117, The Lin Family (Revised)

The couple from the second branch, Lin Yuanchuan and Zhou Juan, immediately began to echo each other.

"That's right, eldest brother and sister-in-law, as you both know, our branch has two children to raise, and the expenses are enormous. I rely solely on working at construction sites for a living, and it is hard-earned money. Many projects have even defaulted on payments, so we haven't been able to save much of a nest egg."

Lin Yuanchuan sighed, putting on the air of someone who had labored tirelessly and worried incessantly over the family's livelihood.

"Indeed!" Zhou Juan chimed in immediately.

Yin Shiqing raised his voice, and those outside the hall held their breath, able to hear him clearly from within.

Yang Xiaowei returned to the school, where the teachers had already arrived. They were spontaneously cleaning the premises, preparing for the start of the new semester.

Suddenly, another thunderous roar echoed. Mallow hurriedly dodged, watching helplessly as a boulder weighing at least a hundred tons came crashing down, its impact seemingly suppressing a large portion of the raging flood in mid-air.

"Li Jian, my mother wants to see me recently. I think she must have come to terms with it. Let's get married once we have our family's blessing!" Xu Caifeng said.

"..." Chi Lun listened to her rambling, simply sitting down at his own desk.

Xiao Yan had heard of this kind of medicinal pill, but having never possessed the formula, he had to let the matter rest. Possessing such a pill would be equivalent to gaining additional means of survival.

He had finally managed to establish a foothold in Fanyang County. If it were destroyed by the Yellow Turban rebels, all his dreams and plans would come to nothing, like scooping water with a bamboo basket. Zhao Yi would never allow such a thing to happen.

Xiao Yan grinned, his eyes chilling. Compared to Lei Xingyun, this old fellow before him was indeed more troublesome. His strikes already carried the Heavenly Dao power of a Heavenly Venerate; such an ability was a natural bane to anyone below that level. Consequently, it was essentially impossible for an Emperor Dao cultivator to challenge a Heavenly Venerate.

As he spoke, Cao Ying did not even glance at the guard who lay dead in a pool of blood with a tragic expression. His stout frame moved as he lunged forward, and the last surviving guard behind him did not dare to delay, hurriedly following suit.

The surrounding crowd also gazed at Li Dong with eager eyes; their anxious expressions made it clear that they, too, were desperate to know the truth.

Atsumi looked at the Blastoise sent out by Shinji. In terms of size alone, Atsumi's Blastoise was indeed not as impressive as Shinji's, but hers was a "seasoned veteran," so she did not mind the difference in their stature.

The toad-faced man nodded, took out the incense, candles, and spirit money he had prepared, and lit them with a lighter.

No matter how astonishing the defensive power might be, as long as the Scizor’s attack power was raised to the extreme, it could kill with a single blow.

"Who is making such a ruckus?" The Crown Princess had just taken a sip of tea when she heard the faint commotion outside, and her brows knitted slightly.

Although Shinji had been a bit heavy-handed, the old man had been the one to bring the person there. Since Chigusa's Hitmontop had been beaten to such a state, the old man could do nothing to Shinji and could only bid him farewell.

The figure was a youth who appeared to be about the same age as Zhou Tian. He had a delicate, youthful face, and his pitch-black eyes looked at the people around him with a sense of apathy. At all times, the corners of his mouth carried a trace of bitterness.

"Is that so? I’d like to see how much weight they really carry." A youth snorted in disdain, then took a step forward. With his True Essence surging, he threw a punch at Zhou Tian without the slightest mercy.

The people were right before them; if they claimed not to know, they feared that the Zhang family elder would not let them off.

"Fair enough. Alright, this time I’m here, Ziling, cheer your husband on. That way, I'll feel like I'm filled with strength, hehe." Even at a time like this, Qisha was still spouting nonsense—one really shouldn't show off their affection in such inappropriate situations.