Volume 1, Chapter 21: The Ordeal of Nirvana!

Qi Wuxie’s gaze sharpened. He stepped out of the villa and answered the phone.

Sister Yun Qiu’er did not ask any questions, waiting quietly.

"Senior Sister, what’s wrong? Have you found any news about my father?" Qi Wuxie asked urgently.

A lazy voice came from the other end of the line, carrying a hint of reproach: "You little brat, we haven't spoken in three or four years, and you don’t even care to ask how your Senior Sister is doing first?"

"It’s thirty-six degrees out, yet you’re speaking with such zero-degree coldness."

Hearing her charming, dissatisfied tone, a bitter smile appeared on Qi Wuxie’s face. "Senior Sister, please, stop teasing me. You know I have to get to the bottom of what happened to my father."

The Seventh Senior Sister on the other end heard...

"Fine, fine, fine. As long as Li Xianhao agrees to write a Chinese song, leave the arrangements to us," Zhang Honghui promised with a laugh.

Whether it’s a long hit or a short hit, enjoying baseball depends on what you are pursuing. Tachibana Eiyuu pursues victory, so for him, as long as he can score, that is enjoyment.

Finally freed from that time-wasting battle, Wang Yu returned home and immediately called everyone, who were preparing a family banquet to celebrate his mother’s recovery, to leave the house and depart from New York, this city plagued by misfortune.

"Whatever benefits you want, just name them. I will satisfy you unconditionally!" Bai Ruoyun answered without looking up.

He slashed his blade, and the very turf of the grassland was scooped up by the force of his strike; the ground looked as if it had been struck by lightning, scorched and charred.

"San Hua is not staying in place this time; he is circling to the left. Lei Niu Man Mian opens with a magic orb aimed at San Hua, but it misses," Wenren Tingxue commented on the battle in the arena.

Three minutes later, the nine converged at the entrance of the surveillance room. As for the Berserker Ni Shui Han, he remained inside the surveillance room, seemingly intending to hide there until the mission ended.

Because Zhong Yuan, the Commander of the Yulin Right Guard, had also arrived, Yan Long knew he must have something to say.

The powerful gravity of a star can warp space-time and interfere with Wang Yu’s ability to open magic portals or wormholes, so it was better not to take the risk.

Because the filming schedule for the television series was very tight, Li Xianhao did not finish his scenes until 2:00 AM that day.

"Go ahead, take a few more guards. You shouldn't be afraid to go out just because you encountered some villains..." Old Daoist Fu waved his hand and smiled kindly.

"The White Cloud Temple fair? Is it lively?" Xie Xuan asked excitedly, having been cooped up at home for a month and feeling restless.

"What? You don’t believe me? Shall I ask if you’d rather offer up your chrysanthemums or encounter a ghost?" Zhang Wei said.

"That’s fine. Besides, here, Long Yi wouldn't dare do anything to you," Zhou Qingqing said with a smile.

His father, who had always been quite optimistic and even comforted his mother, had also begun to sigh heavily. Sometimes, as he spoke, it was as if his brother would never return.

"Hehe, everything has a logic to it, especially things that seem incredible—they are actually quite simple! I guessed it," Liu Hai said.

The sound of steel hitting the ground was crisp and heavy, and the clashing of armored plates was noisy and jarring.

"Youxue... you..." Zhou Qingqing had wanted to say something, but suddenly hesitated. She sighed, stopped mid-sentence, and decided not to continue.

Lance remained as calm as ever. He walked indifferently to the edge of the large bed and tossed one of the cushions into the center.

Only then did the group realize someone was injured. Bai Mu ordered his subordinates to find a doctor immediately while he followed them.

Yanaev and his cohorts didn't even last a single day before declaring failure, and Yeltsin arrested them all without hesitation.

In the following days, no one dared to go near the Manor Master. Everyone knew he was in a foul temper due to his wife’s departure, cursing at anyone he saw.

"Brothers, charge together! This Li Daniu isn't like those cowards; he’s not easy to deal with," Wolf Head shouted.

Just as Bo Yao was feeling rather smug, Jiang Yi’s next sentence acted like a fuse, completely igniting Bo Yao’s anger.

Huan Luo felt a bit dazed. The wound on her back from the sharp claws had caused her to lose too much blood, and she couldn't react in time. She plunged her sword into the soil to support herself. Amidst the spinning world, she lifted her head, trying to stay conscious, and happened to see the sun slowly setting.

Liu Ruotong suddenly felt a bit afraid. If Zhihan and Junhao were inevitably in danger, wouldn't she and Jiaxi be even more so?

In truth, Instructor Wu himself might not have been able to run that far; he just wanted to see what the limits of this class were.

At the moment Wu Yi left, Wei Qing also ordered his forces to split. He commanded Sun Chuanting to lead troops into Guyue City and Zhao Yun to advance on Fengyan City, beginning to sweep through the entire South, hoping to take over the region peacefully in the shortest time possible.

At this moment, something seemed to be left behind where the ghost-head blade had been stuck in the ground, reflecting a faint light.

"Isn't that Jung Hyung-don’s car?" Gil stopped, looking at the car parked by the side of the road. Seeing the lights in the distance, Jung Hyung-don was suddenly confused; he had clearly turned his engine off and shut his headlights, so how could there be lights shining?

One must know that this period of history is not in the standard history textbooks; it is absolutely a disgrace in British history.

Magneto, who once believed that the conflict between mutants and humans was irreconcilable—like water and fire—how else could one explain why humans were so repulsed by mutants?

Tony, wearing his Iron Man armor, suddenly blasted off the ground like a rocket into the sky. With lightning speed, he caught several falling special operations team members. Whether it was intentional by Qin Yue or not, these eight team members were flying in eight different directions, and even their altitudes were different.

It seemed they might not be diligent in their work, but at least they followed the rules. For Zhang Xiao, this was not good news.

At the same time, scattered arrows fell into the camp but failed to kill a single enemy.

"What’s wrong?" Chen Chufan could see that this guy was serious this time, not just pretending to be stern.

After greeting each other, everyone rested and chatted. This was what the Thunder team hoped for—relieving pressure would lead to a better performance.

Except for the melancholy at the end of the sixth movement regarding the inevitable cycle of life and death, the other parts were filled with positive, joyful, and jubilant emotions. Clearly, this was a representative work of art from a planet lacking in pain and suffering.