Chapter 51: Turmoil in the Chu Family

After dinner, Huali washed the dishes while Luoyan and Xiaoxiu turned on the television to watch cartoons.

Once Huali finished her chores and wiped her hands dry, the cartoon happened to end. Seeing Xiaoxiu pull out a literacy book to teach Luoyan, Huali drifted over to join them.

Luoyan already knew how to read, though; there was no need for her to study.

Xiaoxiu grabbed Luoyan, who was twisting her body to escape, and pressed a finger against the book spread out on the coffee table, her little face very solemn.

How could a child not study properly? Teacher Xiaoxiu was quite upset.

Obedient to every instruction, yet relatively speaking, the source of this respect was not fear, but genuine heartfelt love—and that was more than enough.

The one truly in charge of everything was Blood Sixty-Five. Highly respected among the guardians, he certainly knew more inside information than his younger brother.

Mori City was the largest city in the region, so Fang He naturally had no trouble finding its traces and flew directly toward it.

...This was the Spirit Realm, a place where dragons and tigers hide and cultivators abound like clouds. One had to remain cautious, strict, and resolute, yet possess the courage of a bear, and master those heaven-defying skills to protect oneself from being ruthlessly framed and harmed by others.

"I don't understand. Since the Heavenly Emperor has already served as the Lord of the Three Realms, what further benefit is there for him to fight once more for the position of the Common Master of the Three Realms?" Lin Yu asked curiously.

"Not good, it's possible he has a concussion. He can't continue this game, get him off the court right now." After a brief assessment, the team doctor reached a conclusion: Paul was injured, his condition was poor, and he definitely wouldn't be able to play for the rest of this match, at the very least.

Going to lectures was merely symbolic, because in the Myriad Worlds Continent, no one could teach him anything. Moreover, one day, taking advantage of Baoli's absence, he walked up to the podium on a whim and lectured Ye Nanxiu and the others on the martial arts dao.

Since Wu Zijian had determined the number of steamed buns on the young master of the Ye family, and he believed that even if he ate until he was stuffed, he could not possibly consume a hundred buns, he had just now dared to enjoy this bun feast in such a reckless manner.

Listening to the heartbreaking, agonizing pleas, Yang Tian felt his heartstrings vibrate. It was just a shortage of twenty thousand yuan; saving a life was paramount, was there any need to haggle and withhold surgery over this? Hospitals should be people-oriented, how could they possibly push a patient to such desperate straits?

However, what upper deities truly were, and whether they even existed, were secrets known only to the leaders of various factions. Ordinary saint-tier figures had no inkling of them, let all the venerables and great masters.

"Perhaps," Hopkins said. "But it can save your lives." He turned to the supervisor-general: "I don't think this can hold out for very long, supervisor-general. We have to make Siren stop now." His voice was not loud, yet it was startlingly clear.

"Commander Leng, you really are ruthless. But this is for the best, so that everyone won't panic blindly later." Gritting his teeth, Shao Bing stood beside Leng Yang, finally understanding what Leng Yang was trying to do.

This unexpected blast of sound triggered a series of rough, fierce roars laced with a Fegortan accent. There had always been a legend in the Imperial Army: once, a deserter was frightened to death on the spot by the old Minister of Military Affairs' roar.

Prince Shou was naturally quite surprised, yet immensely overjoyed. The Prince Shou's estate had seen no good news in recent years, but now that the Princess Shou was finally pregnant, it swept away the gloomy and depressed atmosphere that had lingered in the mansion for so long.

Feng Xiaoxiao narrated this supreme decisive battle in his usual flat tone, completely lacking in poetic atmosphere. Moreover, the actual duel between the two ended within three moves and two styles; Feng Xiaoxiao could not think of any modifiers, so he wrapped it up in just a few brief words.

Feng Xiaoxiao was channeling his true qi from his right hand to the absolute maximum. Naturally, the closer to the palm, the more intense the chilling wind and the higher the attack power. Thus, the previous bandit could be blasted flying away with a single palm strike from Feng Xiaoxiao, whereas the bandits standing slightly further back now could only struggle bitterly against the howling gale.

Lady Liang was suffering terribly from morning sickness at the moment. Foods she used to love could not even be smelled now, and a single glance made her nauseous. For the past two days, she had only been able to eat a little pickled cabbage heart and clear porridge, unable to keep down anything else at all, which left Prince Shou anxious and irritable.