Chapter 65: Siblings and Dearest Kin

Professionals truly excel at professional work. By depicting personal experiences through meticulous details, they successfully win the empathy of readers. The book is not dull from the very beginning; although it suffers a great disadvantage in the theme of family harmony, it devotes considerable length to shaping the stereotype of the farmers in Jeonbuk, ultimately achieving a complete binding with this group.

Within this field, individuals capable of donning this persona are exceedingly rare, making it an absolute blue ocean for Cha Lun-hoo.

In Qi Yanmeng's view, Duan Feng must undoubtedly be enjoying Qu Linglong treating him this way; otherwise, why wouldn't he push Qu Linglong away?

However, Zhang Ping's execution of this diversionary technique was timed to absolute perfection, with no intention of actively harming his opponent. Therefore, at the very last moment, Yagyu Yukihime held back her inner energy, finally stopping her samurai sword just as the blade was about to harm the young man.

Duan Feng wanted to say thank you, but the words lingered on the tip of his tongue and were eventually swallowed back down into his stomach.

Having just shattered Hou Tonghai's celestial spirit, Zhang Ping assumed this young man would have been scared far away by now. To his utter astonishment, the youth swaggered right over to Zhang Ping's table to freeload food and drinks, looking entirely righteous—a sight that truly filled Zhang Ping with immense curiosity.

The long saber in his hand flashed with spiritual light, striking with full force against a massive boulder before him. Instantly, the rock pulverized into a sky full of dust, and the entire grand formation trembled as if amidst a landslide or a tsunami.

The two Fusang ronin clearly had not been staying here for a short time; although their spoken Chinese was not entirely clear, they had no trouble understanding it whatsoever. Following that, the two let out a furious roar of "Bakaero!" and drew their respective samurai swords, slashing directly toward Cheng Shifei's face.

The illness of the Duchess of Dingguo had dragged on for a long time, and despite exhausting all the finest medicines under heaven, she still failed to wait for the arrival of winter.

"I believe that with everyone's efforts, our Los Angeles will definitely become a better place," Qin Yi said with a gentle smile, giving people a feeling as pleasant as a spring breeze.

She certainly wouldn't be narcissistic enough to think he was following her; West City only had such a large cemetery, and his deceased parents were evidently buried here.

Xie Shu's fleeing footsteps were far too hurried. Guang Mohan gazed at Xie Shu's receding back for a long time before finally turning around, preparing to leave.

"The two of us are going to meet a powerful figure from another school to win him over to our faction." Compared to her sternness during meetings, Zhuang Mei now resembled a ray of sunshine, her brilliance so dazzling it made it hard to keep my eyes open.

"That is fine as well, but the remnants of the Demon God Palace have yet to be eradicated. Take more men with you," he added, seeming still somewhat uneasy, before turning to Shen Tianxing. "Feng'er will go with you as well. As for the duel, Uncle Bai and I will handle it ourselves."

A white radiance flickered faintly between heaven and earth, transforming into a flowing river. Yes, it was a white river that pierced through the entire darkness and traversed the entire body of the Flame Dragon. That blow was extremely soft, yet it carried a gentle, nurturing power.

"I thank the two of you for today's assistance. Until we meet again," he said, and immediately followed closely behind the green-haired man's footsteps. Fang Jin and the gray-robed man exchanged a glance, knowing the matter for today was thus settled, and both headed toward the outer perimeter of the forest.

Deep within that purgatory, a place surging with all the world's sinful demons, the dust was about to settle, and a trace of pure color had finally emerged in this world.

Naturally, under the suppression of the spiritual pressure, Lin Liang lacked the excess energy to conduct a meticulous inspection. However, based on the discerning eye Lin Liang had cultivated through years of smelting and nurturing, there should be no mistake.

In the past, the mere three words "Demon God Palace" would have sufficed for Su Huai to readily agree. Yet, after undergoing such prolonged tempering, the distinction between good and evil was no longer a simple matter of sect affiliation. Even if the Demon God Palace had committed countless misdeeds, he still needed to uncover the true origin and reason behind the events.

Finally, that single moment of time, magnified infinitely, came to an end. The Universe Blade and the brown clouds collided violently with the spatial vortex that had pierced through the void.

In truth, for Lin Liang, neither the words of Yue Xian'er nor the decisions she made were anything to be amused by. Just as the very first goal Lin Liang had set for himself after gaining the ability to cultivate was to ascend to the absolute peak of martial arts and see whether the scenery up there differed from what lay below.

After packing everything properly, Mu Zifei hoisted a bundle on his back, covered the outside of the bundle with a tree pot, wrapped two elephant tusks around his waist, and hopped in place. Feeling that everything was in order, he took his first steps deeper into the mountains.

"Perhaps he can resolve the issue by having a talk with Chekov," instructed Jiao Xiongfei, the Deputy Chief of Staff and Director of the Political Department, ordering that Chekov be immediately flown in from Beijing by a special aircraft.

The nearby mountain peaks seemed to reverberate with thunderous echoes, rumbling continuously to cheer and lend momentum to that single strike.

Obviously, the present state of the New Yorkers was actually not quite as good as that of the Cleveland Cavaliers; otherwise, they would not possibly be trailing by such a large margin of points at this moment.

"Indeed it is." Having said that, Lewandowski walked to the front, threw open his arms, and let out a roar to finish venting his emotions.

Jin Yuan vaulted over Abbiati's head. Just as the buck-toothed player kicked the ball, he had surged forward abruptly to guard against any missed shot he could tap in. However, he missed by just a fraction; he failed to reach the ball and nearly collided directly with the AC Milan goalkeeper.

He secretly glanced at the marten little girl beside him, who was also curiously pricking up her ears, and discovered that there was neither surprise nor dissatisfaction on her face, but rather an expression of absolute matter-of-factness.

Before he knew it, he found himself once again at that courtyard he had countless times yearned to enter. It was also the very courtyard that had led him to where he stood today. Standing there quietly for a moment, he finally pushed the door open gently.

After all, the hosts had treated them hospitably for so many days and had sent them so many gifts in various ways, making it difficult for the group to just turn a blind eye and pretend they saw nothing.

After the guarding sentry went in to seek instructions from the Empress and the other six individuals, he finally led Li Shimin into Feiyun Temple.

Then, as an azure beam of light imbued with the power of life merged into the young man's body, all the wounds on him returned to normal, and even his rigid limbs seemed to regain their warmth.