Day 27: My Brother Loves Me Too Much

Having packed everything away, Yi Han ate a little more, then placed his baseball bat and a Mongolian knife by his side before drifting into a heavy, drowsy sleep.

As he lay lost in his own wandering thoughts, the tension between the Sand-Iron Gang and the Falcon Sect reached a breaking point, the atmosphere turning volatile under the thunderous roar of Peng Yue’s fury.

Beside them, Baili Jin spoke softly. Outside, a vast, heavy snow was falling; with every step, deep footprints were left in the drifts. Luo Yuan could not recall a year with such an extravagant snowfall, yet he did not dislike it; instead, he found a unique, aesthetic beauty in such weather.

"Forget it, I’m not getting up. I’m going to lie here until this ground turns into a puddle!" And so, he remained there, still and silent as a corpse.

Meanwhile, Su Mu sat cross-legged in a deep cave within the mountains, completely unaware of everything that had transpired within the Blood-Ghost Forbidden Land over the past month.

He had long since abandoned any pretense of walking properly. From the ninety-seventh peak to the ninety-eighth, he practically hopped along, even wishing he could carry his own feet on his shoulders as he went; his sense of triumph was written all over him.

"The Heaven-Sealing Array? Is this a seal upon the world itself?" Mei Zhaoling had shed her earlier shock and asked casually.

Watching Luo Wusheng’s imposing demeanor, the onlookers found that in hearts already filled with affection for Ye Qingjue, a small corner had been carved out for Luo Wusheng as well.

Annie, however, felt a rare sense of wonder—she could sense the immense magic clinging to the branches, a power chaotic enough to disturb any mind, tangled and inextricable.

"Brother Bo Lei, keep an eye on them, especially Senior Sister Meng. Don’t let her do anything foolish. I’m going to scout the perimeter to see if I can find any traces," Qin Mo transmitted via telepathy.

Although I could not understand what the referee was saying, I could guess that he must be declaring my victory.

A peerless powerhouse at the War-Master level, having fought countless battles throughout his life, had virtually dominated that era in terms of combat technique.

"This is my private affair!" Mo Zixuan turned his head, glancing at Wen Zi with a faint, inexplicable detachment in his eyes.

"Jin Zhong, what is the first thing you want to do when you return to the Golden Capital?" Ji Yanxin made conversation, instinctively trying to lighten the mood and help Xia Jinzhong relax.

Hearing Zhang Helan’s words, I froze. What did he mean by that? Was he no longer going to teach me kung fu? Could it be that Gao Tian had pressured him into this?

But today, a year later, the external situation of the base was safer than ever, and internal morale was unprecedentedly stable and unified; there was no longer any need for such tactics to boost spirits.

They could all see the young man’s nervousness, which was hardly surprising; facing a machine worth millions, who could remain calm before their first operation?

Because anyone in the martial arts world with even a modicum of inside information knew that while I had deep ties to the Maoshan sect, our actual relationship was far from good—one could even say we were like fire and water.

Though Mo Zixuan had brought her so much pain, she did not regret it. Because those were precious memories; however brief, they were rare.

He didn't mention what the project was, nor did he speak of the results of their tour investigating investment environments across various nations. But just by looking at his crestfallen expression, one could guess he had left full of confidence, only to be slapped back down by the people of those nations.

"Very well, then I shall trust you, Your Ladyship. I will take my leave." Wang Zhiying, hindered by her leg injury, could not curtsy, so she merely tilted her head as a gesture of respect before withdrawing.

Help them out—even though it might not bring any great benefit to himself, they were all on the same team, and there was no harm in asking.

"Don't be rash." The chaotic, clashing energies rampaging inside Feng Baobao’s body had to be stabilized first; with those pills mixed together, their conflicting properties could trigger anything.

At that moment, Zhao Tianci glanced at me and Zhao Tianyu, then spoke. His eyes flickered suddenly, appearing particularly agitated.

"The Dojo." It was a place where Alice went to vent her anger. People would never guess that Alice’s martial arts skills were formidable; she was a black belt. Song Qing knew this well, having accompanied her several times, only to end up covered in bruises and pitifully battered.

Without further hesitation, Chen Qiubai exerted force through his legs and sprinted toward the mountain. This Imperial Capital of Ghent was surrounded by the sea on all sides, and the only passage to the outside world was the sea train, so beyond this mountain must lie the endless ocean.

"If we don't break the array, is there any other way out?" Lan Shengxue, unable to see her opponent, could only speak into the air, guided by her senses.

Back then, she had been anxious, and her family even more so; they had no choice but to continue the treatment, even increasing the dosage, but the result was that the lumps only grew worse, persisting to this very day.

"Indeed." Only then did Yun Muhua put on a serious expression. The moment Yuchi Mu stepped out of the palace gates, he had spotted the signal in the distance: all four palace gates had been breached by enemy forces.

Qiu Qiang and Qiu Weiguo sat in the back seat in silence, each observing Wang Peng’s expression through the rearview mirror. But Wang Peng seemed to be dozing off the entire way, a sight that left them feeling inevitably disappointed.

The spring rolls and rice flour cakes were filled with fresh chives, eggs, and dried bean curd, a pleasing contrast of yellow and green. One bite released a burst of fresh fragrance, filling the room with the vitality of spring. The medicinal scent of mugwort from the dark green rice balls was even more appetizing.

"How much do you want to borrow?" Fatty had already lent all his money to Wang Kun, and he was never one to save, so he had nothing left. Yet, seeing Wang Kun in need, he was still willing to go out and borrow more for him.

Supporting the "Old Pedant" out of the forensic lab and sitting together on the sun-drenched lawn, Yu Xinyuan felt his spirits lift, though a dark cloud still lingered in the depths of his heart.

"It’s like this..." Ning Zhe had been keeping watch the whole time. Seeing Ling Zhenkun emerge, he knew Yu Qing was safe.

Jiu Huang and Zhao Xuan had no relationship now. By rights, Qin Jue and the others did not need Zhao Xuan’s permission to visit her.

Though Li Nan sensed something was amiss, he immediately turned, discarding his gun and counterattacking with his mountain-clearing saber.

Yes, resurrection. Just as the blood-red, fatal strike landed, a soft light enveloped his entire body. The Sacred Prophecy Guardian had taken effect, nullifying all damage. His body gradually recovered, though he did not receive the three seconds of invincibility typically granted after a resurrection.