Chapter 30: So Very Well-Behaved

In the end, even the Nether Fetus betrayed Ling Yefeng. So what if you are my father? Who told you to make my mother cry?

Cheng Kai glanced at me and offered a faint smile. True to his word, he said nothing more, started the car, and drove me to Fu Xue’s gallery.

He was dressed in casual white attire today, wearing white slippers. As he passed beneath the lush shade of the trees, dappled sunlight filtered through the branches, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across his form.

Before Jian Yijun could steady herself, Mu Zhijun had already pinned her down once more, his dense, fervent kisses raining down and drowning out her words.

The old man was incredibly long-winded. Han Zhenhan was burning with rage at the old man’s relentless prodding, yet the smile on his lips only deepened. By the time the old man finished speaking, Han Zhenhan actually let out a laugh.

It was all in the past. She had already forgiven Mu Zhijun for so much; did this little bit really matter?

I knew what Hua Xu was anxious about. He feared that I still minded the existence of Lin Shiwen, that I would ignore him just as I had before, and that I would be determined to leave him.

Most of her injuries had healed by now, though her fractured shoulder blade and wounded throat still required rest.

Hadn't Bai Zi’s student fallen from grace? When he fell, many of his supporters defected to Hei Zi, who remained in power. Zhuang Yan said the information he had helped Bai Zi’s student investigate had likely already fallen into Hei Zi’s hands.

One moment he was worried about what might happen if an accident occurred—should he ask the Main God to intervene? The next moment, the accident occurred exactly as feared.

Lu Bingyan spoke with such righteous indignation, as if he were a magnanimous husband and it was simply that her mother had been ungrateful in the past.

Zhou Susu saw that the situation was turning precarious and hurriedly signaled to Yu’er, motioning for her to retreat behind her.

When Lin Manman slowly regained consciousness on the wooden board, she saw Mo Shenghan slumped over her shoulder, looking quite frail.

The red-eyed zombie was struck repeatedly, its iron-hard skin clashing countless times against the long, pitch-black blade, producing a ceaseless, dull thudding sound.

As they spoke, the four of them opened the bags and tipped them onto the ground, spilling out a collection of demon cores.

As they flapped their wings, glittering, golden dust drifted down from the sky, resembling a shower of diamond snow.

I had never encountered a path so difficult to manage. Ming Jing communicated that if he didn't give this guy a taste of his own medicine, the fellow would never lower his arrogant guard. Ming Jing agreed, but insisted that the matter required a sense of proportion; he couldn't push the other party into a corner. Ming Jing further restricted the range of movement of this ancient soul.

Setting aside whether Di Tian could safely extract this power—for Old Tang had clearly warned him of the terror contained within these eighteen Golden Dragon King seals—even if he could, he would become a mediocre man after the power was removed. By then, even if he found Gu Yue, would she still love a mediocre version of him?

Huo Yuhao’s spiritual consciousness was already highly cultivated; upon ascending to the rank of God King, he became the strongest in the Douluo God Realm in terms of spiritual cultivation, even surpassing Tang San in that regard.

But Asura did not care. He knew that the grand formation had been activated to refine him completely; conversely, this was his best chance to escape, for he had already found a scapegoat.

Thinking of this, Jun Moxuan smiled indifferently. Although he was currently in a situation where a single penny could stump a hero—the 3,000 taels he used to redeem Shui Dingdang had been obtained only by pawning his own jade pendant—he realized that commoners were the most exploited people in the world.

"Then... what about the enthronement ceremony tomorrow..." Fu Dequan wondered how the Seventh Prince had negotiated with the Emperor, which was why he dared to ask.

Daming Prefecture was the very place Jiang Wuji had personally chosen for the decisive battle. This battle would determine the true national destiny of Northern Qi. If Northern Qi could win, it would buy them at least five to ten years of breathing room; if they could join forces with Western Chu, that time would double.

At the same time, a cluster of intertwined branches sprang up like a spring. In an instant, it occupied a third of the space inside the lotus bud and showed signs of spreading further.

"I’ll go tell Mom," Mo Song said, then tossed the Xuanling Orb to his father. As the light faded, Mo Song turned to see that a black cloth was tightly covering the room’s entrance.

"Do you know how many geniuses in this world have dreamed of cultivating multiple attributes, only to fail, ending up with nothing because they were too distracted? They were destined never to reach the pinnacle of the Great Dao!" Master Cang asked, his tone heavy.

"What? You say the pets you raised have gone mad?" Mo Song shouted, shaking his head in confusion and hopping about.

On the Yangtze River, a constant stream of large ships was transporting boatload after boatload of grain to the north bank.

After Tang Zhong knocked those men down, he walked straight ahead, ignoring the people behind him entirely.

It was less of a formation and more of a Great Dao or a specific authority that directly ignored many conventional laws.

While I was calculating how to deal with Guo Yuqing, I walked toward the kitchen. Just as I reached the dining room and prepared to toss my phone onto the table, a text message flew in.