Volume One, Chapter 9: Our Son Was Nowhere to Be Found, and Our Daughter-in-Law Ran Off as Well

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Qu Pan was held at gunpoint, slowly rising from the ground, while Chu Xiaoman anxiously stomped her feet.
“It was Auntie who saved me; you’re not allowed to bully Auntie!”
The guard said, “Young master, we’re not bullying her, just conducting a routine inspection.”
“Inspection or not, it’s not allowed!” Chu Xiaoman shouted angrily.
Liu Bo, who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion, immediately scooped up Chu Xiaoman.
“My little master, you scared Grandfather Liu to death!”
“Don’t cry, Grandfather Liu...” Chu Xiaoman took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped Liu Bo’s tears.
Liu Bo took the handkerchief, wiping his tears while examining the woman who was facing away from him.
“Miss, where are you from? How did you come across our little master?”
Hearing the little one call the man Grandfather Liu, then...
“Tell me about the Tongzhi Sect; I seem to have heard of it before, but now I can’t recall.” With that, Yue Qianxi gave a helpless smile and winked at Qing Jue.
“J.” Bound within the spaceship, Laura saw J step out of the elevator; her panic and helplessness instantly calmed, while a complicated emotion flickered in her eyes.
Just as he was about to sit up and have a proper talk with Lu Yan Jian about life, a noise came from behind the door.
Shangmen Sairo picked up a jade flute, while Li Qisi cradled a pipa; together, they played the melancholic “Soulbreaking Chapter.”
Zou Xiaozheng suspected Xue Fei knew about Wei Song’s situation, yet no matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t figure out how Xue Fei obtained the information.

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“I naturally have my informants,” Jia Sidao retorted sharply, his tone decidedly unyielding.
“How is Xue’er?” The Snow God’s voice was full of worry and tinged with fatigue.
Finally, Lu Yan Jian, having patiently listened to everything, was left dumbfounded; he was stunned and unable to regain composure for a long time.
“Yes, we’ll just go look for it! That Nine Turns Eighteen Bends, is it beside Mount Buleshan? But...” Xuanyuan Nian’er paused.
Zhu Yue plunged his hand inside and grabbed a handful of debris as described. He spread them out and showed them.
Lu Wan pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, “Please come with me, let’s see where this bloodstain leads!” Saying that, he leapt onto the wall first.
This breakthrough was unrelated to mystical energy cultivation or spiritual awareness; it was a transformation of the mind, a leap into the true divine realm, signifying a rebirth of life—not an ordinary being, but one akin to a god.
The scarred man was still negotiating with me, which irritated me, so I went over and snatched that thing from his hand.
At that moment, the door creaked open, and a man in a white robe named Yan pushed the door and entered.
“What’s so interesting about this? Just some boring gossip written by idle people,” Lin Yufei said, though inside she was seething with anger. The semester had just started, and this rotten scoundrel was already courting trouble everywhere. This wouldn’t do; once back, she would have to give him a good scolding.
The Eastern Extreme Demon Marshal sneered, slashing his sword fiercely at the surrounding eight-trigram formation talismans. With a crack, the entire eight-trigram jade talisman fractured. Another strike shattered it into pieces.
For seven years, she endured beatings and insults, yet she survived only because of the lifeline that was Wenren Mingjing. She could marry, support her husband, and raise children for a lifetime, yet even so, they refused to leave her alone.
Although Meng Jie was covered in blood and seemed on the verge of collapse, in an instant, he blasted two more black-clad men into fragments.
I still said nothing, only hearing our footsteps and the steadily approaching thumping sounds.
Chen Xiao’s heart stirred. The court and the Mo Sect each provided thirty yuan stones, and the Wushan Sect added another thirty—sixty in total. Just two such missions, and wouldn’t that be enough to trade for the Thunderstorm Blade?

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Although still hospitalized, Ye Jiu dressed up nicely. The private hospital’s wardrobe, stuffed full by Mo Shunqing, dazzled her.
Kong Xuan frowned at the Hell Butcher. The Hell Butcher’s complete immunity to his five-colored divine light caused him considerable trouble.
The principal of the Tiandou Royal Academy was appointed by the emperor himself. The vice principal, Prince Xue Xing, held only supervisory authority; actual leadership was determined by the three elder teachers of the Academic Committee.
“Master Yue, these are the items you requested. I have prepared everything. Take a look. Is there anything else you need?” Inside the Dragon Mansion, Long Baohua pointed toward the assorted items on the ground.
At dawn, Lu Buwei and I were like ordinary travelers, backpacks on our shoulders, strolling through New York streets, admiring various buildings, then returning to last night’s street corner, everything so ordinary. We stopped at the crossroads, and Lu Buwei spoke.
The mysterious-scaled fire dragon beast before us had strong resistance to fire. Although Lin An’s exotic fire was powerful, it might not cause much harm.
“Enemy attack defense!” When the first volley of arrows rained down, the army’s commander shouted loudly. The soldiers quickly formed a defensive formation; the front-line shield bearers raised their shields to block the arrows. Before they could recover, the ground trembled violently.
The two spoke as they walked. This matter had been approved by a county official. They had to find him first to arrange a handover, then register at the housing office. The three places were close, easily reachable on foot.
“If ordered one day, the entire Long clan will go through fire and water!” Hundreds of clan members knelt with Long Baohua.
With a desperate look, the black-clad youth was pushed aside by Yue Han, who then proceeded toward the palace.
Zhang Qianrong’s lips moved slightly but said nothing, closing his eyes as his breath faded away.