Volume One, Chapter 78: The Paternity Test Reveals She Is Not

Yuan Chenggang spoke angrily, “Of course I want to see. I want to see what kind of person this is, with three heads and six arms, who could turn Ling Xi from my family into such a state. Come on, Yuanhao, you’re coming with me.” So Li Yuanhao followed Yuan Chenggang outside.

At that moment, Bian Xuedao realized that even the most prosperous ship would have passengers who disembark halfway, for people's ambitions are naturally diverse—not everyone yearns to ride the winds and break the waves, nor is everyone destined for the far shore.

Bian Xuedao’s affectionate “Songxu” eased the anxiety of the young couple beside him.

“What? I’ll kill you!” Hearing Qian Youliang’s words, the disheveled young man’s face twisted with rage.

When Gu Luan replied with only the word “consider,” there was silence on the other end of the phone for quite a while, before Chief Li hung up.

Earlier, after President Liu indicated to President Bian in the back seat to look at a certain window, Assistant Wang vaguely guessed something, though he wasn’t certain.

“No way. You’ve killed so many of our beasts, especially them—they even invaded the Huanglong Mountains. How can we just let it go?” Among the beasts, one immediately voiced opposition.

Xu Mengzhu was visibly nervous—who isn’t afraid of death? She was no exception; she feared death and certainly didn’t want to die here, murdered by such a madman.

Xu Shangxiu had finished her master’s degree and, after a period of rest, was preparing to go to the United States with Li Biting, to get accustomed to the study and life there.

Yang Paifeng saw that not only did the man not apologize, he even retorted. Her temper flared, and without another word, she started fighting him. The man was skilled, dodging several of Yang Paifeng’s blows. She nodded, squinted, and smiled slightly, then pulled out a fire poker from behind her and swung it at him.

Song Yan gently rubbed her head. “You’ve suffered.” He truly hoped that after this, his father would finally see clearly who his family really was, and who the real villains were.

Murong Sen had gone out of town for consultations and seminars a few days ago, and without a word, she brought the two children back to the country. If he knew, he’d probably be furious.

The crowd discussed fervently yet found themselves unable to refute; some thought of arguments, just about to jump in, but Coral’s dramatic second half distracted them, erasing their rebuttals and quickly quieting the scene.

“Let’s go see him tonight. No matter what, he saved us. If it were me, I’d probably have been crushed below.” She could protect one child, but as for herself and the other, they would have died or been seriously injured.

“But that girl is good at pleasing Song Yan’s father. You know how he never liked me—he’s just completely annoyed.” She lay on the bed, pounding her pillow.

“It’s not a demand, it’s a plea.” Lan Xiangting spoke without a change in expression, but the word “plea” did nothing to soften the commanding aura about him.

Wen Yongzhu, comforted at last, broke free from his mental shackles and hugged Coral tightly, tears of happiness streaming down his face.

After a brief discussion, Lord Lü, ignoring Coral’s objections, decided to leave the team by her side as her personal guard.

She nodded, but knew very well in her heart that if that day ever came, she would never let Li Yuanhao die. But she couldn’t let him succeed either, and would likely try to stop him. If she couldn’t, she would rather die to prove her resolve.

A barely perceptible sob escaped, and facing the illusion’s gaze, the person hurried to bow and smile apologetically.

No matter what happens in the future, she couldn’t even avenge Aunt Luo now—what else was there to talk about?

But soon she had no time left to be afraid; Chen Han notified her that the award ceremony would be the night after tomorrow.

Zhong Qing saw the worried look in Gu Yanze’s eyes and was moved—it was clear Gu Yanze truly cared for her.

This time, Liang Jie really reaped what she sowed, ruining her own reputation and even dragging down the reputation of Southwind Entertainment.

She glanced at Qi Jingchen, signaling him to go find out some news from Qi Ning, who always listened to Qi Jingchen.

But it wasn’t only the Ghost Swordsman staring at Cat Bro; a Mage was also watching Cat Bro’s War Lord. Yet the Mage’s face revealed nothing—completely expressionless and unreadable, making it impossible to guess his intentions.

Jiu Yan’s wounds had only recently healed, but at such a critical moment, surrender was not an option. Jiu Yan summoned the Vermilion Bird, unleashing flames again and again in an attempt to burn them all.

Casually, she hunted a few beasts and gathered some herbs, wild fruits, and mushrooms. The forest was abundant, everything was there, so she packed what she could use into her spatial pouch for later, so she wouldn’t have to come out every day.

“There are others taking advantage of the company’s troubles. If it weren’t for me, none of this would have happened.” Zhong Qing doodled in circles, her voice thick with emotion.

Liang Lvzhu swallowed her saliva, watching Yang Rong and a tall, upright man slowly approaching. She’d heard recently that Sister Qiulian had a nephew named Zhao Yujin, who had just become the magistrate of An County. Could this be Zhao Yujin?

“If trouble arises later, just let me know. If I can help, I absolutely won’t delay!” Yue Wei clasped his hands politely.

Yang Xiulian’s face tightened, never expecting that Chief Zhang would speak so favorably of Liang Lvzhu. Instantly, her expression soured, feeling that all the benefits had gone to Liang Lvzhu, while her own husband had risked himself to throw out the poisonous snake without any reward.

In fact, Liang Lvzhu had heard plenty of such stories. To many men, the most important thing is still their career; sometimes they neglect their families for it, and it’s not uncommon.

In the end, Li Wei’s painting was awarded second place, and the prize was five hundred yuan. Though she didn’t win first, second was acceptable. She was delighted to earn five hundred out of thin air.

It lasted for about two hours. Yunmo’s body was covered in countless wounds—except for his face, his hands, feet, neck, and even his backside were slashed, his shorts torn to shreds, barely covering what needed to be covered. From afar, Yunmo looked like a man made of blood.

Lin Xiu had no interest in these people, didn’t even glance at them, and walked straight into the gates of the Heavenly Palace.

Not only Jiang Yu and the others—even these hundreds of sword cultivators at the Mingdao realm would be no match for Guo Dong and his companions.