more questions, he departed. He did not tell Yan Chixia about the holy power, as he still did not know where this energy originated.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with no sound to be heard other than the rustling of leaves overhead.

"Aside from the initial abilities brought in, which can be used indefinitely, the skills picked up have limited charges. The more powerful the skill, the fewer the uses. As for treasures, other than weapons and pills, nothing else is of any use."

Wumian thought to himself that he had come this time to prove that his worth was no less than that of the Nine Kings or the Heavenly Sword.

The roar of the helicopter echoed in my ears. I sat in the cabin, huddled against two commandos, both of us staring silently at the metal floor beneath our feet.

Even so, the various orthodox sects dared not be the least bit careless, keeping many spies stationed to watch the Xuantian Sect.

If he were Songtsan Gampo, he might have thought that person was just a swindler looking for a free meal.

"Your Majesty, I must go to Yourong. It will take one day, and perhaps I can still save Prince Rong!" Zhou An cupped his hands and bowed, directly requesting the mission.

Jiutian had assumed Yao Man's estate was about the same size as the one he was building, but upon arrival, he discovered that the land occupied was roughly equivalent to three agritainment resorts.

"Enough! I don't even care for this place of yours. Why don't we go upstairs to discuss matters?" Hua Tian said.

"Ling Xiang! So you really are here. I’ve been to the Misty Fog Winery for several days; why have you been hiding and refusing to see me?" Huo Rulong asked in a coarse voice, his eyes fixed solely on Ling Xiang, ignoring everyone else in the room.