Volume 1, Chapter 54: How would we know that child is his without a paternity test?

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Jiang Huai felt a warmth in his heart upon hearing those words. He couldn’t help but recall the times when he and his siblings would gather around Murong; though she was rational and cold, family had always been her only vulnerability.
Shangguan Yun and the others, initially exuberant and cheering loudly, immediately changed their expressions when Lin Chutian glanced over. One by one, they fell silent, clearly ready to flee at a moment’s notice.
“Amazing strength—this is definitely legendary power!” Black Dragon clicked his tongue in awe. He was beginning to believe that unless one was a lord of the seventh abyssal layer, no demon could possess such formidable power.
“Then, does that mean my poison has been cured? How did it happen?” Ajiu was quite aware of why she suddenly regained her clarity, but she didn’t want Luo Mama to worry unnecessarily.
Han Yi shuddered at his words. The Yin-Yang Tiger was a rare mythical beast, a variant of the White Tiger, born with innate intelligence and eyes of contrasting black and white. In his previous life, he had only heard of it but never seen one.
Circling several times above the collapsed mountain peak, Lin Chutian noticed no movement below. He guessed those two perverse individuals had either ceased their attack or relocated the battlefield. Without further delay, he headed straight toward Xuan City.
Jiang Ya saw them approaching and pointed her sword at them, slowly retreating. She felt hopeless now, her spiritual energy completely depleted.
At this moment, the gate to the Underworld had just been opened, likely a system design to appoint her as its guardian.
Opposite her, Deng Shufei frowned. Once considered the most beautiful in the imperial harem, now that Luo Wanbi had arrived, she felt like muddy plaster stuck in a corner. Taking a deep breath, unconscious calculations began to form in her mind.
“Then… please, take good care of him.” As she spoke, Mu Siyuan was half crouched, breathing heavily, feeling a suffocating heaviness in her chest that made breathing difficult.
“When we acquire this rare spiritual fruit, tell me—who should have it? Who should eat it? Or should it be handed over to Island City for distribution?” Wang Lei asked.

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Lin Han’s hands trembled slightly, and the two were thrown back three steps by a force. Terror flashed in their eyes as their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
“Your ambition to harm Island City ends here!” King Gu declared firmly, though he clearly felt his life force steadily waning.
“We can only move forward; there’s no other way,” Mo Xingchen said, frowning deeply.
She was a being of slaughter; the bloodshed from moments ago had awakened the innate killing factor within her cells, making every cell pulse with vitality. She gazed at the carnage—the scattered corpses and crimson blood—with eyes as deep as an abyss. A bead of sweat traced down the contour of her flushed cheek.
The White Family Patriarch shouted, “Go!” The spear in his hand struck like a lightning bolt tearing through the sky, fiercely lunging toward Long Wu.
“You better not entertain any sinister plans against my family. I will watch you endlessly,” Mo Yuanli said coldly, unable to bear the truth any longer. As he prepared to leave, he cast a chilling sidelong glance at Mo Wanli, the killing intent suddenly surging.
“That should be enough. Dig open the middle section, and the coffin should be visible,” Jiao Ba said, stopping to wipe the sweat from his brow.
“No, no, Zhongyi, I just remembered something. You said the shaman in that painting might be that emaciated mysterious old man, right?” Jenny asked, eyes wide.
“Get away from me! I’m breaking free—I’m breaking free!” The bearded man lost his mind completely. He tore free from Jiao Ba’s grip and swung several fists, knocking Jiao Ba into the seawater.
Her body felt heavy, perhaps weakened by too little strength, and she was in a reversed time state. Her condition was poor, and her thoughts were clouded.
Jia Gongdao said, “After sailing down the Night Rain River, it takes two days to exit Hawk Valley and enter Qutang Gorge. Then, following the current into the Yangtze River, one can travel downstream to Yangzhou in no more than ten days.” Ye Suiyun finally relaxed and nodded with satisfaction.

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What kind of funeral was this supposed to be? It was clearly just a press conference where An Dong introduced his new wife to confirm her identity.
But Chen Feng shook his head. Although Fang Jingshou was not dealt with, this person was definitely in league with Yu Guanjue and could never be allowed to succeed as the sect leader.
Tang Xiyao took out a Hundred Flower Pill, crushed it into powder, and mixed it with water for Murong Yunqing and Tamu and others to drink. Shortly after, they gradually regained consciousness, but Ye Suiyun remained unresponsive. Tang Xiyao sighed helplessly.
“I’m asking you a question, and you haven’t answered! Speak, or I’ll crush your balls!” Luo Hebin pressed down harder with his foot, causing the old man to scream painfully.
A chill deepened in Lu Yan’s expression. His stiff body moved again, and the long sword in his hand trembled sharply, releasing a burst of sword energy.
At that moment, the sun was just setting. Even after the last dim ray vanished, the courtyard of the palace residence remained brightly lit.
Fu Chen tilted his head back, his large hand restraining her movements as he slowly applied pressure to massage her swollen ankle.
Wang Chengxuan was experienced, but Feng Baijiang and the others were not. Facing Su Changze’s fierce gaze, they hesitated briefly before Feng Baijiang stepped forward to write an IOU, followed obediently by the other three.