Chapter 37: A Lifetime Spent Healing Childhood

Chen Huilan gazed at the man who strode forward like a celestial being, her words faltering, her eyes filled with adoration. For so many years, she had never been so close to Dongfang Yi, and now she dared not blink, afraid to miss even the slightest change in his expression. To call him handsome would be to diminish him; he was not someone who relied on his looks. His present demeanor, stern yet exuding both authority and scholarly elegance, with a touch of flamboyance, made him seem more than just handsome—he was an unattainable luxury.

"Why? Why won't you agree to our request? Could it be... could it be that the young master doubts our loyalty? Is the Helian clan planning to abandon the Duanjin clan?" Luo Fei exclaimed in astonishment, raising his voice. Luo Tian, who knelt behind him, wore a face full of confusion.

Li Xiang stared blankly at her phone, recalling the strange look Yue Longtian had given her earlier. She couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, and her heart was filled with bewilderment.

A burly man's figure came into view, clad in a simple fiery red short shirt, his muscular limbs and sturdy chest boldly exposed, giving him a powerful and imposing presence.

Fang Anya shook her head. "No, I can't tell Aunt Sara about this. If she finds out I tried to manipulate Dongfang Yi, even with her usual affection for me, she won't help. It would only make her hate me. Better to wait until Dongfang Yi's anger cools, then thank him," Fang Anya said helplessly.

Feigning death for a sneak attack, using numbers to overwhelm the few, employing schemes of self-sacrifice—whatever worked, she would use, without a shred of dignity.

Just then, a crack appeared in the seal with a sharp snap, and a cold voice echoed from within: "You are not wrong."

A sweep of violet energy arrived before Ye Yu in an instant. Ye Yu had just withdrawn his fist when he was confronted by a long spear. As fear and trembling gripped the onlookers, hatred rose in Xiao Lin's heart, yet he was powerless, and Xiao Qi's eyes widened to the extreme, his palms clammy with cold sweat.

As soon as they engaged, they were knocked to the ground by Xia Tian's punch, unable to rise again. Those less fortunate fell into the nearby pond and drowned.

Yet now, although Sun Ting was not a ninth-level grandmaster, his power was not far behind.

Qi Nanyue's haircutting skills were, of course, dreadful. So Ma Hanshan devised a method: someone would place a large bowl on their head, and he would snip away all the hair sticking out from under the bowl.

Low-level, unconscious spirit creatures were nothing more than air to the Nine Divine Palace, easily absorbed with every breath. Mid-level spirits were like noodles—slurp, and in they went.

"This shabby noodle shop doesn't even have a proper stool. Please bear with it." Tang Dajun hurriedly dragged over a stool, wiped it with his sleeve, and invited Li Jun to sit.

To the middle-aged man's surprise, when he tried to lift Li Huan with a bit of force, the energy in his hand suddenly surged outward, pouring into Li Huan's body like a river rushing through a breach, flooding in all at once.

At the kidnappers' speed, they would round the corner in less than two minutes, and within five minutes, could catch up to them.

Of course, if Ma Hanshan wished, it wasn't impossible. With his products, he could make the big merchants inflate the advertising company at any time.

Sensing the direction of the energy loss, the middle-aged man suddenly turned his head and saw that it was within the campus of Su City High School.

The viewers watched as Dongfang Jue stuffed so many thick red envelopes in at once, leaving everyone speechless.

Though the younger disciples might not recognize them, the elders of Shu Mountain certainly did. They appeared in time and put a stop to the chaos among the Shu Mountain disciples.

Living beings could freely shift between their 'true form' and 'non-human form', with no casting or cooldown time. The appearance of the 'non-human' form would be traced through the bloodline genes to select the most beautiful, most satisfying humanoid figure for the player.

With the energy of the Chu family, a little more effort could bring in a legitimate army to wipe out the zombies—why compromise with Zhongli?

Seeing this, the immortals hurried forward. The Star Officers of the Hall of Justice supported Lord Dongling, only to find he was barely breathing, his life hanging by a thread.

I did nothing wrong. I simply followed Ren Suo's instructions, and within the rules, legally, slowly, and thoroughly... possessed him.

Zhang Yang, regaining his confidence, left Zhang Qing helpless, unable to further discourage him. All he could do was sigh quietly and remain silent.

Now, however, this upgrade method ensured only a rare few would become legends; there could never be a mass of legendary figures.

Of course, if mutant abilities and chakra were added, it might be possible to fight a brigadier, maybe even a major general, but against a lieutenant general, defeat was certain.

This self-destruction was not merely fire damage—the greatest harm came from the shockwave at the moment of explosion.

All the disciples pricked up their ears, eager to listen. After all, a grandmaster who could teach a Sage must surely be formidable.

Over there, Xiao Zhan and two other actors were rehearsing. What made today unusual was that Xiao Zhan hadn’t memorized all his lines, but Nan Minglang, the stand-in, had learned the entire script.