Chapter Seventy-Six: The Sensible Yet Aggrieved Elder Sister

Shao Da followed closely behind Sheng Jintian, slapping his thigh in regretful reminder, but Sheng Jintian ignored him, continuing to rush with all his strength toward the direction where Jin Yi was. His sword was sharp—he could kill a guard with just a few strokes, and when the golden light occasionally flashed past, sparks crackled as it collided with his blade.

At that time, Scholar Han had only one nephew left, Han Yong Song. The eldest grandfather understood the nephew’s nature even more thoroughly than Scholar Han himself, so he deliberately left a path for Scholar Han, choosing not to have Han Yong Zhu adopted out, but instead letting his family establish their own branch.

But how could the old Mrs. Sheng consent? The four hundred million lent by Yu Fengjiao was all lent to the Yu family; should the Sheng family pay on Yu’s behalf? If so, she might as well give the money to the miraculous Cai Mingyuan.

Before Tang Ze could finish, “Let me think about it!” Zhang Nian Nian tossed out a seemingly cold phrase, but in truth it betrayed a hint of wavering, then turned and walked away.

They say Sheng Jintian was with her only to retaliate against the main Sheng family, but what was there in the main branch worth such elaborate revenge from Sheng Jintian? He had invested so much money and even a share of the syndicate into Jin Yi—was he mad, or had he lost his mind?

By coincidence, he arrived just in time for the collective law school course. This class was crucial for law students; even those most prone to skipping would never miss it, and now, all were gathered in the cathedral for the lesson.

Zhushan County, on the edge of Shu territory, was often harassed by the Qiang, though the complex mountainous terrain kept the Qiang from advancing recklessly.

Xie Du, in his urgency, threw aside the short sword, gripping the reins tightly. After several twists and turns, the horse finally settled down.

Old Wei’s gaze lingered on the crimson wooden plaque, his face suffused with deep reminiscence and a faint trace of pride.

“Have you finished your retreat?” Xiao Ran rose, and the ice binding her legs shattered instantly, dispersing into layers of mist.

A muffled groan sounded, and Zheng Kong’s figure was flung backward, his face ashen. Both hands erupted with blinding clouds of blood.

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“Golden Ruyi, grant my wish!” Immediately, a golden Ruyi appeared in Qian Caisheng’s hand. He grasped it and began chanting, and suddenly, the Azure Lion Emperor’s Fire, which Long Tianqi had held in his left hand, appeared behind him, burning away a patch of his clothing.

Chu Chen gazed into the void, then retreated like lightning, merging into the Buddha’s silhouette behind him. Instantly, within the Buddha’s holy radiance, a violent demonic flame surged forth.

Ye Hao’s fingers tapped aimlessly on the car handle, producing deep “thud-thud” sounds.

“Very well, the rest is up to you brothers.” Chu Canglan nodded. This was the final battle concerning the survival of the Xuan Tian World, and he could no longer intervene.

Besides, if he took control of the Temple of the Pill God, the unmatched imperial dynasty would surely annihilate it, implicating countless lives.

That thought completely shocked Dad—was his son about to become a true polymath? Could his hidden musical talent have been inherited as well?

Chu Ling raised his head, his gaze still piercing, fixed on Yu Qingyin. Then the corner of his lips slowly curled into a disdainful smile.

At that moment, Ye Meng’s fist crashed down, the powerful force making his clothing billow fiercely.

Liang Jing leaned against Xue Ming’s shoulder, reminiscing about the past as if in a dream. Each word was like a thread, winding around Xue Ming’s heart—again and again—until he succumbed.

After the collapse of the land of the Shaar Divine Realm, half of its territory became complete plane fragments, while the other half reverted into part of the shadow plane.

At this moment, the Kuanlan Army’s advance had paused. The generals were earnestly introducing Ma Fei’s situation to Jian Lingyun.

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Thinking of these matters, he couldn’t help but want to laugh aloud three times, but his bold mood was quickly disrupted by a disgusting voice nearby.

“You…” Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, Qiya’s face flushed crimson. He spun around and swung a punch, no longer caring about whether Cang Fei’s injuries were healed—his only goal was to knock him down and regain his dignity. Unexpectedly, his punch struck only empty air again.

Li Bai’s steps were brisk, but he stumbled on the steps, nearly falling. He had sobered up, but the lingering effects of the alcohol made him unusually exhilarated. The rich scent of wood and the sound of silk and bamboo instruments swelled his romantic and impassioned poet’s spirit to its peak.

After Ye Yutang and Yanran exchanged pleasantries, Ye Yutang led his personal guard away from Xiao Nan’s shop. Before they reached the city lord’s manor, Ye Yutang received another message from Yanran: the immortals causing trouble had returned.

“There’s no way out?” Having witnessed two companions lose an arm and be cleaved in half by Fang Can, the remaining five members of Third Heaven had utterly lost their will to fight.

Shanzhou, Cui Qianyou’s military camp. It was late at night; days of heavy rain had filled the air with mist, the clouds hung low, and the ground was a mire of mud.

Meanwhile, the imperial capital and the empire at large began a new round of troop mobilization. Border defense corps from the vassal states couldn’t be withdrawn, so only the provincial corps from the central provinces—including Yanbei and Zhongnan—could be deployed.

There was too little spiritual energy on this train, so after Wei Xiaodong finished his cultivation, he was exhausted and fell asleep.

She then looked toward Dongfang Tian, stepped lightly aside, and signaled that Dongfang Tian and his people could enter the village. After all this commotion, the villagers had already gathered along the roadside, some marveling at the extravagance of the Dongfang family’s retinue, others exclaiming that they could finally see the legendary figure of the Cangfu Continent, Dongfang Tian, with their own eyes.

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