26 Elder Brother

She was truly terrified just now. Although she had mentally prepared herself, she never expected the old wretch to be so depraved. He had been far too impatient, beginning to unbutton his clothes right in front of Liang Fei.

Prince Fu had his own palace, though it certainly could not compare in luxury to the imperial capital of Yingtian. Having profited from the Fuzhou maritime trade, the Prince was undoubtedly wealthy, yet he remained remarkably low-key—a testament to his self-discipline and forbearance.

Li Yongle cast a look of disdain at Dale, whose fat wobbled as he wore a fawning expression, and rose to leave.

Toyota Tsubaki heard the sound of movement. Though the thick fog obscured his vision, he could sense that someone was present.

"Good!" Yan Yuan nodded with a smile, rising to his full height. He strode out of the command tent and stood before it, personally acting as guardian for Xie Wuji.

King of the Wisdom Treasure Tree’s "Great Radiant Fist" captured the profound essence and spirit of the technique; every strike carried an air of vastness and brilliance. It was a pity, however, that his external cultivation was a notch below Xie Wuji’s.

"I am well aware, but I am a member of this nation now. Even though this country has done wrong, I will still fight for it until the very last moment," Miyamoto Musashi declared.

Upon receiving the news, Zhou Lie felt a surge of curiosity, but more than that, a sense of triumph. Whether Lin Chen had died back then or not, he was now firmly in his grasp.

His grandfather was perhaps the only elder he had left. As the years passed and things did not always go as planned, Li Yongle sincerely invited him to visit China after finally relinquishing his power.

"After I am gone, both of you should leave as well. Go back to your own homes," Shang Shitu instructed before drawing his final breath.

"Elder Gu, I will always cherish the cultivation the Shenfeng Academy has provided me over the years; I shall never forget it. But because I killed a member of the Misty Peak, the Mingyue Academy will surely hold a grudge against this school. From today on, I am no longer a member of the Shenfeng Academy. Please announce this to the world," Li Qing said in a deep, resolute voice.

Faced with the scattering fugitives, Li Qing was in no rush. His soul bead suddenly appeared, and an invisible energy radiated from it, expanding outward in a perfect circle.

***

However, once the hall masters caught sight of the Golden Armor and the Colorful Wings, they had no intention of listening to Wang Chen’s explanations.

Young Master Liu, in his puppet body, could shed no tears, but his heart was bleeding. Never since his transmigration had he felt such a heavy, suffocating sensation. Overwhelmed by immense grief and despair, he even forgot to immediately rush forward to engage the black-robed cultivator in battle.

It took a long time to finish the bowl of medicine. Ni Xin’er nearly forced herself to hold back her tears as she watched her father’s pale complexion. Even drinking medicine seemed such a struggle for him, and he had lost his former vigor, replaced by a trace of helplessness in his eyes. She knew then that her father was truly ill—gravely ill.

The man who had been betrayed looked at his companion in disbelief, calling out, "Big Brother..." It was laughable.

"Got it, I’m going now!" Le Yi hung up with a snap, feeling a sense of delight in her heart.

When he spoke those words, I could feel an instant aura emanating from him, one that bore a striking resemblance to my own "dominance."

The room was empty, save for the remains of two broken wooden stools and a frying pan with a deeply dented bottom.

Aba’s logic was that even if you were sent by the Game Chu faction and were better at video games than me, you certainly couldn't beat my punching power. Back when I was in the SWAT team, my right-handed punch was among the best, once recording a force of 500 kilograms.

Seeing that I had made up my mind and knowing he couldn't stop me, Xiang Yi agreed to mark out a plot of wasteland for me. He promised to provide as many preferential terms as possible, noting that the village would waive all fees for the first three years. After that, once there were profits, a land-use fee would be charged. The agreement would take effect as soon as the village committee signed it in a few days.

Xiao Qing raised an eyebrow at him and curled her lip, then turned and walked into the house. Mo Ke took a deep breath and followed behind, looking dejected.

Not content with merely leaning in Mo Ke’s arms, Xiao Qing pulled her hand away to stroke his arm. Only then did she realize his arm was abnormally hard—not at all like the firmness of muscle.

To call the stethoscope made of bamboo and duck intestines on the table a divine artifact would be an act of willful blindness; it lacked craftsmanship, had no aesthetic appeal, and one could still catch a whiff of the raw, fishy scent of duck intestines.

***

A-Er said, "Following the Young Master’s instructions, A-Da and the others built the watchtower against the mountain. Now, our tower is ten zhang taller than the Chaotic Rocks Mountain. Its presence is truly magnificent; it can be seen from ten miles away across the grasslands. It is, in every sense, the tallest tower in the world."

The man in yellow leather and the cowboy were also confused. Having no idea why they were being attacked, they began to fight back, and soon they were all brawling in a heap.

The man’s proud, icy expression flickered with a hint of panic, and his face turned completely grim.

Although Uncle Ji had personally finished off the zombie that killed Aunt Xiaoli, the event remained a source of deep remorse. He regretted not arriving at the wedding in time and failing to protect her.

Luo Zhibin used only the "Retreating Fist" from the Five Combat Fists, disdaining to use the others against the black man. He knew from the information Yan Le passed on that the man’s heart was on the right side, but not wanting to inflict fatal injuries, he aimed for the abdomen instead.

When Xiao Qing arrived at the steeple house, Yu Yun and Wang Shu were already prepared. The entire fourth courtyard was guarded so tightly that not even a fly could get in.

"First of all, everything about K5 was a setup. As for the goal, the tattooed man doesn’t even know. But he does know that the Mauser Group’s mission was to assist a mysterious group hidden in the shadows in hunting down various mercenaries. Those jamming devices were installed by the Mauser Group at the behest of that mysterious entity."

"Are you sure this is real? That the Sub-Wolf Gang... has no intention of genuinely cooperating with us?" After I finished my account, Purple Butterfly’s voice came through the communicator.