Chapter 27: Father Shows His Might

As I cried out for help, a sudden, chilling gust of wind swept through the dense woods outside the North Mountain mass grave.

Immediately following it came a loud rustle.

A dense swarm of crows burst from the forest, flapping their wings and shrieking as they ascended into the sky. Behind this flock, a bizarre, massive bird appeared out of thin air. Its head was enormous, its body broad, and its wings, when spread, looked like a low-flying aircraft...

"Hmph, the people of Qingqiu have gone too far. It was only a spar, yet they wounded Junior Brother Limu so severely. Whoever is matched against that person in tomorrow's competition must teach him a lesson, lest he think our Qinghua Sect has no one left to stand against him!" a man in Taoist robes, wearing a high cap and possessing a stern expression, declared sharply.

"I hear you’ve been working on some marketing plan lately?" Jiang Zhiyuan asked, adopting the tone of an elder, omitting honorifics as he addressed Wu Hua directly.

She stepped forward to examine Han Yanchen’s condition, finding that just as Su Qing had said, he remained unconscious, yet there was nothing visibly amiss with him. "How long has he been like this?" Bai Ningxi asked.

Although he felt deeply unsettled, he was also curious about the identities of these two. Even though they wore veils, he was certain they were not the man he had seen by the river last time; their builds and temperaments were completely different.

But this time, Song Zimo did not grant her wish. He stepped forward, grabbed Liang Yishan as she tried to leave, and without a word, pressed his lips to hers.

Jiang Jingzhi still wore his trademark "I am the best in the world" expression, glancing at July and the others with utter disdain, treating them as if they were nothing more than air.

Seeing her frozen in place, Zhu Yuan reminded her again. Bai Ningxi started, and after assessing the situation, despite her deep concern for Zhu Yuan, she had no choice but to leave and run toward the inn.

"I don't know the specifics either. Zhou Chong is waiting outside right now to plead his guilt. Would you like to see him?" the middle-aged man asked.

Clearly, the Buddhist power that Huyinke had borrowed was shattered by Yuan Shixiao’s relentless punches, to the point where he could no longer even maintain his basic illusionary form.

After dodging the flames, Tie Ruhan and the others descended to the ground on their magical artifacts. After a brief consultation, they devised a plan: Tie Ruhan, the Five-Poison Immortal Matriarch, and the Poison-Hand Rakshasa would handle Lu Fan, while the rest, led by Madame Butterfly, would capture the Blazing Centipede in the sky.

***

Outside, the wind grew more frantic, howling and wailing, causing the windows to rattle as if ghosts were shrieking.

Hang Yu had been working on this song for several months, spending every night in front of his computer, learning while he produced. Because his technical knowledge wasn't deep enough, he could never quite create an arrangement that satisfied him.

Then, within his virtual program, he could provide us with a world—a completely realistic Earth, a China, and an inconspicuous high school in a corner of Beijing.

This operation, which mobilized nearly a thousand Nascent Soul cultivators and nearly a hundred Sovereigns, had reached its limit.

Dong Ru and the others returned before the Lantern Festival. Although they hadn't made it back for New Year's Eve, they had at least arrived home safe and sound after rushing.

In the direction of the Apocalypse Academy, the cheers for Wang Hao were directly drowned out by the shouts of support for Fang Ming.

"Even if I wanted to acquire your company, I wouldn't need to play these kinds of dirty tricks. To lose my reputation just to save that little bit of money—do you know how much my reputation is worth now?" Hang Yu said.

The design of the *Fireseed* only considered maximum cruising speed; it was not a fighter jet prepared for combat. Therefore, its instantaneous acceleration performance was limited, mainly because the cockpit lacked a dual-layer liquid protection mode—a design that would have significantly increased the *Fireseed's* own weight.

After receiving word of Ding Li’s summons, Xun Yu hurried to the Prime Minister’s residence, where Zhuge Jin was already waiting at the gate to usher him inside with great enthusiasm.

The more the front desk emphasized the rarity of the Feng Shui master, the more reliable Wang Qi felt it was. Buying a house required multiple viewings anyway, so a month or two was normal. It wasn't just Wang Qi; quite a few customers felt the same—the moment they heard a master was rare, they became even more eager.

"Is it disadvantageous to me? There aren't any treasures there anyway." Huan Qianyu looked curious, and Liu Yi couldn't tell if he was truly foolish or just pretending.

It was no wonder that when the Seventh Prince heard the name Zhao Kuoyi, his smile was so relaxed and indifferent. With a figure like that entering the fray, his pressure was immediately halved.

"Could it be that we need a legend at the Reincarnation level?" As this thought occurred, many of the powerful figures on the floating platform left in silent agreement, wanting no part of staying there.

The Prime World, which had existed for countless eons, finally reached its end. Under that terrifying punch, the solid membrane of the world shattered like paper.

***

Her skin was as fair as mutton-fat jade, her chest was impressively full, and her willow-thin waist exuded an alluring aura.

Yes, yes, of course, the old man is right about everything, but Tang Rao was the last person who had any right to speak on such matters.

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly clutched his chest and stumbled back two steps, a look of agony crossing his face. He gritted his teeth, holding back, his eyes fixed on Xuan Xiao, who had already turned around.

He had calculated everything, but he never accounted for Ji Tian achieving the status of a True Immortal of the Primordial Spirit; the power the Immortal-Slaying Sword Array could unleash was now vastly different from before.

At the same time, the magical treasure pierced through his body and exploded violently from within.

Carried away by the moment, Ji Tian’s palms blurred into a series of afterimages. Twelve divine beasts emerged from his thrusting palms—the twelve forms of Xingyi. Now, combining them with immortal techniques and channeling his internal essence, he manifested the twelve divine beasts into the world.

Having easily infiltrated Fengxiang City, Xin Qiji never expected his sudden appearance would terrify the loyal ministers of the Great Jin Dynasty, who had been gathered in high spirits, into such a chaotic panic. He didn't even need to execute a few unlucky souls to serve as a warning.

After sending Qi Lin and Qi Wen—who were quietly complaining about their future sister-in-law occupying their private seats—to the road to catch a bus back to school, Qi Jingtao and Su Min, who was still full of energy despite a busy day, rode a motorcycle to town, following Shi Lei, who had been waiting for them.

His family hadn't had the conditions back then. When he was in high school, like most rural students, he envied the classmates who had the means to go home and prepare for exams. This only fueled the desire of students from rural backgrounds like him to study hard and change the trajectory of their lives.

Even that stout mother, upon hearing the prison sentence, couldn't help but distance herself; those who had been to prison were no good.

After Lu Jian-guo finished speaking and saw the two of them staring at him blankly, he frowned even deeper, reached over to snatch the broom from them, and began to sweep with his back hunched.