Chapter 118: The Tragedy of Ten Years

Ten years ago, in a mountain village two kilometers from Maria Hospital, a very peaceful afternoon unfolded.

Inside a dilapidated house, a woman busily wielded a spatula over the stove while humming a tune, her face glowing with happiness.

Today was Dong Feipeng’s birthday. In previous years, the family of three would prepare several tables of delicious dishes at home to celebrate.

But this year, the children’s father had received a raise and a promotion at work, doubling his salary.

By coincidence, it happened to fall on the child’s birthday.

Yet even if Lan Jinger had realized what was happening, it would have been useless, because she had no idea how to withdraw those bolts of lightning.

Fortunately, Zhang Mingyu was fairly clever. Under Zhao Shi’s gentle coercion, inspiration finally struck, and he came up with a last resort.

The moment he boarded the transport ship, Xuan Xiao looked toward the sky and saw Long Zhan. His brows immediately drew together.

In the living room, a middle-aged man with long, jet-black hair cascading to his waist sat casually on the sofa in a bathrobe. Wisps of otherworldly, Taoist detachment emanated from him, yet a trace of evil lurked in his deep, dark eyes.

Then Saint Puths’s gaze sharpened at once as he turned toward Shi An, who looked utterly bewildered and seemingly had no idea why he had come. At the same time, his magical power ceased fluctuating and suddenly surged.

Naturally, this had been ordered by Saint Puths. Otherwise, with Lan Jinger’s talkative nature, she would never have been able to hold on to that ball of fire.

Long Aotian’s expression turned ugly. Of course he did not want Ye Xuan to punish his own child, but there was nothing he could say.

Ever since entering the Golden Flame Pool, it had tempered its physical body, and its thousand feelers had grown even more flexible and resilient. Otherwise, it could never have pierced a full meter into the War God’s manifestation. That form was condensed from pure energy, although Lin Feng had deliberately held back a little.

Li Minggang and the other seven saw Lin Feng suffer a hidden blow through his carelessness and realized that the time had come to attack.

Xu Feng was completely unconcerned about this. He had only wanted to ask a few questions in the first place.

Before long, a pale-green figure appeared before Qin Han, accompanied by a delicate fragrance like that of roses—the immortal fairy.

The so-called Jianzheng attire was adapted from traditional Chinese clothing. Its defining features were its precise, straight-cut tailoring, a broad belt cinched around the waist, and sleeves slightly wider than those of ordinary long-sleeved garments, making it very convenient for concealing things.

The Grand Dowager was puzzled to see Li Shishui return so soon after leaving. Then she heard what he had to say.

In the past, he had paid no attention to Tang Yu, believing him merely lucky. Now, however, he could not help taking a proper look at him.

“You are not qualified to negotiate terms with us.” The bearded bandit leader flicked his long saber upward, slicing open the cloth sack. At once, a dazzling array of cloth coins spilled through the tear.

Moreover, An Shi had used her status as the Madame’s close friend from her maiden days to maintain an excellent relationship with the young master. After all this commotion, it would be strange if the Madame’s situation did not become complicated.

If any one of the three Elder Ge and his companions were struck and wounded by Zhang Yunlei’s sudden ambush, the three of them would be unable to withstand Zhang Yunlei’s attacks, and their advantage would be completely reversed.

The man in green gave a contemptuous smile and raised his arm, preparing to lash out again. But then there came a cry of pain. The man in green had flung away his own whip and was clutching his wrist, howling.

Xu Junlan was gentle by nature and would not easily harden her heart. But once she made up her mind to do so, no one could persuade her otherwise.

Peasant uprisings, starving refugees taking up arms, evil cults throwing the world into chaos—who suffers the greatest losses? If killing a thousand enemies means losing eight hundred of my own, I’ll still do it! And I’ll do it better than anyone.

The two showed no fear and kept firing. Several soldiers of the Blood God Army fell into the mud before they even had the chance to fire a shot.

Several elders from the other sects also shook their heads softly in succession. Qing Tianzi’s wishful thinking was simply too perfect. The Jade-Blood Coral Palace was precious, certainly, but it could only neutralize poison and replenish a little spiritual energy.