Volume One, Chapter 26: Who Truly Did the Favor?

Mrs. Liu felt a deep ache in her heart. She walked over and gently stroked Pei Jingran’s back without saying a word.

Inside the hospital ward, the four Ye brothers and the Second Elder each occupied a bed, lying there quietly. Because both his arms were in casts, the Second Elder could not move them at all; he could only lie on the bed with his eyes closed, working to neutralize the internal energy left behind by Wang Chen. After a long while, he finally exhaled a long breath.

As Wuyan spoke, she stepped out of the carriage. Upon looking up, she saw hundreds of students. Aside from those she had seen at the teahouse yesterday, there were some unfamiliar faces—likely people who had been incited, or perhaps some who had no clear understanding of the situation at all.

Qingrong did not see Ni Lingge in the living room, but she did notice her mobile phone resting on the coffee table.

Those words finally brought them back to their senses, and they were instantly overcome with excitement. In a frenzy of joy, they rushed out and ran toward the main gate. The puppet guards patrolling outside the prison were tackled and killed before they could even send out a warning.

"Let’s fight to the death..." Inspired by Chu Huaichen’s words, the brothers’ blood boiled. Each of their faces was filled with a look of fearless resolve; it was clear that in their battle against the Japanese invaders, they had long since stopped caring about their own lives.

When Xi’er performed, he wore elaborate stage makeup. Now that he had washed his face clean, those who had never seen him before could not immediately recognize him.

Concerned that there might be others in the restroom, Wen Yao walked over to Gu Yu and whispered into his ear on tiptoe.

"Doctor, you must tell me what the situation is exactly," Shen Shi urged, his eyes filled with deep unease.

Qiao Ye couldn't help but shrink his neck. He turned his head to the other side and pretended to be talking to Bai Shao, ignoring his mother’s fierce gaze.

As Tang Mu approached the survivor settlement currently under construction at the foot of Phoenix Mountain with the survivors, they were immediately spotted by the patrolling squad. However, upon realizing it was Tang Mu, the evolved fighters broke into cheers.

It was not Ronaldo, Romario, Ronaldinho, or Rivaldo—those world-renowned giants of football—but Juninho, who played for Lyon. Yet, as for this so-called "admiration," Victor was more interested in learning the secrets of Juninho’s free-kick technique.

As he spoke, he took a glowing bead from his inventory. Although it didn't provide much light, it was enough to barely make out the surroundings.

Compared to the worried expression Sonoda Fu wore at that moment, Ketsuzaki Kaori looked entirely pleased, as if her injuries were of no consequence. She observed him with a playful gaze, appearing quite satisfied with his performance.

Once he finished speaking, over a dozen ship staff members led the examinees to various other rooms.

From the eyes of the "bloody corpse," terrifying beams of crimson light suddenly shot forth, and dark red necrotic energy continuously billowed from its body, filling the air with a sudden, pungent stench.

After walking for about an hour, Su Ming and the others followed behind Lin Mang until they arrived at a place filled with peach blossoms.

"Yang County?" Qin Wan looked puzzled. Although she had been in Jinzhou for over a month, she was truly unfamiliar with the surrounding prefectures and counties.

Was Victor an excellent player? Without a doubt. As the top scorer of the Italian Serie A last season, his goal count in the Champions League was also among the top, trailing only Messi, Cristiano Ronaldo, and Neymar.

Previously, Ye Yao had thought that the statue of the Candle Dragon did not conflict with his primordial soul. Now, he realized that since the soul was an ethereal entity that did not require a statue, the purpose of the statue was naturally to imprison the soul.

Meanwhile, Xiao Chengyang stood there with dark circles under his eyes, completely unaware of Lin Tao’s hostile glare.

Right in the center of the mountain range, a massive, golden, hazy long sword hovered silently. It emitted ripples and halos of light, like a dewdrop falling onto the surface of a calm lake, instantly sending tremors through the water.

As soon as Gu Mian finished speaking, the expressions of the judges became profound, and they all looked toward Ye Qingxin.

After finishing a pot of wine, Yun Qingyu felt a bit more sober. Checking the time and seeing little remained, he jumped down from the windowsill and paced slowly across the ninth floor, searching for a way to undo the Immortal’s Golden Hook.

Private chat? Lu Chen’s heart stirred. He was about to check his private chat channel, but decided against it, turning his attention instead to the white candle in his hand.

They were also present; they had heard the argument between Zhao Fuxiang and Chen Mingxia. If Chen Mingxia were to take back the pledge of alliance now, the label of being ungrateful would immediately be branded upon him.

Jiang Ying looked around and, seeing a large rock not far away, pushed Yan Lixi toward it.

All around were landscape trees trimmed into various shapes. The sky revealed long-lost stars and a moon, but the colors of the moon and stars were blood-red, giving off a heavy, oppressive feeling.

When Katori Beniying found him, she had neither the intent to provoke nor the desire to apologize; she simply spoke a few words to the senior.

Back then, in order to marry the woman of his dreams, his father had acted like a subservient child, agreeing to many "unequal treaties" with the Lin family.

As a waiter at the Falling Heaven, I had at least that much discernment; those who came here were either wealthy or noble.

This was a crystal-clear war banner, emitting five-colored divine light. The surface of the banner was forged from the hides of five different beasts; if one observed closely, they could perceive five distinct powers capable of swallowing the heavens.

Sure enough, as soon as Chu Xiaoyue finished her sentence, she noticed that the atmosphere in the conference room had changed.

"Moreover, I clearly remember that I couldn't see anything through the two holes in the eye sockets of the mask! Combined with the terrifying scene behind the mask last time, all of this seems to confirm that Empress Mechang was indeed dismembered after her death," Tang Feng struggled to recall every detail from his dream.

Equipped with the Eight Swords of the King of Yue bestowed by Zhao Gao, the strength of the three of them barely reached the Heaven-tier. Though not quite on par with Yan Ri, Jing Ni, or Xuan Jian, their power was still top-tier.

All of Wang Zhen’s fans were shouting for the ultimate victor, the eternal winner of the boxing ring, Wang Zhen. Wang Zhen picked up the trophy belonging to the champion and accepted the worship of all the spectators.

High-kicking David Liya in the head—imagining this scene, Wang Zhen seemed to see the "Bearded Killer," known for his tight defense and proud resilience in the ring, being knocked down by his own leg on the GLORY stage.