17 “Seriously Ill”

Lin Erdan gave no explanation, vaguely saying, “My brother tends to talk a lot.”

In truth, after Lin’s mother and Lin Shisheng brought gifts to visit Lin Zhao, rumors began to circulate in the village. People whispered that Lin’s mother showed favoritism toward her daughter who married out of the village, giving her meat and eggs while withholding them from her own son and grandson, and so on.

The words were harsh and unpleasant.

The children of the Lin family overheard this and felt a deep sense of injustice.

Seeing their aunt return with gifts, they couldn’t help but boast about it from one end of the village to the other.

In the vast city of Tokyo, there were only over seventy thousand guards and archers. The forces were few, commanders scarce, and manpower seriously lacking, leaving the city’s defenses alarmingly weak. Naturally, Yang Ye had no hope of drawing more troops from these regular armies to form his new team.

Until one day, an outsider accidentally stumbled upon the area. Flying over the swampy region, he suddenly discovered forty-nine wells, many of which were spurting energy.

One by one, the hearts of the warriors who had once been disappointed and ready to give up began to beat wildly once more.

The people of Wushuang City below hurried to catch this powerful elder from the Dragon and Tiger Sect. They were both angry and frustrated, yet powerless to do anything about it.

Standing in the central hall of the aquarium’s core, Ye Fan meticulously calculated his next move. He had expected Rafael to appear here, but the reality was far from what he had anticipated.

Yang Tian’s expression changed drastically as he saw the black flying boat not dodge but instead accelerate toward everyone. He quickly shouted out in alarm.

“Heh, I never thought that Yun Tianhe, the favored disciple of the sect leader and the prodigy of the Autumn Xuan ancestor, would be so considerate of Elder Wu’s interests,” Ren Hengzhi said with a smirk.

Strangely, faced with such a brutal slap and sabotage, Goebbels showed neither anger nor fear—only mockery, as if confronting two laughable mice.

A gust of chilling wind swept through, like a violent spatial turbulence. Hundreds, even thousands, of ghastly, snarling vengeful spirits, fierce and clawing, surged forward like blood-red lightning, all rushing toward Lin Xun to attack.

“I’ve actually seen you before,” Long Shu said abruptly and inexplicably, a remark that immediately caught the top scholar off guard.

“You must have saved him, right? It must be because your resolve wasn’t strong enough,” I pondered for a long moment before saying.

With the fierce fan flame unleashed, the surrounding air suddenly grew arid. The numerous beasts confined within the pens became agitated, violently battering against the fences several meters high.

I lay on the ground, my mind empty—a sign of extreme weakness. I couldn’t summon blessings or muster strength. My eyes widened as I watched Chantian slowly walk away.

With the common enemy gone, Xiong Kuohai waved his hand, and nearly seven hundred people from the Teaching Hall, White Tiger Hall, and Asura Hall instantly formed a massive encirclement, surrounding more than five hundred people from the Taiqing dojo in the center.

Hu Xinlei and I, worried we’d be too excited to sleep at night, deliberately did a thousand push-ups each before bed.

The shop owner’s wife said she added a special ancestral aromatic herb to the fried noodles, which made them particularly fragrant. But the scent was unique and not everyone liked it. It was like adding cilantro to noodles—some loved it, others detested it.

Xi Mei inwardly cursed. According to her original plan, she had hoped that the four disciples of Master Golden Cicada would all go to Bailixia together and that they would fight the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord to a mutually destructive end, allowing her to profit from the outcome.

The monkey fell into deep thought. After a long while, he took a deep breath. The laziness in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by unwavering determination and resolve.

After every training session, snipers from our class, and even other classes, would surround me in the dormitory, seeking advice.

Just then, a white light shot out from the passage. Before she could even clearly see the familiar Heavenly Realm scenery, she suddenly sensed a pitch-black force rushing toward her.