Volume One, Chapter 63: A Clash of Parenting Philosophies—Whose Advice Should I Follow?

Ji’s mother and Ji Junshan didn’t arrive at the hospital until midday the next day.

In the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, there was an impatience and anticipation she couldn’t conceal.

The moment she saw the four children lying in the bed, her eyes lit up instantly. The cloth bundle in her hand fell to the floor with a soft thud, and she rushed to the bedside in a few hurried steps, her rough hands trembling as she longed to embrace one, then reach out to touch another.

“Heavens above!” Her voice was choked with emotion. “Four precious grandchildren! Yanran, you truly are the pride of our Ji family!” Her calloused palm gently stroked each child’s little face, her eyes gradually reddening. “Just look at these little faces, how handsome they are!”

Ji Junshan followed behind his mother...

Beneath the black helmet of the Demon Warrior, his eyes seemed already to have caught the movements of Ye Tian and Hanako Matsushima. A murderous aura burst forth, bearing down on the two of them.

At that very moment, Wu Yaoming also leapt into action, executing a move called “Thunderclap,” his legs blurring into a flurry of afterimages as he launched a lightning-fast assault against Ronald.

Lalu was the first to strike. Four black wings unfurled from his back, their feathers shimmering with a dark sheen as they scattered through the air. The evil power they exuded tainted the atmosphere.

Ye Feng pressed his hand to the opening Lin Yunzi had made, quickly forming a series of seals as he muttered under his breath... Finally, with his index and middle fingers extended toward the depths of the hole, an immense suction surged forth from his fingertips.

A crisp, resounding slap echoed through the forest, and both sides of Shangguan Ji’s face swelled.

Faced with such a situation, no rational person could have deduced the cause.

“There are countless experts between heaven and earth; mere practitioners at the Enlightenment stage are but ants—what’s there to boast about?” Though the words didn’t admit it outright, the implication was clear.

Zhao Shang shot a quick glance at Xia Huo. The bare bone exposed was a ghastly sight. Even if they managed to save Xia Huo, what good would it do? Missing an arm—especially his dominant one—how could he ever fight again?

Now, the entire second floor of this house had been transformed by Anna into a massive laboratory. Although Anna claimed the equipment was outdated cast-offs from others, in Fang Yichen’s eyes, it was already novel and advanced.

Only the simplest, most reliable, and easiest-to-operate technology is truly practical. Otherwise, like the current state of nuclear power, it sounds impressive, but the complexity of operation is staggering. It might work smoothly, but the hidden risks are many.

Some wealthy cultivators use supreme spirit stones or swallow high-grade pills in their training. Yet, no matter how refined the pills, no matter how pure the energy within the supreme stones, it can’t compare to even a tenth of the spiritual energy inside the Jade Gourd.

Thinking of this, Shang Yuan couldn’t help but sigh. From this perspective, the more technologically advanced and information-rich a society is, the more sellers of “success theory” will emerge. If Lu Huitian were asked to believe in the goodness of human nature, he would probably reply, with some difficulty, “Can we not talk about trust? It’s too awkward.”

In front of the department store, a stretched luxury RV had been waiting for some time. As soon as the two emerged, a man around thirty stepped out, respectfully took the shopping bag from Zhang Tiansong, and opened the car door for him.

The military academy, founded not long after the Battle of Liu’s Outpost, lacked many real-life cases, so the Battle of Liu’s Outpost became a classic in their curriculum.

Experts believe that in basketball tournaments like these, you might serve others for years, even decades, but when you feel you lack nothing, even centuries later, you’ll want to enjoy being the boss yourself.

Don’t believe those so-called “principles” of the immortals. They’ve been driven by debt and a zero-consumption lifestyle to a terrifying greed for money and cash—beyond your imagination.

Some things He Ming can’t do in reality, so in the game, Ab King repeatedly demonstrates his greatest abilities. For example, transforming into a super sun—fine, He Ming could illuminate many universes, but to reach the multiverse level? He can only dream.

I released my arm, picked up the cloud-patterned blanket, wrapped it around myself, and walked barefoot across the floor to the bedside, feeling a heavy weight with every step.

I nodded, agreeing with what Lu Mochuan had said. Only then did I go back to say goodbye to my parents and hurried home that very night.

He thought of the snow and ice under the sun, melting gradually in the warmth until nothing remained, not even the faintest trace.

Just as I was contemplating how to escape, a noise came from the doorway. I shut my eyes in a panic, pretending not to notice. There was movement at the iron door, but for a long time, no one entered.

If I hadn’t heard those words myself, I would have thought the Celestial Lord was in seclusion. I felt a bit aggrieved—not because of Fuling, but because the Celestial Lord was deliberately avoiding me. Now, he’s the only immortal I can consult for advice.

After several rounds of working together, the three grew closer. Ling Xiao’s way of addressing Ye Fan also changed, from “Brother Ye” to simply “Ye Fan.”

The Six-Eared Macaque didn’t answer Pan Chen, but turned to Lady White Bone, who was responsible for preparing the demon king’s gathering. Seeing this, Lady White Bone quickly addressed Pan Chen.

While eagerly absorbing the life force pouring from the Holy Grail, he remained on guard, soon sensing something amiss.

“A chamber pot…” Old Master Lin twisted the meaning of the words, being unreasonable as he reneged. “When did my things become so worthless? I’m not giving it to you! No, you can’t have it!” With that, he actually reached out to snatch it back.

Xu Ziying would never know that she had a habit in her drawings—she’d always sign them with her own special mark.

“But in the past, Shen Xiuze would only overbearingly snatch you away from others. Just now, he saw that you wanted to be with me, so he let go.”

Ren Jiaming said that Wu Xiaohua became a vegetable because Ren Jiancheng beat her. Ren Jiancheng was an alcoholic who would abuse his wife every time he got drunk. In over twenty years of marriage, Wu Xiaohua had been beaten over a hundred times and had become a regular at the hospital.