40 Double Standards

The eldest child gave a shy smile.

"My brother and I are the most amazing kids in our brigade," the second child said, chin held high, proud as a peacock.

Lin Zhao carried half a bag of rice out of the room. Seeing Yuncheng getting along well with the two children, he thought to himself that it was no wonder they were uncle and nephew; they had become familiar with each other in just a few words.

"Yuncheng, help me take these rations back."

Song Yuncheng took the bag and secured it to the handlebars of his bike. As he exerted force, he felt something in his trouser pocket. He suddenly remembered he had forgotten to give the item to...

***

In the midst of the thirty-fourth level, there stood a colossal mountain peak, formed entirely from a pile of ancient weapons. At its summit, a long spear was thrust into the stone at an angle. Despite the vast distance, Yuan Ling could clearly perceive the rich fluctuations of soul power radiating from that spear.

Just as Zhu Yuanchang was filled with doubt, and Zhu Han and Zhu Yue were utterly shocked, Ye Jian’s azure flames finally came to a halt.

"A cultivator at the Soul Transformation stage can be considered a peerless expert on this land. What do you think?" Ziyan shouted at Qianye.

"The fact that they could kill to silence witnesses means the pill-refining ceremony is already complete. Qianye, it seems we don’t have much time left," Gu Caiyi said.

Returning to the Song estate, Song Bizhen found himself in a dilemma. If he were to return like this, how could he explain things to his grandfather?

The lion closed its eyes and enjoyed the sensation for a moment. When it opened them again to look at the giant bear, its heart was filled with confusion. It could not understand why the bear had suffered so much pain during such a pleasant experience, to the point of fainting.

With Earth as the core planet, Qin Feng would eventually be able to easily reshape it, becoming the sole ruler of the world.

After the rain stopped, the two left the Garan Ancient Temple, traveling together and wandering the ends of the earth. As long as they had each other by their side for the rest of their lives, nothing else mattered.

Qin Feng sighed inwardly, feeling pity for the Peerless God Lord. However, even though he sympathized with the man's plight, he would never show mercy in battle.

This man was nothing but a pampered playboy who relied on his family’s wealth. He had a poor reputation, and ever since he first saw her, he had been pestering her incessantly.

***

This news was even more explosive than Yang Ming letting Wang Yang speak earlier. Although Wang Yang appeared to be merely a military physician, he was personally appointed by the Emperor. Even the generals had to address him respectfully as "Physician Wang." Thus, his words carried great weight, and no one doubted his honesty.

As soon as he stepped off the plane, Lin Tian’s phone rang. It was Long Tianxiang from the Ground Unit, as if he had calculated the exact time of their arrival.

He lowered his head and gently kissed her sweat-dampened hair. He then stood up, lifted her into his arms, and carried her into the bathroom to bathe her with care.

"Um, I really haven't been here before. This is my first time," Jack said, scratching his hair in embarrassment, his face turning red.

But after the light-element energy rebounded, a sliver of it momentarily slipped out of Lu Qingyu’s control. It surged along his shoulder and neck, suddenly rushing toward his head.

An Supreme Mysterious Immortal realm suppressed to a ninth-level Golden Immortal—even if his cultivation was limited, how could a Golden Immortal resist the Dao comprehension of a Supreme Mysterious Immortal? The mastery of techniques was simply incomparable. Is this not toying with us?

However... there was one thing he still could not fathom. Logically speaking, she would not have let this matter go so easily; even if it passed, she would have made someone pay a heavy price.

If Old Weir hadn't held back the Archmage in time, Vidnina might have already forced Old Weir to activate the magic circle and march on Solamu, the capital of the Einz Empire.

Actually, I still think of Zhang Minglang occasionally. He was so good to me; how could I not think of him?

Just then, President Sun’s door opened, and a man in his thirties with a fierce expression appeared before me.

Watching the Gale Wolf's vicious gaze and bloodthirsty glint, Tie Junyi slowly drew his blade, Zhan Tian, and gripped it in his right hand.

"My Lord, my second uncle, General Guan, is still waiting for me outside. I cannot stay too long," the beautiful woman said.

Yang Qingshan and Yan Shan hurriedly looked over and saw three youths walking slowly toward them down the bustling street.

Xiang Yu did not move. I knew that before a peerless Overlord like him, perhaps the only person who could make him kneel would be Mi Ziqi, a descendant of the Great Chu royal family. Yet, at this moment, he saw only Princess Anping in his eyes; no one else existed for him.

As the chaotic battle erupted, yellow sand swept up, filling the sky. As the scene grew more tumultuous, the sand swirled with increasing madness.

"Clatter, clatter." Immediately, their clothes whipped in the wind. Strange currents of air darted between them, and the surrounding temperature seemed to rise as those currents spiraled, faintly accompanied by a "hissing" sound.

***

This was almost tailor-made for him. With his formidable body as a practitioner of Form-and-Will, drinking dragon blood was absolutely fine. The only question was the effectiveness of the dragon blood... After all, his body was already extremely tough, and most ordinary treasures meant for physical enhancement had almost no effect on him.

"Ling Wei? Why are you here too?" The tone was clearly one of pleasant surprise. They both turned around to see Bai Yifan standing behind them, holding a wine glass and walking toward them.

Early the next morning, Wan Qingping arrived at Sacrifice Mountain. At the foot of the mountain, four square dueling platforms had already been erected. They must have been built overnight, as Wan Qingping had not seen them when he came to register the day before.

The Blood Clan is a highly dangerous race, greedy and bloodthirsty; thus, it is destined that wherever they pass, there is only slaughter and disaster.

Immediately afterward, the same line of text appeared on the Huaqi Bank building next to the Zhendan Building: "Xi Meng, I love you."

Old One-Eye’s expression changed. He glanced at the doorway and then turned coldly toward Fang Yi, his face full of rage.

Ji Liao did not meditate, did not practice Zen, and did nothing at all, letting the surging waves of his heart crash as they would. On the surface, there was no change in him whatsoever.

The disappointment surely referred to Zhao Xu, Empress Liu and her faction, and those like Zhang Dun.

"But how are we to verify it?" one of the ministers asked in confusion. Wang Cen simply looked at him with a smile and did not speak.

Those chosen by great powers and bound by contracts were inevitably powerful ghosts. Fang Yi’s goal was naturally to focus on these entities.

"It seems that Taiping and Xixuan have very different philosophies," General Zhuge Qi said with a hearty laugh, showing no signs of being a minister of a fallen state.

Initially, a wave of star beasts would attack every three or four months. Sometimes, Liunian Feng would go to command the battle in person, while at other times, he only needed to sit in the rear.