Chapter Thirty-Four: Thank Her

From the age of four, Shang Jiuxu never called Shang Yue "father" again. Overnight, he became reticent, though he still offered polite smiles to others—a habit taught by Su Yuehao—leaving no one able to discern his true thoughts.

After Shang Biehan was discharged from the hospital, his grandfather showered him with endless affection, yet Shang Jiuxu deliberately avoided his younger brother. In his young mind, he understood that it was not his brother who had harmed their mother; he knew the true culprit lay elsewhere. Yet, he could not control himself—he hated his brother, and he hated Shang Yue.

Of course, the danger was only relative to ordinary people. Both Qiandai and Nier activated their magical shields; one blue and one white oval barrier shimmered with elemental radiance, illuminating the morning woods.

"Ha, Brother Overlord, you are too modest. I believe you understand our intentions. Look, the alien outbreak is upon us, and every human has awakened their innate talents. It is time we cast off the shackles previously imposed upon us by the Cultivation Alliance."

"Does the Heavenly Lord mean that he will turn the tables and attempt to trap and kill us?" Hearing this, the person beside him could not help but turn pale, asking in disbelief.

If the Zhang family harbored a fake corn, would it not be their fault should any major trouble arise in the future?

Once one attains the Dao, the path they have realized becomes permanently set, leaving no further room for breakthroughs.

As the blood droplets flew into the demon’s body, the previously withered form seemed nourished, its condition improving and its aura growing more formidable. Only then did Lin Tian heave a sigh of relief, while the Devouring God-Demon retreated into the shadows once more.

After graduation, Liu Tianjiao stayed home with Xu Ying for over half a month before heading to Beijing to work as a cashier at a company. Her relationship with Wei Ziming remained stable.

Qin Mu also stood up, lowering his head. He did not meet Mei'er’s eyes, nor did he speak.

When the eight children from each class stood at the front and their parents began to tie their red scarves, Xu Ying felt her hands trembling.

Seeing Ming Luo vanish into thin air, Mei Yunshan’s eyes widened in shock. He hurriedly held his breath to sense the surrounding aura, but found nothing.

"He couldn't possibly be doing anything important!" Geshu Daoyuan did not believe for a second that Geshu Han, who only knew how to act with chivalry, could achieve anything significant.

"Damn it! Wasn't it said that there were treasures left behind by ancient masters in this wretched city? I've been searching for so long, why haven't I seen anything?" Huangfu Ming glared at the thunder tribulation in the sky, his anger mounting.

"Besides, don't we still have the Magneto-Void Shuttle in our hands?" Yuan Futong said with a reassuring smile.

Uncle Qin Xiao also showed off his skills, preparing braised beef. He had added cornstarch to the meat, making it tender and incredibly delicious.

Zhuge Ming was currently at the early stage of the Yin-Sha realm, equivalent to the early stage of the Profound rank in ancient martial arts, while Guo Leng was at the late peak of the Spiritual Master stage, equivalent to the late peak of the Yellow rank.

The definition of an executive producer is a critical issue. It is common for executive producers to discuss the script with screenwriters during the production process, which imbues them with screenwriting attributes—their duties occupy the most sensitive part of the gray area.

Carrying a tray, Chen Wanrong entered the room to find Chen Laoshi sitting on the edge of the bed, chatting happily with Wang Shaohua. He wore a smile as if he had discovered a treasure, looking exceptionally pleased.

Mother Feng was originally a long-time servant of the mother-in-law, Madam Xia. Later, when Madam Que married into the Mu household, Madam Xia assigned Mother Feng to serve her. Given that Madam Lin had been in the Mu household for so many years without ever having been granted anyone for her service, the status of Madam Que in Madam Xia’s heart was evident.

Su Qiancheng’s voice had become completely hoarse; she could no longer even cry out in pain, her face frozen in a mask of numbness.

"We do not yet know the murderer's motive for designing all of this, as the matter is complex. But one thing is certain: the killer must have held a grudge against Qin Huai. Otherwise, they would not have treated his corpse with such cold-blooded cruelty, breaking his fingers," Tang Yeshuang noted.