Volume 1, Chapter 30: The Adopted Second Young Master

After sensing that the presence of those on the roof had faded, Duan Wuhen leaped from the tree onto the rooftop to survey the interior of the Huangfu estate. It truly lived up to its reputation as one of the Five Great Families; the complex layout of the courtyard alone was enough to disorient any intruder. The fire had been extinguished, and a profound silence descended upon the grounds. Duan Wuhen vaulted lightly, landing outside a third-story window of the main residence. If his assumptions were correct, this was where the head of the family resided. Suddenly, a voice drifted from within the room, and Duan Wuhen immediately concealed his aura.

“Did the elders find any outsiders?”
“No, Patriarch. We stationed five elders on guard, and none...”

Under such a mindset, how could the Great Sun Tathagata Buddha’s attack be effective? The pressure instantly shifted to the Maitreya Buddha, who was assisting in the battle. General Zhang Xuewu was on the verge of driving into Japan; could any force withstand the vanguard of such an army? What else could the Kwantung Army do after being soundly defeated in Chengde?

“Well, I’ve offended people I shouldn’t have, so I’m going back to my hometown to teach. Even though the pay isn’t as good as it is here, I won’t have to work so hard,” Master Zhang said with a touch of melancholy.

In the eyes of the special forces scout, this appeared highly irregular. The results of the reconnaissance left Qin Buer feeling intrigued. Could this group be lying in ambush waiting for his party?

With that, he stopped clashing with Zen Master Zunsheng, leaped into the air, and charged directly at him.

“Haha, did you hear that? I reckon I’ll be a better grandfather than you are,” Lan Hongyu teased, glancing at his elder brother, Shangguan Wufeng.

Zhang Xuewu couldn’t help but offer a bitter smile. Could the Japanese really wait for China to establish a unified and consolidated national defense? If that were to happen, with these sixty German-equipped national defense divisions, recovering the Northeast and even pushing into Korea would be effortless.

Looking at Xie Li, Shangguan Lingyou thought for a moment. “Fine... we shall meet in the martial arts world.” It sounded as if she were warning herself, informing her opponent, or perhaps addressing someone not far away.

That evening, the two elders saw them staying in the same room but said nothing. Grandma Tan merely whispered to Lele, “Be sure to stay safe.” Behind her, a powerful figure was reviewing Huang Lele’s file. Before investigating her, they had all assumed she was a medical student.

Xie Fei’s heart tightened suddenly. She masked her unease, only to find that she could no longer force a smile. Once the rumors about the Chang family spread at the banquet, their status in Fengcheng would plummet. Most importantly, it was a matter of her own peace of mind; she did not know Pei Mosheng’s current condition, which was why she was so desperate to leave and check on him.

Xuan Qingsong mumbled incoherently while eating, listing the things he wanted to add to the Taoist temple.

“What do you think?” Lu Yu asked instead of answering. His intentions were simple: he wanted to know the hearts of these two men.

Although he wasn't heading to any grand occasion, the fact that Xiaoyaozi had been beaten was far too obvious, and Ye Wuji was somewhat reluctant to bring him along.

“Aunt, Anqing was only staying late because she was taking care of me.” Before Mu Anqing could speak, Pei Mosheng intervened.

The shop had a perfectly square window facing the street. Whenever someone in the village had a wedding or a funeral, they would come to buy paper offerings. The immobilization talisman attached to the zombie also had a Qingping Incantation drawn on the back, a bane to evil spirits like the Old Ghost.

Though she regretted saving this man in her heart, if she were to do it all over again, she would still choose to save him. Perhaps they hadn’t noticed, or perhaps because all previous light cannons had been blocked, they subconsciously felt they couldn't be hit.

Perfectly inheriting An Xian’s virtue of helping others, Tiepi saw Gan Zheng in a predicament and kindly wanted to help.

Shen Zhiyu paused slightly and turned around. The man’s fingers were cold, and she subconsciously flinched at the touch against her skin.

“Sister! Are you telling the truth? Don't tease me!” Zhang Laizi was shocked, nearly jumping up in excitement.

Therefore, when you occupy a high position, you must love them with empathy and act in their best interests. The common people live difficult lives; throughout history, the energy unleashed by the Han people could topple any dynasty—what did a small matter like this even amount to?

Despite having experience driving large vehicles and possessing immense natural talent, this was Wen Tong’s first time driving an RV, so she had to remain cautious.

Xiao En’s figure was hidden in the shadows of a corner. He had long since spotted William, but he dared not recognize him; the changes were too great, and he had grown far too weathered.

Take Jiang Cheng, for instance. Before becoming a senator, his job at the family council had been to serve tea and pour water.

Seeing this, Jian Yunyou was so shocked she could have fit an egg in her mouth, and a wave of disgust washed over her.

“It’s good that you didn’t. If we find out that the girl has lost her virginity, you’ll see how I deal with you!” After threatening Song Lian, Gao Zixia’s impression of Yu Yin worsened even further.

“A country completely foreign to you—why bother being so concerned?” Feng Yimo asked with a smile.

These pains only needed to be felt once; even a person as strong as Wang Nanbei would not want to endure them again. It was just like that time in the Black Forest along the Mediterranean coast, where she had been covered in wounds, unconscious, and eventually vanished without a trace after falling into the river.

As she spoke, her gaze landed on the last fire room, filled with disdain and mockery. The implication was self-evident. At this moment, a touch of sorrow welled up in Jun Hui’s heart, and her long-tranquil mind was suddenly gripped by deep jealousy.

But she was never particularly clever to begin with; otherwise, how could she have ended up with such a fate in her previous life?

Hearing the question, Lin Yi and the others were shocked. Staring at the old man hundreds of feet away, Lin Yi felt his heart tighten further. He had seen this man before—it was Elder Mu, the First Peak Elder of the Qinglan Sword Sect.

Jiang Chengce raised an eyebrow at the sight, thinking to himself that his team of heart-stealers was truly formidable. No matter the time, the place, or the adversity, his team members always maintained an unyielding, resilient spirit.

“Brother Han, have you forgotten about the night before last?” Feng Luoyu stared at Wang Zihan and smiled coldly.

Then came the objectors. Seeing that the first person did not raise their hand, Luo Wuhen’s brow relaxed slightly; as long as they were neutral, he had a chance to win them over.

With a flick of his mind, Gu Chen summoned a green spirit sword, several books, and over a dozen spirit stones from the Beichen Star Crystal Ring on his finger.

“I will say this once more: if Hui’er is not handed over within ten minutes, this place will become a mass grave!” Ye Canxue’s icy voice rang out again.

In truth, Long Yunfeng had known that Kajieli and the others might be a bit stage-frightened during their first match, but seeing their high spirits now, he finally felt at ease.

In her past life, the 250,000 yuan in Feng Lihua’s hands had been stolen by her eldest son shortly after she boasted about it. But now, she was so preoccupied with her own pride that she had forgotten the rule of not flaunting one's wealth.