Chapter 37: Returning to Her Parental Home

The second child now wants to put everything into his mouth. The coarse corn porridge isn’t quite suitable for him, so Li Qingyun gave him half a cornmeal and wheat bun. The soft, steamed bun posed no challenge; he ate it easily. After finishing half, he reached out to Li Qingyun for more.

What a little rascal—so adorably irresistible.

After drinking milk for a while now, the little one had grown like a balloon, his body plump with soft flesh, turning into a fair and tender cherub. Li Qingyun broke off another half of the bun and handed it to him. He chewed happily, picking up every crumb that fell onto the small bed and stuffing them into his mouth with his tiny hands.

Suddenly, a sense of ease washed over her. The old professor’s melodious voice, rising and falling, felt especially steady and reassuring in her ears.

Yan Yixin turned the cup in her hands, as if considering how to begin. Yan Wan remained silent. She knew this secret was a pain buried deep in his heart, but she wanted to understand his anguish and accompany him through this ordeal.

“Let’s go,” Dìjun commanded loudly. Dìjun, the Demon Emperor, and Kunpeng led the way, the assembled demons heading straight for the Dijang tribe. Instantly, the sky darkened as a mass of black cloud swept swiftly across the heavens.

“I said I would no longer help them in the Investiture of the Gods. Indeed, the golden light sent forth by Yuanshi carries the power of world destruction—its might is tremendous. It won’t be long before the Three Immortals are defeated, perhaps even killed. Even with my treasure to shield them, it’s a reckless battle,” Wang Chen said blandly.

A young man sat not far from me, his tone tinged with sorrow, a shadow of sadness flickering across his face.

“Speak!” Shunzhi fixed his gaze on me. His voice was hoarse, but the commanding tone left no room for doubt.

Blades gleamed like a forest, banners fluttered, and the black armor, in the dim light of dawn, looked as if it belonged to the very envoys of hell—dark and menacing, instilling fear. These were unmistakably soldiers of the Jin Tian Kingdom.

Yan Wan could hardly wait to share her ideas with Yan Yixin, gesturing and signaling, her eyes brimming with springtime vitality.

She quickly turned and walked away. Aunt Zhou assumed she was shy, but Cai Xia clearly saw that after Biluo left, her face was clouded, as if she were quite upset.

Facing the rivers and lakes, the horse’s head would only turn inward to practice untying the chest strap when it felt cold. His heart filled with dread, blade held across his chest, he instinctively closed up.

“Brother-in-law, I want to play games. Help me level up,” Miao Xuanxuan said bluntly, not wanting to watch Song Xiaodong and Xiao Yingying getting all lovey-dovey.

Perhaps to prove something to the sage of Kunlun, Tang Monk, seeing the seal merge into his body, struck out with his palm at one of the other seven Dao Patriarchs.

“Not bad! Simply incredible—off the charts!” Su Lie blurted out, swearing, but speaking the thoughts of everyone present.

The post was made by the forum moderator “Blood-Stained Homespun,” who was always keeping a close eye on King Gong Tianwang Xinlang’s social media updates.

Moreover, this black-and-white outfit was carefully selected by Ye Yuxin herself for An Liang. It perfectly suited his height and build, accentuating an ethereal, unworldly aura.

After capturing the city, Lang Tian didn’t continue the assault. Instead, he regrouped, lying in wait for the perfect moment to strike again.

Shang Jingxing shrugged and waved his hand lightly. Suddenly, two figures leapt onto the wall—Shen Xizhan and Lü Qingqiong.

“You’d better not interfere, or you’ll definitely regret it.” Taking a deep breath, Wang Fuhai finally regained a bit of confidence.

Inside, the two had long since grown impatient. Nezha poured someone another cup of water, then, not wanting to linger, excused himself to “hurry things along” and slipped out.

But in Dark’s experience, every time he took advantage of something free, trouble was sure to follow.

She turned and followed the tall man into the inner room, never noticing Showa, who sat silently in the corner, his expression complex, as if he wanted to speak but held back.

“This is called the Tongyang Pillar. It originally only connected below, not above. Soon, I’ll open a path of immortality for you, help your soul return to the mortal world, and then seek a decree to restore your place,” said the immortal, pointing to the pillar.