Volume 1, Chapter 39: Don't Even Think About Rising Through Your Child

"What are you doing?"

A thunderous roar shook the air, deafening in its intensity. Chu Hanliang held Qu Pan and Chu Xiaoman close as he turned around—it was Qu Hanzhi!

"Muah, muah..."

Planting a kiss on each of their cheeks, Chu Hanliang smiled at the furious Qu Hanzhi, though the warmth never reached his eyes. "Naturally, I am celebrating our family of three finally being reunited."

Qu Hanzhi glared. "What reunion? I have a daughter and a grandson, but I have no son-in-law. Get out of here at once!"

Chu Xiaoman, with his small hands clutching each of them tightly, said nothing, merely furrowing his little brow as he glared back at the fierce-looking Qu Hanzhi. With his son backing him, Chu Hanliang looked down at Qu Hanzhi with an air of haughty arrogance.

Qu Hanzhi’s mustache bristled with rage. "Pan'er..."

One was her birth father, the other was her...

"What? Are you still intent on fighting?" Sensing the chilling, murderous aura permeating the air, Qian Yuan narrowed his eyes. The formidable power of a peak Dan-Transformation stage cultivator surged forth without reservation, instantly enveloping the three men.

Lin Anran closed her eyes and feigned sleep, choosing to act as if she did not exist. She couldn't help right now, so she figured she shouldn't make her presence known and cause more trouble for Rong Jin.

Lei Zhentian snapped out of his shock, still unable to believe what he was seeing. Countless martial arts and sword techniques—some intermediate, some advanced—were being unleashed.

Consequently, Jin Ge found himself constrained at every turn, unable to deploy his powerful swordsmanship. Murong Zhaoyun inwardly cursed Jin Ge for acting recklessly, but the situation had spiraled beyond her control.

Chu Yi was struck twice by Xu Loutian. He felt his movements become sluggish and restricted whenever he entered Xu Loutian's immediate vicinity, his techniques and energy drawn into the other's rhythm.

Ji Qingqing stepped forward, producing a lollipop from goodness knows where.

As soon as Mao Yunjing reached the entrance, she was stunned. "Wow! Brother Long, is this your car?" she asked, her expression one of utter disbelief.

This was a situation the four men led by Li Tian could not accept. As their leader, he couldn't simply back down if only to maintain the morale of his own people. Yet, if they just let Fang Chen go, they would completely lose face.

"It is of no consequence. Just keep a close eye on those soldiers. Let them see what a real battle looks like." Murong Zhaoyun looked up as she walked in the lead, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile.

Ever since Lin Chen was diagnosed as a waste unable to absorb either Yin or Yang energy, the Lin family ancestor had abandoned him, turning instead to cultivate Lin Qing and other promising members of the younger generation. Lin Chen could only watch as his grandfather, who had once been so kind and affectionate toward him, began pouring his attention into others, leaving him sidelined and neglected.

Bai Batian sneered in the shadows; if Su Ni died at the hands of a vengeful spirit, the Vermilion Bird Immortal Clan would have no way to hold them accountable.

The distinct music of the KTV echoed in their ears. Some of the off-key singing was truly a cacophony, causing many students to cover their ears, Chang'e included.

Furthermore, the infantry battalion was equipped with Type 92 infantry guns, known as "battalion artillery."

Qi Bao contemplated this, wondering if he could create a communication device similar to a "mobile phone" in this world.

In contrast, the Chinese soldiers, even with basic training, found that due to the nation's weakness and the critical nature of the situation, such training often lacked practical significance.

The man’s face twisted in agony, a painful groan rising from the depths of his throat. Dense beads of cold sweat broke out across his skin, and he gritted his teeth so hard it seemed they might shatter.

One could imagine that if Gongsun Daniang’s opponent had not been Duan Chou, but rather someone else, the group would surely have become cold corpses long ago.

These snakes and pythons were packed together, each over ten feet long. Some were pitch black, others dark red, emerald green, or snow white. Their scales varied in color, and each emitted a fierce, icy aura. Their pupils, shaped like vertical slits and glowing like lanterns, were filled with malice.

Without knowing where the shaman was, the difficulty of dealing with it increased exponentially. The swordsmanship that Kigure Zenjiro took such pride in suffered greatly against the seemingly endless sea of insects.

This was the most advantageous position for Zhu Chongba, yet he had only glanced at that map once. Even so, he felt that the terrain there would be treacherous to traverse.

The entire Enforcement Hall was in a frenzy, dispatching all their forces to search and labeling Gu Niannian as the "murderer."

This body had already endured too much; having traveled back and forth through the space-time tunnel several times, the toll was too great to sustain any further strain.

Heaven is truly unfair. Everyone is born with one life, so why is every life so different?

"What's wrong?" Mo Zishang turned his head and noticed that Gu Niannian seemed to be in a surprisingly good mood. Shouldn't she be frustrated by such a traffic jam?

Su Qing took out the box containing the Bodhi bracelet. "Ta-da! This one!" She opened the box in front of him and took out a bracelet that was not particularly finely crafted.

The four of them looked at the long queue at the entrance and could only stare at the pots from afar, drooling. They often arrived with empty bowls and left with them just as empty, never receiving a single drop of soup. Before A-Shu met A-Gou and the others, he often went to the church to beg for porridge.

"You, you hold onto my neck first. Yes, that's it. Don't move, it hurts," Guo Degui commanded the still-dazed Shi Xiucui.

Ning Ling was equally bewildered. Turning, she saw Xuan resting his head on his hand, deep in thought. Suddenly, she felt a sense of déjà vu, and after much deliberation, her mind drifted to Tuoba Shiyijian and Tuoba Tao.

The man emerged carrying a cylindrical object. It was quite thick and wrapped in a piece of fine fabric. To use such high-quality material merely to wrap a painting showed how much the man cherished it.

Yue Sanrong watched coldly. Qian Hua was a mess of tears and snot, his chest soaked, standing there in a daze, completely unresponsive.

Three phantom shadows, each a giant dragon of a different color, appeared. On the left was a pure white dragon; as it circled, it possessed an indescribable beauty and nobility.

She gazed at the exquisitely refined face before her. Though he was barely twenty, he had already hidden all his sharpness, maintaining a low-profile luxury.

"Aunt!" It was humiliating enough already, and now to be told he had lost the fight? Zhao Yuanhang felt like dying. He pulled Tong Youxin away, looking for a place with fewer people to hide. Clearly, he had landed more hits on Qiao Neng! Qiao Neng was used to being a gentleman; how could he possibly win a fight against him?

"What did you say!" Suddenly, Tao Hui’s sharp voice rang out. She couldn't even believe those words had come from Wang Nuo.