Chapter Fifty: Liang Zhicheng

Yesterday afternoon, Yuan Yin's husband returned home heavily intoxicated and unleashed a brutal assault on her.

The incident was sparked when Yuan Yin returned home late after picking up their children from school. Her husband, waiting at the door, saw her arriving with a male companion and, suspecting her of infidelity, beat her without listening to any explanation. When their eldest daughter tried to intercede, he accused her of lying and struck her across the face. Yuan Yin rose to protect her daughter but was kicked to the ground. She could only watch in horror as her husband pressed their eldest daughter against the wall and lashed her back with a leather belt. Their younger daughter wailed in fear, only to be scolded and kicked twice by her father.

Previously, he had rarely struck the children, usually limiting his outbursts to verbal abuse, but this time, the violence was both frequent and severe.

Yuan Yin realized—

Furong suddenly looked up at Yun Yao, only to be met with Yun Yao’s icy gaze, which seemed to pierce through everything.

The group burst into boisterous laughter, causing the young bodyguard named Zhao Liu to blush deeply.

It was rare for a man to be so willingly devoted to doing these things for me. Whenever I expressed even a hint of apology, he would offer a faint, silent smile. Yet, that expression made it clear he found joy in the sacrifice.

Qin Ming felt an immense force surge through his Green Pine Sword, so powerful that he lost his grip; the blade was knocked from his hand and embedded itself into the rock wall behind him.

Seeing Big Head collapse once again, not only were Liang Jingyan, Liu Yulian, and the others stunned, but even Liu Fei could not believe his eyes.

The room fell silent. From Hua Cheng’s expression, the others sensed that something was amiss.

"Where are those people now?" Liu Shuang asked, eager to see what kind of men had been personally trained by the Great Elder, Fanyin.

Even after he refused to cooperate, Liu Fei never considered lowering the price. He asked only to see if there were other underlying reasons.

Shen Duo watched me quietly for a while. I had grown accustomed to his gaze and remained silent as well.

Breakfast was a rushed affair. I had already called the old lady, who seemed rather unhappy, likely because she was reluctant to part with the watermelon.

However, after its low growl, there was no further movement. It appeared it had no intention of attacking.

The pain in my back felt like a blade piercing my soul, twisting incessantly within me.

There is only one authentic work by Ouyang Xun left in the world, and it was recovered from Dunhuang. Even that is subject to doubt; it lacks any collector’s seals and consists merely of fragmented scriptures and scrolls.

Comparing the three cups, Mu Fubiao’s cup was nothing more than second-hand trash—not worth mentioning or even glancing at.

Although Wu Yuan knew that Yang Tian had broken through to the realm of the Ultimate, he was still filled with rage at the man’s arrogance.

A cold, low voice suddenly sounded. A grim-faced man with a shaved head stepped out, a green dragon tattooed on the left side of his face.

As Chu Feng spoke, a loud clattering noise erupted from the other end of the line, sounding as if someone were violently hammering on a metal barrel.

He began to explain the fundamentals and breathing techniques to Jin Feng. Thirty-five meters is the first major hurdle in deep-sea diving. As Geli shared this knowledge, Jin Feng simply nodded in silence.

Song Yu tossed me directly into the ruins of the White Fox City palace. Ignoring the Fox Demon King’s pleas for mercy, she departed with her newly acquired apprentice, the Ninth Princess.

Seeing Yang Tian’s firm resolve and hearing his promise, the Immortal Holy Lord smiled brightly, his heart finally put at ease.

"His sea of consciousness is boundless and vast, terrifyingly expansive. Even your sea of consciousness, Great Divine Beast, does not compare to a fraction of his. A primordial spirit lies dormant within his consciousness; it is shattered and deep in slumber. I initially thought this was his true primordial spirit, only to discover it was merely a facade," Luo Yun said.

This bronze tree appeared incredibly realistic. The trunk was nearly as thick as a man’s embrace, and the craftsman had meticulously detailed the gnarled roots. Above the trunk, dense branches intertwined in a complex, overlapping web.