Volume 1, Chapter 47: Crossing the Threshold

The more sensible Chu Xiaoman acted, the more heartbroken Qu Hanzhi felt. "Don't be afraid. Grandfather can afford anything, no matter how expensive. Just tell me."

"I want Daddy..." Mentioning the daddy who had been driven away, tears welled up in Chu Xiaoman's eyes, hovering on the lashes without falling, making her look exceptionally pitiful.

Qu Pan and Qu Hanzhi exchanged glances, and Qu Hanzhi wailed under the pressure. "How about we grant Xiaoman's wish one last time?"

Qu Pan's face darkened. "If you want to grant it, go ahead yourself. Don't drag me into it."

Qu Hanzhi let out a long sigh. "If we must blame someone, blame that little brat for failing to be reborn into a better family, insisting on throwing himself into the tiger's den of the Chu family. But you are my daughter, and no matter what, I cannot let you follow him and suffer."

Qu Pan replied, "I know."

Qu Hanzhi...

"Where is your master?" Wan Ling asked, somewhat dejected. It seemed Yan Li had no intention of letting her leave today.

The bedside lamp in the bedroom cast a dim, hazy glow across the floor. The French doors remained wide open, and the rain had finally stopped.

"Then I'll stay here and wait to collect Wang Dazhuang's body." I shook my head, having no intention of leaving. Wang Dazhuang had given his life to protect so many of us, and if there wasn't even someone to collect his remains in the end, I simply couldn't bear it.

"Uh... Morning..." Chu Chenghuan was momentarily stunned. This was her childhood nickname; as she grew up, even her grandparents stopped addressing her by it, and now only her mother called her that.

Luo Qifeng was nowhere to be seen in the living hall. Ai Yimo walked toward the kitchen, and the moment she pushed the kitchen door open, she doubted her own eyes.

"Say whatever you like, but the passage into the burial chamber that Seek-and-Defeat-All forcefully breached was entered by you ahead of us, and you were the one who drew a smiley face at the entrance, weren't you?" the monkey asked.

If Zhang Xiang had been a sensible person who knew what was good for her, Qiao Si could certainly have used Zhang Xuan's sake to ensure her a glorious life.

"Ding-dong!" Just as my head was spinning and my mind was in a haze, the doorbell suddenly rang. Could it be Song Chi-chang returning?

"Right, I need to go see Dr. Siwu and let him examine me." With that, she put down her chopsticks and headed out.

Under Yang Xiao's instigation, this An family patriarch accepted Fang Qinghe and Fang Qinghan as direct personal disciples, supervising their cultivation day in and day out. From then on, they finally lacked the time to come to Divine Sword Peak and pester Yang Xiao, granting him much-needed peace and quiet.

"Why are you still awake at this hour?" He Baobao emerged from the stairway, clad in a white nightgown.

Having previously dealt with Xiao Feng's volatility, coping now with Zhu Yuanzhang's hooligan-like attitude truly made him look like a seasoned military ruffian.

Old Mrs. Xiao interrupted him, saying coldly, "This is a secret. Do not ask, and under no circumstances must you open it, otherwise, you will face fatal disaster." She uttered the words "fatal disaster" with heavy emphasis, sounding utterly spine-chilling.

From the Demonic Spirit army of the Eastern Victory Continent to the formidable Orc Empire army, and onward to the burning Half-Orc legions.

Accustomed to Mafeier's cold and aloof demeanor, encountering such sudden tenderness was undoubtedly a visual feast.

After Fire Island was shattered into pieces, the dark clouds surging high into the sky suddenly transformed into a red giant.

The man was startled. Absorbed entirely in his attack, he had not anticipated that Xiao Chen could retaliate while defending. He hurriedly retreated, but how could his speed match that of the golden fist? In the next second, the colossal fist arrived directly above his head.

Mordu, bound to the horse's back, looked quite excited upon seeing General Wu Le, struggling to stand up—which, of course, was impossible. Two burly executioners holding ghost-head broadswords were watching him, with strict orders to behead him at the slightest sign of trouble.

Ouzhenhai cast a cold glance at Haozi, who realized he had spoken out of turn and lowered his head, not daring to utter another word.

Because my clothes were somewhat disheveled, Li Tan found himself in a situation where he couldn't wash himself clean even if he jumped into the Yellow River. Preferring not to bother with explanations, he glared at me with bitter resentment, too rushed to even put on his boots, and stormed off barefoot.

"Sister Mian extends such a generous gift, but Yao Yao dare not accept it." Nan Yaoyao glanced at Li Tan before answering softly.

"Imperial Grandmother! What do you mean by that?" The Fifth Prince, who usually lacked any significant presence, abruptly stepped forward.

The housekeeper intended to enter and clean, but seeing her asleep there, she quietly planned to back out.

Under such circumstances, her growing reliance and deep affection for Heng Yanlin were only natural.

With Ye Yifeng's current level, he still lacked the capability to withstand weapons of such massive destructive power; thousands of rounds would undoubtedly kill him.

Especially after gazing at the flush of pink marks covering her body in the bathroom mirror, she felt an even stronger sensation of a fire burning within her.

She now looked utterly haggard, devoid of her former radiance, and even had her mouth stuffed with a gag.

Ye Yifeng surfaced from the water, and those without submersibles naturally found themselves captured by Mo Shaoan and his men, who hauled them onto the yacht.

Seeing everyone staring at him as if he were a fool, Wu Yifan slowly unfastened a spirit-stone-preloaded storage bag from his waist while looking around curiously.

Blood-Hand Kuangying, Daoist One-Eyed, the former dynasty generals, and the fierce warriors beside them all roared as they desperately thrust forward their weapons, yet they found it impossible to halt the rolling chariot, a profound sense of helplessness rising from the depths of their hearts.

Zheng Yilong's face darkened instantly. If not for the sake of everyone's social standing, he would have broken into a torrent of abuse. To think that a Public Security Bureau chief couldn't even control his own jurisdiction—he was nothing short of trash.

"What kind of favor?" Qingyi took a step back, eyeing the somewhat eerie-looking monk with scrutiny.

The survival elimination rate of this training was unimaginably cruel, and the Assassin Guards were not easily forged. Before even becoming true Assassin Guards, more than half were eliminated—treated merely as target practice and wiped out by their "own people."

Swords clashed, and the shockwaves reverberated across the heavenly city. Young powerhouses stared in shock, their gazes locking onto the battle zone.

This mountain was called West Mountain, and the Taoist temple was named Return-to-Truth Temple. The founder of this mountain temple was Xu Yulong, though very few followed him in cultivation here, as he had not established an independent sect. Consequently, the entire temple appeared rather desolate.

Of all topics, he had to bring that up. Lin Dong was already vexed by the matter and had no patience to deal with him; with a wave of his hand, he drove off in his car and vanished.

Apart from the Ashen Ones, all others bound by karma were resurrected. In truth, however, very few were actually brought back. The numerous catastrophes of the past had been mercilessly brutal, involving total annihilation at every turn, leaving practically no one left to resurrect.

Using a sage's supreme magic power, Patriarch Kunpeng was forcibly imprisoned, and the sage finally landed upon the back of this giant bird. After struggling for a long time, Patriarch Kunpeng seemed to finally submit. Yet, the moment the sage's attention slackened even slightly, Kunpeng slammed straight toward the earth.

He asked this because he saw that Xiao Han seemed to be traveling with his family and certainly wouldn't wish to reveal his identity, hence his veiled inquiry.

The Absolute Immortal Sword hanging at the waist of the Jade Tripod Immortal measured three feet and one inch long including its scabbard. The hand gripping the hilt was clean, slender, pale, and strong. Sitting upon the heavenly bell of the Central Palace, the Jade Tripod Immortal exchanged a long gaze with Emperor Ziwei after nine bell tolls.

Among them, over thirty possessed the cultivation of Golden Immortals, countless were scattered immortals, and the late Void Return stage practitioners were mostly aquatic beings from the Dragon Palace. Countless magical treasures, flying swords, armor, and weapons were present.

"Ha, the feast can finally begin! Granny! Grandpa and the others are back... Oh, my stomach is completely empty!" Returning to Old Qiao's place, the moment she knocked, Xiaoxiao opened the door. Seeing Xiao Han and her grandfather had arrived, she chirped happily.