Chapter 63: An Unreliable Dad, a Studious Mom

Yet at this very moment, Fang Chen's heart trembled violently, and an inexplicable sense of crisis surged abruptly from the depths of his soul.

Yinyu looked at Mingmo with a look of helplessness and shouted in a cold voice, believing that Mingmo would never dare to do anything to him. After all, he was a member of the Underworld God Palace; if he were killed, the Underworld God Palace would undoubtedly fight him to the bitter end.

It had to be said that the newly reconstructed Estate of the Duke Defending the Nation was indeed much larger and more magnificent than before. Correspondingly, there were also more and more servants—so many that even Jiang Chuhan could no longer remember all their names. However, these matters were always managed by Mei'er, and he himself never paid attention to them.

Killing a martial artist of the All-Creation Realm with a single punch—is this the true strength of the tenth rank on the Assassination Rankings? Everyone was horrified.

Unfortunately, the day after his son finished the exams, Master Rong stayed out all night, began to enjoy his lavish nightlife, and reverted to his playboy persona.

Li Qiang and the others were unaware of the subsequent breakup between Ye Mingming and An Xuyang, which was why they spoke so uninhibitedly. Zhao Jiajia wanted to retort, but Ye Mingming gently shook her head at her; this was a private matter between her and An Xuyang, and saying more to others was of no use.

With these words, he was seen leaving with a staggering gait. Behind him, the smile on the corner of Lan Ling'er's lips vanished. She glanced at the sky and closed the courtyard door.

Apart from accepting consignments and auctions while taking a one-percent commission, the Libra Pavilion also purchased items directly. Cultivators who were in urgent need of money generally chose to sell their items directly to the auction house.

Throughout the entire process, Feng Yi and the other powerhouses of the Source-Transforming Realm had not uttered a single word, merely watching coldly as Yue Feng and the other two engaged in open and covert struggles.

Meanwhile, Qin Lang, standing behind Mingmo, looked at him with even greater awe. That purple-gold flame was enough to make even him feel an immense threat. He could sense that the violent and destructive power of those flames was such that even if he touched just a sliver of it, he would either be dead or severely wounded.

The unexpected smoothness made the corners of Xiahou Fei's eyes twitch violently. Why did this fellow's smile look so eerie? Could it be that she had fallen into his trap once again?

Ye Fan, hurrying up from behind, did not stop at all. Having already sensed the situation ahead, the corners of his lips curved upward slightly, his figure flashing past the crowd before speeding onward into the distance.

A wealth value of 500,000 was not a problem, but the reputation value he had just acquired was rather dismal, standing at a mere 15 points.

The sound of the rain grew heavier, pattering sharply against the window frames. The sky was vast and boundless, and the threads of rain stretched endlessly. Perhaps this was the last sound I would ever hear before leaving this mortal world—desolate yet strangely beautiful.

"It's all because of that damned emperor!" Muxue slammed her hand fiercely onto the table, immediately wincing and baring her teeth in pain.

"Regas's bloodline is truly formidable; in just this short moment, it has actually devoured all the Spiritual Abyss energy in my left hand." With her eyes tightly closed and her brows deeply knitted, beads of sweat the size of peas rolled ceaselessly down her forehead, while thick plumes of white vapor rose from the top of her head, her body blazing with a brilliant ice-white light.

Layer after layer of curtains fell, and the gold-filigreed hollow incense burner in the corner of the room emitted a rich fragrance. Wisps of curling smoke added several more layers of mystery to an already dimly lit space.

A series of anxious shouts suddenly rang out across the venue. Upon hearing this, the rune master who had shattered the spirit beast egg trembled violently. Without daring to delay for even a second, he scrambled toward the staircase leading to the second floor.

"It seems he is just an outer disciple who happened to judging by his aura, he's hardly a formidable expert either! That makes sense—how could someone who enters the outer sect at such a tender age possibly be a strong practitioner?" The handsome man thought to himself, and his wariness and hostility naturally dissipated.

Xi Guanxi suddenly smiled—a smile as innocent and pure as a child's, her large amber eyes completely devoid of impurities, clear to the very bottom.

Gazing at the robust bodyguards surrounding Zhao Yuhan who brandished firearms, and then looking at supernatural beings like OK, the vagrants and death row inmates instinctively reined in their urge to attack.

"March! March, march!" Following three synchronized shouts, the grand army slowly marched out of the camp, their destination being Tongguan. Many commoners in the outskirts watched from afar as the imperial guards mobilized in an endless procession, whispering among themselves.

Meanwhile, Huang Beyond-the-Focus had been studying entertainment news every day recently and learned that Leslie Cheung had jumped to his death in 2003. Now that he had transmigrated here, this must undoubtedly be the work of Ye Fan.

The security guards inside probably noticed the commotion outside as well, and they rushed out one after another, attempting to capture Chen Yang.

Jiang Guanzhong smiled faintly, placed the box on the tabletop, and gently pressed the clasp. With a crisp click, the latch sprang open, and the lid popped wide open.

Originally, he had acquired a Desolate Saint Great Bow, a result that could be considered quite decent among all the participating disciples, but compared to what Yan Yunchen had harvested, it fell far too short.

"Sister-in-law, you are with child and it's inconvenient for you to move around! Let me handle these chores myself!" Ye Feng hurriedly took the washbasin and spoke.

After stepping out of the helicopter, the patient was swiftly wheeled toward the emergency room, while Ye Fan cast a cautious glance at Teng Ziqing and said to Su Qingxue, "Wife, come with me and stay away from that guy."

In the Heavenly Mechanism Sect, taking on missions was subject to restrictions: a one-star outer disciple could only accept one-star missions, whereas a three-star outer disciple could undertake all outer sect missions. Naturally, the higher the star rating of a mission, the more bountiful the rewards; furthermore, even if a three-star outer disciple completed a one-star mission, they would still receive an additional thirty-percent bonus in merit points.

The three of them scrambled up from the ground with panicked expressions, looking at the stone chamber door that had slammed shut, their complexions turning exceptionally ugly.

"The Ice Phoenix Clan? Number Four, you actually chose to consort with the Divine Beast Clan?" The blood-robed elder's face was contorted with fury as he fiercely rebuked the blood-robed man standing beside Ye Feng.

Her reason for saying this now was simply to put Zhan Beiting off his guard. Although Ye Mingming was currently displaying a friendly attitude toward her, there was no guarantee that Zhan Beiting wouldn't investigate everything she had said today after returning home, so playing it safe was the wiser course of action.

Facing the three of them, the saber-toothed tiger confronted opponents who were all at the intermediate stage of the Apocalypse Realm. Their identical attire indicated that they hailed from the same sect.

In his view, Yuan Qingfeng must be a disciple of some prominent and powerful family, which was why Xue Bao was willing to humble himself and befriend him with such courtesy.

His full-strength palm strike had only produced such a meager effect; at this moment, Ye Feng was genuinely shocked.