Chapter 79: Family Crisis

Summer Yanbing stared blankly at Taibai, recognizing that Taibai was not lying. For a moment, silence fell between them.

Li Longfei struggled to extricate himself, thinking he had only wanted to comfort this emotionally wounded girl, not expecting to be entangled by her instead.

“Where are you going? This isn’t the way to the Mi family,” Lengran noted, remembering that the road to the Mi family was straight ahead, and questioned Mi Bai in confusion.

Li Longfei and Manni recalled the bloodied limbs hanging in the storage room and felt that something was amiss.

At that moment, another voice rose in the court, clear and indifferent—not exactly pleasant, yet it sent a chill through everyone’s heart, a new, unspeakable fear born in the graveyard silence.

Susan smiled gracefully. That remark was both encouragement and indulgence, but also a test. She accepted the rose from the man and said, “Thank you. My name is Susan; here is my card.” She took out a freshly printed card from the hands of her assistant, Bulgaria.

Director Xu was momentarily embarrassed, but their faces were thick enough; he wrapped his arm around Xu Ran and continued forward.

How could she love such scalding broth? Yet, for some reason, Ruoli would personally go to the cold pool every day to catch fish for her, simmer the soup himself, and watch her drink it, seeming all the happier for it.

Just now, upon his return, he glanced around again. A naturally formed illusion array on the mountain wall blocked the nostril of the ghostly face, and that nostril happened to be the passage leading deep into the giant’s body.

Marvelous, colossal mechanisms; strange, ugly yet robust creatures made of smoke—what exactly had that unpredictable immortal been doing to create such monsters?

The Xu family was always quiet, but the midwife’s voice was so loud she startled even herself, quickly covering her mouth in shock.

“An assassin!” Suddenly, a cold-faced man stood up. Two fingers of his right hand pointed skyward, and six streaks of white sword energy shot forth, aiming directly at the figure in the air.

Whether attacking with fire or water, sieging a city always had its limitations. Usually, water attacks require the city to be built on low ground, but city builders typically account for this, making a direct flood almost impossible. Only by storing water could one hope to flood a city.

“Wait… do you have any odd quirks? Greed? Laziness? Anything like that?” He truly did not wish to repeat the aftereffects of subduing Shen Xinglie.

Unable to locate Wu Zhixiang and the other two, Mo Kui had no choice but to approach the Morong clan, hoping to glean some information about their whereabouts.

The Xianbei may have appeared prosperous, but in reality, their lives were far from easy. In the eyes of Han Chinese, nomads like the Xianbei seemed to drink goat milk when thirsty, eat mutton when hungry, and often sang and danced. In truth, this was only the life of nobles or as seen in movies; ordinary folk lived on the edge of survival.

Despite the inconveniences of the examination hall, Chu Huaixian, ever fastidious, made sure he was neatly dressed before he emerged. He wore his favorite long robe of blue embroidered with tender yellow bamboo shoots, and his jade belt now held a carved floral pendant, switched out thoughtfully by Lady Chu, who knew her son’s fondness for adornment.

When all votes were cast, the number board flickered briefly, transforming into a large announcement screen.

Shen Haoxuan strode slowly to the center of the grand hall, his gaze sweeping over the array of instruments, a bold, arrogant smile curling on his lips.

Speia sat quietly aside, listening to their discussions. Yet her mind was absorbed in the cultivation technique Su Heng had given her. The more she pondered, the more astounded she became; she had never imagined such a profound, intricate, and effective method could exist in this world.

Kratos’ true spirit stood immovable, suffused with ethereal radiance, like a god with billions of arms, intercepting every Vital Energy Sword with precision. His focus was absolute, seizing divine martial cores again and again from within the primordial energy.

With this thought, madness flickered in the island lord’s eyes. As long as he killed Yang Mo and the others, the secret would never come to light.

Thinking this, Zhang Cheng forced himself to answer the phone, pressing it to his ear and muttering, “Hello…”

James dragged Adam toward the inner sanctum of the laboratory. Adam made no attempt to resist; as for fighting back—a high-level apprentice’s power was beyond him for now. Better to see what James intended.

Xu Feng glanced over the young Blackscale clan member who called himself Takasoya. The youth was only of nine-star strength with three attributes at that level, but behind him stood more than ten others, three of whom had already reached planetary rank, though only at the second or third tier.

“You may attack at any time, there’s no problem. Mr. President, your gun doesn’t seem ordinary either—why not fire a shot and see?” Nie Chang said with a smile.

The old man, hearing Jiang Shan’s praise, immediately straightened with pride, patting his chest, as if he had just accomplished some great and heroic deed.