Chapter 36: The Lively Little Xun

As Jiang Chongyuan roared these words, Xiao Xun’er instinctively turned and clung to Yan Chaonian’s leg. Yan Chaonian bent down to scoop him up, telling Jiang Chongyuan, "He is my son."

Jiang Chongyuan’s voice drew Jiang Wencheng out, and upon hearing this, his eyes flashed with intense displeasure and realization. Yan Chaonian had no intention of entangling himself with the father and son any further and walked downstairs with Xiao Xun’er in his arms.

Downstairs, Zhang Jin hurried forward, "Madam, I—"

The crowd was bewildered; the origins and background of Lin Chen’s mentor were truly worth pondering.

Master Suxin, who had been unsettled after losing the Dragon Pearl, immediately found peace of mind once Yuan Li explained things and helped her see the bigger picture.

However, the matter still needed resolution, and all final decisions rested with Zhao Ji. After a long silence, Zhao Ji steadied his emotions and was the first to speak.

"Thank you, Lawyer Zhang. It’s getting late; why don't you stay for a simple meal?" Shen Yibin invited.

Although Feng Xue had identified the source of the data, he had no way to sever it, as he was only at the maturity stage and could not affect the Dark Zone.

"Bullshit!" Mayi roared, cutting him off. Yet, Mayi knew that some of what the Primeval Saint Demon said was true; in a head-on collision, he was indeed no match for him.

Being so blatantly ignored by Jun Yixiao, the elders of the Xiaoyao Palace who had accompanied the guards all darkened their expressions.

As it turned out, the achievement system here was nothing more than a record of trivial feats, providing only achievement point rewards and nothing more.

Lin Chong nodded. One hundred and fifty paces was roughly 225 meters. Elm was a hardwood; if an arrow could penetrate ten centimeters into elm, it could pierce standard armor. The lethality was truly terrifying.

Feng Xue sent a text to Xia Mi, but it indicated she was out of service range. Needless to say, she must have traveled through time again; after all, there were three free trips a year, and it would be a waste not to use them.

"Your lightning technique is decent, but your cultivation is too weak to be of any use." The giant palm slowed only for an instant before continuing to swoop down toward Wang Chong.

Ming Lang’s face grew even uglier. This was his own restaurant, and he was already regretting starting a fight here.

"I am curious. He always acts with such airtight precision, keeping even me in the dark. How did you find out?" A glimmer of curiosity reflected in An Yue’s dark, ink-like eyes.

Situ Hao only cast a deep look at her without saying a word, for the most pressing issue at hand was not the matter between them.

But beneath the water, there were only white sand, stones, and aquatic weeds. An occasional fish swam by, but there was no sign of Zhao Yufan.

After issuing the orders, he sent two soldiers with booming voices to the front of the Taoist temple to shout the message. Following the rule that important things must be said three times, the soldiers articulated clearly, shouting nine times in total—using the official language and two other dialects.

He had lost all ambition to contend for power, thinking only of escaping with his life today so that he could maintain his status through his other casinos.

Seeing the brawl between the lackeys begin, the diners fled in a panic, leaving without paying their bills.

The giant net descending upon Li Han shattered on its own, as the interwoven black threads were retracted into the instruments held by the dozen missionaries.

Distracted by Wen Xi’s words, Li Han lost his focus; Jing Hong seized the opportunity and kicked him away.

"Lin Chen, have a seat while I go prepare some food," Liu Xiaoxiao said once they entered the room.

It was said that this technique originated from the White-Headed Ancestor, but after learning it, he began to refine it. The version passed down through the years had benefited countless people.

The players below were beaming with joy, and even Victor’s close friends smiled, no longer questioning whether Hugo was a fool.

Amidst the cacophony of voices in the voice channel, the others did not hesitate to follow up. They unleashed their skills without reservation, giving Lucian no chance to escape. Before the knock-up effect had even faded, he was obliterated while still in mid-air.