Chapter 34: But none of those were gifts from Mother.

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When Zhang Yong saw Qu Pan, he became so agitated that he tried to sit up, but Huo Runduo promptly pressed him back onto the bed.

“Madam, it was all my fault...” Zhang Yong’s face was filled with shame.

Zhang Yong had been injured by her and had only barely been saved from the brink of death. If anyone ought to feel ashamed, it should have been her. Why was Zhang Yong ashamed? Qu Pan frowned.

“Back then, after Madam gave birth to the young master, the midwife said that you had stopped breathing. But the young marshal refused to believe it and would not let anyone bury you. He even ignored the commander-in-chief’s transfer order, so I...”

Zhang Yong glanced guiltily at Chu Hanliang, who was sitting on the sofa by the window. He swallowed hard and continued with difficulty.

“I knocked out the young marshal, then sent two soldiers under my command to wrap you in a quilt, carry you away, and bury you.”

As soon as Zhang Yong finished speaking, ...

Lu You secretly ground his teeth, cursing the person who had designed this trap and hidden the treasures in the secret chamber over and over in his heart. Unable to restrain himself, he walked to the corner and casually picked up the wooden chest from the floor.

For a family to prosper for generations, it had to seize every opportunity. If it merely clung to the foundation laid down by its elders, it would sooner or later exhaust its resources and vanish beneath the river of history.

At that thought, Mo Ke’s hand trembled. In the next instant, three steel pellets shot toward the shadow at astonishing speed.

If even the judgment of the laws of heaven and earth could not make him disappear, how could it do so now, when the Heavenly Dao itself was broken and this was merely the weakest remnant of it?

It was already nearly noon, the time when yang energy was strongest. Yet in a place whose feng shui arrangement was almost perfect, a dense aura of yin had appeared. Clearly, something was wrong.

Several lead pellets fired from the darkness spun through the air, leaving behind glaring scorch marks before hurtling viciously toward Luo Lin’s waist.

It was called that because the crystal stones looked somewhat like ordinary rocks, yet contained enormous energy. That energy could replenish an esper’s reserves or be consumed as a source of power, making them extraordinarily convenient.

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Recalling the helplessness and despair she had once experienced, Lin Bixiao suddenly felt as though those events belonged to another lifetime.

Lewis, pierced through by the long spear, landed steadily on the ground with a thud. Hearing the muffled crash in the distance, he said to Meng Qi, “...”

Meng Qi could hardly imagine how much suffering Mu Jinxin had endured during that process, or how much slander she had borne.

After that day, the Queen of Yin slightly altered her attire. She had once worn a black robe with a black veil covering her face. Now the robe remained black, but the veil had been changed to gold, giving her an entirely different air.

“All right.” Long Wuming and the others answered in unison. The next moment, the four of them split up and walked toward the collapsed area from four different directions.

Thus, on Mengqiluo Star, one bright afternoon beneath a sky blue as freshly washed silk, every mage’s tower bathed in golden sunlight.

No god knew what had happened to Demogorgon in the Plane of Io. The gods, including the demon lords, all believed that Io’s strength was only slightly greater than Demogorgon’s. Otherwise, how could Demogorgon have fought Io in a months-long battle across the plane?

“Abus, we did not come here for sightseeing. Please do not waste our precious time on some boring merchant ship.” Lane straightened his clothes and put on the triangular hat lying on the table. The eagle emblem of the Dutch Navy glittered in the candlelight. He then put on a stern expression and began lecturing his nephew, his voice both severe and faintly affectionate.

The battle had reached a critical moment. With every passing breath, another merfolk warrior fell. The grass before the castle had been dyed into an ocean of pale-blue blood, so blue that it made anyone who looked upon it shudder.

Yet Yan Qingming did not retreat. He maintained his relentless determination to fight to the death, but he did not die.

There was certainly enough to raise them. Naturally, every mongrel dog would get a large bone to gnaw on. That counted as their bonus, too. Good grief...

“Unless I see him hacked into pieces with my own eyes, I won’t believe his son is dead even if Ximen Xiongkui tells me so.” Liu Yunxiu shook his head with a laugh.

“All right, you old dragon. How old are you now? Why are you still so hot-tempered?” Qi Yuling teased Long Tian.

Boom!

By then, Xu Bufan had used up even the strength required to walk. At last, he returned to his residence and entered the bedroom on the second floor. With a loud thud, he collapsed onto the bed. Time passed, and before long, a new day arrived.

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The branch on the ground had snapped, leaving only the portions extending from the nearby trees. Ye Mo struck several more times with his sword, and at once the heavens and earth fell clear.

Naturally, there was no need to think twice about it. In the cultivation world of Zhao, all four of these materials were exceedingly rare and precious. Time drifted slowly onward, and in the blink of an eye, the following day arrived. Xu Bufan had not cultivated that night; he had simply slept.

But the more she struggled against him, the tighter Lu Yichen held her. In the end, Cheng Haian surrendered and remained in his arms.

Su Xue had not wanted to go at first, but when she saw the pleading look in her younger sister’s eyes, she had no choice but to nod.

Yet against a top-tier expert like the Venomous Spider, his meager abilities seemed utterly insignificant.

After leaving the courier station, Fazheng took a carriage straight to the governor’s residence. Once Fazheng announced his name, the soldiers went to report his arrival. Before long, Liu Xiu came out personally to greet him.

The second attack struck Mu Yuan, yet once again it failed to stir even the slightest ripple.

“I’m coming with you!” Lan Jianxin shouted anxiously, then hurried after him. Two figures chased downward, one following closely behind the other.

It was now September of the year 194. The autumn air was crisp and invigorating. From the broad breast of the fields came a long, leisurely breath, while the trees and crops all around began to sway in the gentle breeze. The leaves seemed to grow calm and spacious.

When Liu Peng saw the video, he flew into a rage. He slammed his phone heavily onto the ground, where it bounced and rolled before coming to a stop. By then, Liu Peng had completely lost the calm, composed demeanor he had always maintained.

That was because, during the period of his observation, he had seen several prominent figures unexpectedly come to visit the impoverished young man, who looked as wretched as a beggar.

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