Volume One, Chapter 54: Mocking My Mother—Utter Folly

“What? A vegetative state?” The doctor’s words pierced deeply into Qingxin’s chest like a sharp thorn.

The terrifying force of the Chi family rose like a dark horse, instilling fear in every terrorist organization across the nations.

Meanwhile, the ice shard in Gu Junmo’s arms had unknowingly closed its eyes long ago, seemingly sleeping peacefully, utterly undisturbed by the troubles around.

Lin Feng’s soul floated amid the mist, transparent and faintly visible. His brows were tightly furrowed. Suddenly, an angry roar erupted from him, reverberating through the misty space and causing it to tremble ever so slightly. Could this mist be a living entity?

A sudden force caused Ye Zhiyu’s body to lean backward, destabilized, as she watched the man’s raised hand about to strike down. Almost instinctively, she turned her head and tightly shut her eyes.

With Xue Wu’s assurance, Cuixiang felt even more at ease. After all, Mu Yi was only a Taoist priest, and in Cuixiang’s heart, he lacked the authority and credibility that Xue Wu, as the team leader, commanded.

At that moment, as Chen Yufan stirred the wings of downfall behind him, a jet-like accelerator ignited behind him, propelling him forward with tremendous speed.

“It’s alright, let’s go, prepare for boarding.” Bao Feiyang lifted the suitcase and strode toward the security checkpoint.

Watching O’Neill Bunch’s departing figure, Song Can’s heart suddenly felt overshadowed by a foreboding cloud. He sensed that his peaceful life here was about to end once more.

Los’s eyes burned with intensity as he stared at Chen Yufan. At that moment, he almost screamed, but in the face of hope, even Los grew anxious.

“Lian Yuda, you actually harbored murderous intent against me!” However, who was Liu Yansong? In terms of cultivation, he was two levels above Lian Yuda. Being a special forces veteran, Liu Yansong was naturally highly sensitive to murderous intent. Lian Yuda’s thoughts could not possibly escape his perception.

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“Yes, sir!” The staff member bowed deeply to Chen Zaixing, then stepped back two paces before turning and exiting.

After the incident involving Lü Mingzhi, Liu Yansong believed Pan Jianyi would surely come to his senses. At this time, Su Jingshuo had not launched an attack, so Liu Yansong was unwilling to be the villain.

Regarding the wireless shares, the Li family held more than Uncle Shao Liu, but because Uncle Shao Liu had the support of many shareholders, he wrested the chairman position of the board from the Li family, or rather, from Li Xiaohuo and his wife.

A loud shout, like rolling thunder, suddenly awakened those blinded by greed, causing each of them to feel a chill down their spines, shivering all over.

Li Xing sat at the far right seat during the press conference. Being a relatively unknown and very young face to the reporters, he immediately attracted many curious glances.

“Where can I go?” I only asked this one question, for I never intended to go anywhere.

Breaking through, the surroundings were towering snow-capped mountains, with verdant valleys below. In the distance, rainbows arched across the sky. Zhu Hong and Yue Pan bowed respectfully, with Nangong Yan leading the group, followed by Yueya and others.

After Li Mingda directly approved this approach, it was handed over to Fang Xuanling for handling. Whether anyone below complained was left for Fang Xuanling to manage.

The middle-aged man did not hesitate, handing everything to Qin Wuyang. Qin Wuyang frowned as a familiar scent reached him. This was their organization’s style, each department trying to conceal its actions, just like an old veteran once described: a startled fox.

Qin Zhen happened to master a technique that could achieve this effect. Whether it would work or not, Qin Zhen decided to give it a try.

“I am a madman, so what? Even if I die, I will drag you down with me.” Liang Xiao struggled, trying to break through the layers of white cloud-like things, his voice cold as he spoke to Wu Dongtian.

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This abyss was the most terrifying presence within the Baishuitai. Whoever descended would die. Liang Xiao believed that even Huazhongying and Jiang Shuiliu would not risk it lightly. If they killed Zhai Tianlin or failed to find him, they would immediately leave this perilous place.

“Second Young Master, I hope you are well. Listen to me, go back. The Xu clan needs you.” His voice was choked with emotion, clearly unable to accept seeing the once formidable Second Young Master reduced to this state.

Lu Xiangming shook his head and sighed as he signed his name on the contract presented by Chen Xinghua.

It was already late at night; the doctors in Jiandong County had long closed shop. Moreover, the commotion near the county office kept every household indoors, so Lord Du had to exert great effort to find a doctor willing to open their door.

Xie Lu, seeing the spirit beast pouch on Xing Chu, was not surprised. Such things existed on the High Continent, so it was not unusual. Those destined for greatness had some luck, which was normal.

Han Yi laughed heartily for a moment, but his voice abruptly stopped as the Purple Sky Sword pierced through his throat. Blood dripped onto the floor—Han Yi was clearly beyond hope.

This unknown entity had no eyes, ears, mouth, or nose; it did not know whether its feet were attached to its arms or its tail to its head. Yet, it possessed its own consciousness. To use a folk term, it believed it was perhaps, seemingly, or should be the legendary and infamous lost soul or wandering ghost.