Volume One, Chapter 68: Shen Ruzhi, What If I Could Help You Find Your Birth Parents

"Mm." Lian Xin quickly concealed the joy in her heart, making sure her work would not go awry—after all, it would be quite embarrassing if she lost face later.

Every step taken by Shangguan Ling was steady and sure. Lying atop his broad back, Su Fu barely felt any jostling.

She subconsciously refrained from smoking, for Yiran’s sense of smell was keen; even the faintest trace of tobacco would repulse him.

Watching Jiang Yizhou’s resolute bearing, Luo Yuyin knew that no matter how much she tried to persuade him, it would be futile.

Su Fu, after all, carried the blood of her homeland in her veins. Arriving at the restaurant steeped in ancient charm, she found herself deeply enamored with its exquisite and complex architecture.

By the time she reached sixteen, she had blossomed, her face matured, her body developed. Only then was she deceived into this line of work.

The attacks of those divine and demonic beings, transformed by the power of dreams, crashed against the great net, only to be severed instantly.

Word by word, the sound rose and fell, like the ebb and flow of tides—gentle, orderly, each phrase striking the heart, imbued with truth and reason.

Yet, so as not to upset Lin Qingxiao, he sighed lightly, put away the ring, and left the hospital room, glancing back every few steps.

"A family heirloom," Su Nuan replied simply, saying no more about the Skyweb bracelet.

"Then let’s try it," Zhan Lianjing said, waving his hand to undo Mu Yan’s acupuncture points.

"Hahaha! I told you, with your strength, you could never break through my defenses!" Chris laughed triumphantly.

What Miracle City might become in the future was now beyond Yin Lingzi’s imagination; it brimmed with endless possibilities.

Ye Hanxiao rolled her eyes, but inwardly she remained tense—the oppressive force of the Outer Qi’s eighth heaven was nothing to take lightly.

Han Lun felt as if his entire body had been drained. He stood dazed for a moment, then tears streamed uncontrollably from his eyes. Bit by bit, he pulled the wooden stick from the old man's body and tossed it aside. His knees buckled, and he knelt beside the elder, wailing in grief.

They were merely following the rebel army, a long column of Yicheng citizens dragging their families and belongings behind them. Nearly every household carried loads on their backs—possessions, or perhaps just worthless junk.

Two men stepped forward who seemed like leaders: one was a hulking, dark-skinned brute, the other a fair-skinned man in his thirties or forties.

The old saying goes that one cannot judge a person by their appearance, just as the sea cannot be measured by a bucket. But this time, it turned out the person wasn’t even human.

The platform released new information every day, though Cheng Jinzhou could only see the first page, and only one per day, it still helped him understand the vast world of the Star Alliance.

"Come, help me point out where your valiant comrade has run off to," Berg said, pulling Anning to the riverbank.

Wait, what is this? Looking up, he found the golden, sparkling figure nearby, wearing a cruel smile.

Upon hearing the word "treasure," Mikuni Sho Chio suddenly grew nervous, as if reluctant to mention her own treasure—could it be that some dark history had become her treasure?

The two armies immediately reacted and clashed again. The soldiers tasked with protecting Xu Zheng charged in fearlessly, surrounding him at the center.

This is precisely why the main Jin army dared to station themselves with impunity just fifty miles outside Yan Cliff City.

"By the way, you two, I have something to discuss with you," Cai Zijin whispered, seeing Ye Zi’ang’s attention shift to Qianqian.

At the bus door, Old Li looked at Old Wang with a peculiar expression. Though he didn’t know what was going on, he had overheard Wang and Zheng Yang’s conversation concerning Zheng Yang and Lin Tingting’s identities. After getting off the plane, he had figured it out, so he didn’t interfere with their actions.

"There's no need to worry, senior. The one who set this test is the renowned Emperor Panxu. If the flying vessel arrives, he’ll personally preside over the assessment. Even if the numbers multiply several times, I’m sure the Emperor himself can handle it!" The guard spoke of Emperor Panxu with utmost reverence.

He used his knowledge of formations to study the terrain here, speculating where his parents might be.

The love Morning Dawn had for him was perhaps the deepest and most moving among all his wives, sometimes even surpassing Serenity.

Xu Zheng couldn’t help but give an awkward laugh—for once, Mo Yi guessed correctly. That night, he shamelessly scattered Buddha Jump’s powder, and thus today happened; otherwise, he and Jin Ling would have been mere strangers passing by. If one insisted on calling it acquaintance, it was merely mutual exploitation.

"Transmit... my orders!" Hearing Shank’s roar, the surrounding hell creatures gathered, looking at him.

Tense and anxious, he finished the meeting, not hearing a single word, and bolted out as soon as it ended.

The old Shen was named Shen Dongping, a store manager at Yeda Company and a trusted aide to Lu Cheng. He had a friend working for the Lecheng Mansion property management, who could access the latest resident records.

"This is only twelve feet high. Anyone with some skill can bend at the waist and climb up. If you don’t know martial arts, it’s fine—there’s a staircase behind the ring. But if you go up the stairs, you’ll lose momentum and be looked down upon by these martial artists," Han Lier answered.

Jiang Yang was just too forgetful—his undead had all been promoted to advanced, except for this bone dragon, which remained untouched. In Jiang Yang’s mind, the bone dragon’s attribute panel was still open.

"Do you know why you lost?" Jiang Yang asked, smiling at Karnasa as the opponent paused.

Seeing the demon’s ferocious attack, Xiao Nuo’s brows remained tightly knit.

Subaman finally breathed a sigh of relief. With a master protecting his personal safety, he had nothing to worry about.

When the time comes, even inheritors like Xiao Nuo may find it nearly impossible to advance, let alone the reincarnators in the Divine Domain who grow much slower.

This shyness made him feel uncomfortable, and that discomfort prompted a slight movement, which immediately triggered Li Ming, who was holding him.

Then the two placed the unconscious muscle man at the center of the summoning array and began the ritual.

Unexpectedly—the mastermind behind it all was her. So eager, she even mobilized family assassins; she must hate Princess Wuyang deeply.

She still remembered that day—the cold, indifferent man tacitly allowed Xue Qingrou's actions, and she nearly died in the snow. Fortunately, Jin Lin came to her rescue; otherwise, her corpse would have been left exposed in the wilderness.