Day Fifty of My Brother Loving Me Too Much

These past few days of waiting felt as though many years had passed for Ling Feng and the others, an ordeal of immense hardship. Yet, none dared take even the slightest action. A Martial Saint was no trivial matter; even if the entire Daoist Academy combined their strength, they likely wouldn’t stand a chance against just one of his fingers to bring about their destruction.

The group argued back and forth but reached no conclusion. Regarding the first place on the Ascension Ranking, everyone believed that no one could snatch it away except the prodigy of the Zhen Cang Qiong Sect.

“Big brother, are we really just going to let him leave like this?” shouted a man, furious after being struck by Ma Yong with a teapot.

However, Yi Ruxuan was unaware that four months ago, Nie Tian had only reached the third tier of the Celestial Phenomenon. Had she known this, she might not have felt so emboldened.

“Frost,” whispered Wu Yin softly, and the surrounding temperature suddenly plummeted. Even Chen Yun, standing at a distance, felt a chill envelop his body.

“Why are you dragging me into this again? Sister-in-law, let’s go!” Asina Yun glared irritably and pulled Zhai Shan away with long strides.

The others hurried to the window once more and looked outside. A large contingent of soldiers had gathered outside Du’s Tea House, all dressed in plain clothes but brandishing weapons, their fierce presence sealing off the entrance completely.

She knew that Wen Lian was not as she appeared on the surface. Since returning to the capital, she had been worried Wen Lian might target her. Now that Pei Xuerou was dead, it was entirely possible she might be next.

Yeda watched the constantly running data on the computer screen, his expression tinged with hesitation. Had he made a mistake with the program? Why was it still only 78% loaded? Wasn’t this program supposed to be top-tier in both infiltration and installation speed?

Tao Tianze glanced out the window and was startled to see a man in a police uniform tapping on a car window while lighting a cigarette.

Originally, hearing Zhang Dachun call Zhao Baocai to mention the name Yuling, he thought it was just a coincidence of names, but to his surprise, it was actually the same person.

A broad water screen vividly displayed Zhang Yuqing in exquisite clarity. His flowing robes and hair were loosely bound behind him, gently fluttering in the breeze. His skin, smooth and lustrous like carved jade, shimmered with a subtle radiance. His eyelids were half-closed, and his suspended figure in midair resembled a deity descended to the mortal realm.

In the void, silently and without a sound, countless streams of pure fortune surged directly into the Pillar of the Infinite Dao.

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The other three mercenaries watched, itching with envy. Why didn’t they know any healing massage techniques? They resolved to learn a new craft—it might come in handy when the time was right.

Xianxian bit into a juicy, dripping fruit and waved her hand dismissively, thinking to herself that they were being too polite. After all, they were descended from celestial beings. Revealing their true identities would surely dazzle them beyond belief.

After a morning’s time, everyone finally understood that actors and performers were essentially indistinguishable.

The three opposing brothers, though now close at hand, showed no signs of stage fright. Their basic skills and fluid swordplay were flawless.

“Just got back? Haven’t rested yet, right?” Shen Yuxiu led him a little away from the classroom door, her brows furrowed with sympathy as she noticed the dark bruises beneath his eyes.

When Zhao Hui saw Shen Yuxiu speak to him briefly before leaving, he instinctively touched the left pocket of his coat, then turned to fetch Shen Yulin’s package.

On the boundless grassland beneath a sky of spotless blue, with clouds constantly shifting shape under fierce winds, Yang Yi rode a yellow horse, galloping hard beneath the floating clouds and above the vast meadows.

If Fang Nan truly wanted to turn against Bai Yi, he would have done so long ago, for he had other plans.

When inflated to the extreme, all internal forces burst forth, and the once tightly condensed azure energy became diffuse and scattered.

He sympathized with those teams who faced England in the European Championship, and felt fortunate his parents had not borne him in Scotland; otherwise, he would have had to confront the terrifying Anthony while representing Scotland.

Li Sheng gave a bitter smile and relayed to Yu Dong the company’s plan to expand into television drama production.

Ye Xin gave a slight bow and walked inside. Carriages and horses were already prepared at the mansion gate. Ye Xin entered a carriage, which promptly set off toward the distant grand hall.

Zhang Yifeng was somewhat stunned. The gray power that had entered his body, causing changes to all his abdominal acupoints and able to suppress the Silver Arc of Thunderlight and rival the Wordless Golden Tablet, existed only within the Demon Realm. Such forces were reserved exclusively for the strongest Demon Emperors, and only Demon Lords could wield them.

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This remote and barren garrison had no capacity to host grand banquets or balls. Gathering the ship girls stationed there for a victory celebration was already the limit; inviting ship girls and admirals from elsewhere was out of the question.

Bai Yi’s lips curled into a faint smile. Though his youthful face was tender, it bore an elusive and indefinable aura. His bright, captivating eyes shone with a radiant brilliance.

Li Sheng sat alone in the living room, slowly sobering up and reflecting on his recent work affairs.

“Friend, see if there’s anything you need,” the vendor said cheerfully. “Everything here is cheap; feel free to pick and choose.”

If not for this mysterious, aloof demeanor that made it impossible to guess his true thoughts, Lu Beilin might never have supported the vast Lu family alone, nor kept it standing strong in City A for so many years, nor elevated it to one of the few prominent families nationwide.

Beasts of this rank offered immense benefits to the body with their flesh and blood. Their scales could be crafted into armor that, at least during the physical training phase, was impervious to harm.

The two returned excitedly to the spot where the elite monster had been slain. There, a solitary wooden box sat, incongruous and lonely.

The man turned his head again to gaze at the turbulent river surface. He could not remember who he was, nor where he was. His mind was a complete blank.

In truth, Zhan Tianming bore no real fault; it was merely a lack of character that rendered him a pawn in others’ hands. Upon learning this, Liu He felt a compassionate resolve. He had intended to keep Zhan Tianming so that his combat power could be used where it was truly needed. But today’s circumstances were too extraordinary.

Meanwhile, Wu Xin was immensely delighted. He needed such a powerful attack to shatter the talisman stones. The reason he appeared battered was because he did not want the enemy to unleash their skills. Facing all five of them, he stood no chance. Only by forcing them to fight cautiously as they did now could he cling to a sliver of hope.