Volume One Chapter 23 For the Sake of the Child

The young master emerged, utterly exhausted. He pressed his lips together, and within his glass-like eyes flashed a trace of coldness.

“Divine Warrior Step!” With a foot stirring the whirlwind, Feng Zhen leaped forward. Facing Zhao Yi’s fierce tearing force, Feng Zhen instead utilized it, his speed soaring by another measure.

Zhang Sheng already knew that Uncle Li understood this matter deeply, so he no longer intended to say anything more and prepared to leave.

Lu Yulan shook her head. Whether one could speak mattered little to her, but whether Yaya had a promising future was of utmost importance.

So, upon seeing the projection of the Right Assistant Star Lord, Hong Tu charged straight ahead, swinging a Taiji whip hand at the projection. The projection, possessing an early Gold Core cultivation just like Hong Tu, calmly countered with a straight punch.

Hong Tu, Xia Zhijie, and Jiang Huawei had only eaten a little in the morning; their stomachs were long empty. As for Hong Zhiqiang, after three days in the interrogation room surviving on meager biscuits and water, without a single hot meal, seeing Aunt Fan’s freshly prepared dishes, all of them wished they could begin eating at once.

Considering that Longyang City was his homeland and the Azure Dragon Gang its overlord, with a relationship of utmost trust with Long Zhentian, he specially had Long Zhentian select a few loyal experts in internal energy to undergo the transformation alongside Jiang Tao and the others.

Yet even so, the situation was not entirely desperate. Though the place was isolated, it was still better than the Alin village deep in the great desert—at least here, there was a trade partner. Moreover, as time passed, the population would gradually grow, eventually linking up with more villages.

Elder Cai deliberately tried to sense Hong Tu’s aura, but his probing met with nothing, like mud flowing into the sea. He failed to detect Hong Tu’s cultivation and assumed Hong Tu had abandoned martial arts, so he reminded him to persevere in his training.

“What is his name?” Upon hearing this, Long Shaofeng frowned slightly, hesitated, then asked.

The warmth startled Lin Annuan, who instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but he only tightened his grip.

“Senior, I am an ordinary person. How could I possibly do such a thing?” Long Shaofeng explained again.

“It’s not so bad. Actually, my father says you’re very impressive. In another thirty or fifty years, you’ll be just like him, won’t you?” she said with delight. Hearing him admit he was not as capable as her father, Wu Qiong felt quite satisfied.

Madam Yang still remembered the last time Feng Qiwen struck her. Seeing Feng Qiwen again, she could not help but grind her teeth in hatred, though there was still a touch of fear in her heart.

Unable to endure any longer, Zhang Fei reached out with his dark, furry right hand, pinched a piece of wolf meat between two fingers, and tossed it into his mouth. Listening to his noisy chewing and seeing his intoxicated expression, the others swallowed their saliva and quickly devoured the entire plate of wolf meat.

Sitting opposite Anran, Chen Chaogong smiled quietly, watching her. Anran had no need to target large groups of mutant animals or resort to suicide attacks; she simply laid traps above and below ground. Should mutant beasts swarm in, they would naturally be devoured by the plants.

The steward of the Lou family ushered Feng Qiwen into the side hall. When Lou Yu arrived, she saw Feng Qiwen seated with a box placed beside her.

Hao Yunke was a man of few words. He changed into casual clothes, sat at the table, and began drinking porridge. The rule of silence during meals and rest was enforced thoroughly in the Hao family.

All teams and bases depended on Anran for survival. Anyone with ulterior motives would face the collective wrath of everyone.

“Grandmother said it was a gift from Ishiya Khan of the Turks.” Xin Jie held his wife’s soft hand, staring at the bracelet in a daze.

In front of Pan Chunhua lay a map, and she watched the drone footage on the monitor, saying, “Just now, thirty kilometers away, the Izumo suddenly raised anchor and headed north. So now, Cheng Dayang is on the island installing monitoring equipment and has no time to worry about this.”

Bart’s face paled, now tinged with anger. Though he hardly believed the energy fruit was cultivated by the youth, being so humiliated stoked his fury.

Gu Changfeng, however, did not care. Even with a bicycle, he could win. After jumping onto the motorcycle, the race began immediately—the three motorcycles thundered at the starting line.

Night Fluttering watched his obviously guilty movements and once again glimpsed something familiar in him.

Ding! A clear, bright chime rang out. The tip of the Immortal Subduing Sword lightly tapped the swirling flames of the curved blade, abruptly halting the previously ferocious blade light. Then the sword’s shadow scattered like countless phantoms, bypassed the fiery blade, and regrouped, flying from Yao Ruoyu’s hand straight toward Kublai Khan’s throat.

On Friday, after work, Shu Wan went to pick up Yu Fei. Arriving at the building where Yu Fei worked, she found Yu Fei waiting with Yuan Kong.

The young man placed his hand on the back of her head, forcing her to stay put and obediently submit to his kiss.