Chapter 54: The New Little Brother

A gentle breeze swept across the outdoors, carrying a salty, fishy tang in the air. Huo Zheng, returning home from work, glanced at the nearby sea and felt that a typhoon was approaching.

He quickened his pace toward home, and the very first thing he did upon arrival was to reinforce the chicks' coop.

Once everything was tidied up, he washed his hands and stepped inside.

Lu Mingyue was having a contest with the two children to see who could flatten the dumpling wrappers the fastest, next to a bamboo drying mat piled high with already-wrapped dumplings.

Hearing him enter, she looked up and smiled, saying, "You've returned just in time—"

Having only heard of it by reputation, he had never laid eyes on the actual item. Seeing that the medicinal pill was entirely snow-white and lustrous, while exuding an extraordinary fragrance, he could not help but indulge in some guesswork.

He was truly anxious; the previous warnings sent down by the Jade Emperor were so severe in their phrasing that they left him feeling deeply unsettled and apprehensive.

"That makes sense. Just judging by the name, it seems to be related to medicine. I understand now!" Lu Dongbin slapped his forehead, and everyone turned to look, including the Jade Emperor.

"They can simply choose a new Heavenly Sovereign instead. Is there really any need to drag God Mo down with them?" Wufeng said with a smile.

He exchanged a few words with the staff member selling snacks, who immediately brought out a "Closed for Maintenance" sign. The queue of snack buyers grumbled before gradually dispersing.

Because of the summer heat, the paper-pasted lattice windows were propped wide open, and Xiang Gang was leaning right against the corridor pillar beside the window, hearing every single word clearly.

After coming to an agreement, Wang Heng smiled and said, "Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival. We shall celebrate our victory this evening and reward the entire army!" As soon as his voice fell, the crowd let out a thunderous cheer.

His flight speed was the worst among the seven spiritual sovereigns, requiring the assistance of a mist-cloud beast. To think he would actually be the second to arrive here.

Hearing Kazama Bawanmaru refer to his younger brother with such sarcasm, Kazama Kojiro grew furious. Before any torture could be inflicted upon him, Sasaki and Bawanmaru had paraded their father-son dynamic right in front of him, filling Kazama Kojiro with a gnashing, bone-deep hatred.

Fortunately, over the past five years, the standard design of the source-suppression handcuffs had not changed significantly. Drawing on his own experience, Fei Junshuai easily dismantled the core source-suppression system embedded within the handcuffs.

"Come with me to New York for a trip. Li Yunxin tried to hang herself with an electrical cord last night." After ending the call, Gu Cheng concisely explained the gist of his conversation to Li Ying.

Perhaps in the future, once Sun Xia's cultivation reached a higher level, other methods might present themselves. However, for now, he could simply forget about possessing an avatar-like Dharma likeness in the manner of Sun Buxing.

Everything he chose was for the sake of the sword, and for the people whose burdens that sword carried. Because the people who mattered most to him were fundamentally righteous, he chose to shoulder righteousness itself. Yet, what if one day those people fell into mortal danger? Righteousness? What on earth was that?

The Spring Festival of the 33rd year of the Republic was fast approaching. Because Chen Fei was exceptionally busy every day going out to reconnoiter the terrain, Old Zhangtou could not bring himself to ask whether the brothers might be allowed to liven things up a bit and have a drink on New Year's Eve.

When the sound was heard once more, the poisonous miasma surrounding them began to slowly dissipate. Coming into view, the Yin Serpent knelt on one leg, blood flowing freely from its wounds. At that moment, Ning Xiaoyu lowered his gaze to the dragon blade in his hand and declared, "You have lost!" No sooner had the words left his mouth than a massive mouthful of blood violently surged from Ning Xiaoyu's lips.

I am someone who believes that future technology will save the world, so I have no intention of studying how to compromise oneself to avoid the "Wind-Forest-Mountain style pitfalls" as a writer. A person with genuine ideas should not waste time on a skill that will be rendered obsolete within two to three years.

Unable to help himself, he halted in his tracks and broke into a furious tirade. Concentric ripples of wrathful sonic waves rippled outward, causing someone a thousand meters away to shudder involuntarily, the corners of their mouth twitching violently.

Looking at the scene before him, Mao Renfeng never even entertained the thought of resisting. He was Chiang's direct subordinate, and moreover, a figure personally placed into the Military Statistics Bureau by Chiang himself to keep Dai Li in check. Without Chiang's explicit authorization, would Dai Li ever dare to lead troops to surround him?

The cold, stern shout had barely faded when Song Zheng directly manipulated a formless giant hand, curling it into a fist and smashing it heavily into a patch of open ground beside Tianyu. Sand, gravel, and masonry were blasted airborne by the sheer force of the impact, and the earth trembled incessantly, leaving Tianyu's heart filled with terror.