Volume 1, Chapter 27: But I Am Not Your Sister!

Zhao Ziyue would never believe that Wang Zijun was unaware of the purpose of his visit, even if it cost him his life. Yet, seeing Wang Zijun’s lighthearted and nonchalant demeanor, he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration. If he were in such a position, he would have long since been unable to sit still, but to his surprise, Wang Zijun acted as if nothing were amiss.

"The last time I'll eat it? Son, don't scare me like that," his mother whispered, a flicker of terror crossing her face.

"Spare me." Gu Tie stared at the ground cracking beneath his feet, at a loss for words.

Nu fell silent instantly. With his narrow eyes, he cautiously scanned the surroundings for any movement. Just as he was about to speak, a rhythmic rustling sound echoed through the courtyard. It was as if a disciplined, light-footed army had suddenly materialized in the confusing layout of the yard.

He knew that the television station only featured Zhang Ruoyu at the orphanage to perfect her public persona and bolster the program’s publicity.

Seeing that the Chongming Island military base was sufficiently developed, Liu Yihua took Gao Yuying and the others into the city for undercover reconnaissance, taking the opportunity to negotiate some matters with the foreigners.

Kong Wuyang was ordered to lead his troops to assemble in the barbican. Once the front and rear gates of the barbican were sealed and the infantry took their positions on the walls, it would be a death trap. However, having already surrendered, they had no choice but to comply. Kong Wuyang ordered his squads inside and watched as the gates were locked behind them.

The proprietress was not in the shop today, but that didn't matter; Liu Ya was well-acquainted with the staff. She found a middle-aged man named Master Huang to help her cut the piece of jade.

"Hahaha, good! Lin Jianglun is a promising talent; let him go." Although Lin Jianglun was not one of his own men, Zhao Liansheng weighed the pros and cons and agreed to Li Qiuna’s proposal.

The sudden pain jolted Ye Yaotiao into full consciousness. Why was she so nervous? She hadn't done anything wrong.

Meanwhile, Feng Xing, who had been lingering outside for a long time, finally stepped into his home. Looking at the empty living room, he let out a heavy sigh; Xia Yihan must have already fallen asleep by now.

He walked lazily through the sunlight with his hands in his pockets. His tall, slender frame, clad in casual attire, made him appear much gentler than usual.

I think I arrived a bit too early, as they were all still asleep. I didn't dare to go in, just stood outside watching; even so, seeing them gave me peace of mind.

He spat out a mouthful of minced meat mixed with foul-smelling black blood. Staring at the black pool on the ground, he hurriedly checked his pulse, only to discover that his internal energy was in chaotic disorder and a potent poison had permeated his internal organs.

"Thud." The moment Lin Haoxue’s mental barrier formed, she heard an impact. The barrier shuddered violently, clearly struck by something, and shattered instantly from the force.

The trial camp of the Heavenly Battalion epitomized the survival of the fittest. Everyone here either triumphed or died. So far, Lin Haoxue and her two companions had remained unscathed, but the others were not so lucky; it was impossible to say how many had already perished in such slaughter.

He stared at Ye Feng for a long moment, then couldn't help but gasp in shock. He had only just realized that Ye Feng was at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage.

Pu Tao let him off, harboring this suspicion, though she did not know that this was all the work of the Su Emperor.

Of course, that was a long time ago. Later, a cataclysmic battle took place, but that was back in the ancient era, during the time of the Flame and Yellow Emperors.

Ning Nanxing slumped in his chair, watching Shen Tuantuan bustle about. After taking a sip of the hot tea she had brewed, he pulled her toward him. With no other choice, Shen Tuantuan allowed him to pull her into his lap.

He felt no anger, only that the perfect excuse to eliminate Lin Yan had arrived. Lin Yan’s actions had incited public outrage; even if he were to be torn to pieces, the onlookers would only cheer.

Everyone stared at the Emperor, making no effort to hide their indignation. Only Bai Feng lowered his head, not daring to meet the Emperor’s gaze.

He also listed Wu Ming’s call logs and recordings from the past month, matching them against the fluctuations in his funds.

Gong Anguo didn't know what he had done wrong, but he had clearly incurred a hateful glare from Liu Jinshan. He could only shake his head innocently and follow him into the house.

A single word—"insufficient"—caused the peerless Demon powerhouse to frown. If all the demons present combined were not enough, then only he and the other peerless powerhouse remained; they were the only ones with enough weight to matter.

Lin Hai was perhaps the most comfortable chairman in all of Jinling, if not the entire group of companies.

Lu Chen’s reason for doing this was certainly not just because those people behind them were catching up; he had sensed a powerful aura not far from the arguing group.

Lin Yifei nodded slightly, his mind filled with what Lin Yixiao had once told him: Earthlings were once called the Demon Clan, and now, so-called "demonic sects" had actually appeared on Earth. With Lin Yixiao gone, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sorrow.

The disciples of the Tianling Sect were furrow-browed, while Wei Tianxiang and Suo Yunfei remained calm. However, Lin Yifei’s condition was deteriorating, his inner turmoil growing deeper, and a look of pain often crossed his face.

The reason he hadn't suggested sending Master Lu while they were still on the mountain was simply to suppress first and elevate later, all for the sake of earning favor.

She couldn't help but laugh, explaining to him that she had run a few steps on her way over and perhaps been a bit too energetic.