Chapter 63: Jumping from the Building

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Ye Tian rushed out of the shop, grabbing passersby to inquire—again and again, questioning one after another. In the end, the answer he received was always the same: one day.

Suddenly, thunder rumbled across the sky, echoing for miles, shaking the heavens. A massive bolt of lightning struck down simultaneously, splitting straight toward the golden-haired man. Caught completely off guard, his hair stood on end in an instant, his entire body convulsed as he screamed in agony amidst the sea of electricity, writhing in unbearable pain.

On this day, a crimson light soared into the sky within the realm of Yin and Yang. Enormous flames coalesced in the air, forming a fiery phoenix that circled once before descending.

Chen Shoulian did not reply; he had no idea what the other meant, so he remained silent.

“Who am I? Heh heh, I am Chen Xiuxian, the Supreme Elder of the Chen family!” The tall, thin man, a stalk of grass between his lips and a wooden paddle in hand, even brushed aside the stray hair from his forehead.

Steadying himself, he listened as Mother Su recounted the story with great emotion. His heart sank, and he hurried over to clean up the mess.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a miniature stone mill. With a flick of his finger, the mill began to turn slowly.

“That’s enough, don’t go outside. I’m not out there; I’m inside your body.” As Yun Yifei headed for the door, the voice spoke again.

“Second Sister, you’ve misunderstood me! I truly care about you!” The smile at the corners of Wan Xiaoru’s mouth did not reach her eyes; her tone was tinged with humble anxiety, seeking approval.

Wang Tianxing’s disregard made “Father Is the Greatest” feel all his pride evaporate. He was about to speak when Wang Tianxing spoke first.

However... he believed Anran would never act so. She was busy every day with meditation and cultivation, leaving the affairs of the inner court to capable nursemaids, rarely intervening herself. When questioned, she merely said she was lazy; after three hard years at the frontier, she now wanted to rest and live a leisurely life.

Because the force they had exerted suddenly lost its anchor, Chen Xi and Hua Lin staggered violently, nearly falling.

Mist, swirling winds, falling snow, decorations, and gemstones gathered together to form a giant iron hammer, which then descended toward Nezha’s position.

After walking past a corridor adorned with the school’s history, the group took a sightseeing elevator. In no time, they arrived at the reception hall on the third floor of the main administrative building.

“Because he’s now my slave, isn’t it perfectly understandable that he would hate you so much?” Yezi crossed her legs, watching Zhao Kuo, whose eyes blazed with fury.

Beiqi had long been admonished by Wenyan, knowing that when representing the Upper Celestial Sect, his every word and deed was significant. Even when Emperor Zhuan toasted him with respect, no matter the questions burning in his heart, he had to suppress them for now.

Only now did Zhang Hao focus his attention on the water heater. It was an old model and had tripped the breaker; simply pushing the switch back up would suffice.

The next few projects were about planting and breeding livestock—practical, without exaggeration. If one worked diligently, there would be no problem.

She truly wasn’t accustomed to standing beside her master, receiving the respectful gazes of the crowd. She would much rather be at ease with her fellow disciples.

Chalt and Clad sat silently on either side of the long table, joined by several other high-ranking “Earls.” But the ones who usually flaunted their power now barely dared to breathe. The young man sat quietly, yet the aura he inadvertently exuded left them all feeling an oppressive pressure.

Zhao Han was perfectly clear-headed. After his conversation with Elder Shao, he grasped the flow of events, perceiving the deeper truths behind their words, and thus averted disaster.

“Them?” Ye Linghan knew that by “them,” Dopa must mean those mighty beings from the Middle Worlds, the Greater Worlds, or even the divine and demonic realms.

As for handing over money for peace, perhaps he might have done so in the past. But now, he was no longer who he once was. These thugs were merely test subjects to him—extras to gauge his combat prowess.

Liang Qiushi had grown more adept at wielding his supernatural abilities and discovered that his so-called “wall-phasing” ability was more aptly named “etherealization.” In this state, his body was no longer physical but became almost a spiritual, ethereal form.

Watching the black dragon turn to leave, Tang Jun sat cross-legged, forming a fire-guiding seal with his hands. A small flame appeared, trembling as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

Resolutely, he pushed the Way of Taiji to its limit, manifesting it before Xiao Tianqiong to defend against the incoming strike.

“They drank over two hundred thousand’s worth of red wine alone?” Zhang Haoyu simply couldn’t accept this reality. Although he’d attended many banquets since university, the most expensive wine he’d ever tasted cost only a few thousand per bottle. His family background ensured he’d never seen such extravagance.

Unexpectedly, he arrived smoothly at the already ruined village entrance. The giant locust tree stood out so clearly that his heart leapt for joy, and he broke into a run.

When he arrived at Nana’s home, the three members of the family were just preparing to wash up and go to bed. Rural folk had no particular habits—at most, they’d wash their feet before sleeping. When Jin Ren knocked on Nana’s door, she was already in bed.

The large copper sphere was not a metal orb at all, but a formation’s core—an illusion created as the very heart of the restriction.

Gu Yan examined the contents of his spatial bracelet and, sensing his grandfather’s gaze, returned a knowing smile. After all, he knew Gu Yan intended to use the Meteor Shuttle to trade for the Fire Source Essence Crystal.