118, The Oppressed Eldest Branch of the Lin Family (Revised)
“Hmph, today I finally understand. Your heart belongs solely to that mother and daughter; you don’t care about us relatives at all! Eldest brother, think carefully—without a son, your branch will be the end of our family line. Jiaxing is the only one in the Lin family who can carry on the lineage. As the eldest uncle, you should contribute when he gets married. When you grow old, at least Jiaxing can see you off in your final moments.”
Seeing that domineering tantrums were useless, Grandmother Lin quickly changed her approach.
If it were anyone else, with such emotional turmoil, the blade would have shattered and the forging would have failed long ago.
“Master of the Lin family, please call me Shen Bingyan or simply Bingyan. I will also call uncle ‘Master of the Lin family,’” Shen Bingyan interrupted Lin Zheng coldly.
Brother Lan hadn’t intended to approach further, but seeing no other choice, he walked over and said to Xiaoxiao, “Sorry to disturb your meal. I haven’t taught my subordinates well,” his face expressionless.
“The countryside houses are especially spacious. Compared to the one-bedroom, one-living-room apartments in the military barracks, the rural houses are really large. Hundreds of square meters, with front and back yards—doesn’t that sound wonderful?” Nuannuan dreamed aloud with a wistful look.
Comforting herself in this way, her gaze finally settled on Tao Yaoyao. With a graceful smile, she greeted her and introduced herself, not forgetting to assert her claim.
Xiang Xuan was cheerfully making her fortune, but she was ensnared by a shameless fiend.
“Is that so?” Nangong Yexuan smiled indifferently, saying no more. Seeing this, Nangong Mengmeng sulked silently, ignoring him, and pushed past Nangong Yexuan, heading out first.
So, for the sake of their taste buds, the Chen brothers invited the Zhou family over to help cook, and everyone dined together.
“Of course I haven’t forgotten the competition, I just came back a bit late. The real contest is tomorrow, isn’t it?” Liyue replied casually.
Gu Qianshao watched the man’s gentle actions and finally could not resist his tenderness. Yet proud as she was, she silently remained quiet, allowing him to wipe her feet.
“Die!” A hoarse roar rang out as a cold, slimy arm shattered the paper window and lunged at her heart with lightning speed.
Li Qilin broke out in a cold sweat and shouted, “A man must be tough! Why aren’t you hard at all?” Feng Zhiguang lay on the ground, retorting, “Who said I’m not hard?” They were merely discussing the hardness of the earthen wall.
Soon, a black-clad warrior was thrown at Jun Yi’s feet, convulsing with fearful eyes. This man was a peak Martial Spirit realm expert, evidently the lead fighter.
“There’s no reason!” Shen Lan’s breathing grew labored; she gasped for air. If Yi Yan did not let her go, she would suffocate to death.
Black cracks slowly appeared on the base of the national seal under Zhao Wudi’s incredulous gaze, marring the once majestic and flawless imperial insignia.
When Cui Shiyuan asked, the heroes each voiced their opinions. Though varied, most praised the plan as brilliant and worthy of great responsibility.
Before anyone could speak, Cai Yunqing shouted, “Are you abandoning your comrades?” She stood with hands on hips, one foot pressing down on the still unconscious Seventh Apostle.
This was only a conventional battle. How many cultivators were there in Linjiang City? Thousands upon thousands. Just as there were experts in close combat, there were cultivators skilled in other disciplines. Ye Chenfeng personally witnessed cultivators specializing in alchemy and array formations engaging in battle.
Given Qin Huai’s current status, he was a well-known figure in the martial world. If a half-grown child started a fight, regardless of the outcome, the story would spread and only bring ridicule.
Just moments ago, he was praying not to encounter a useless person, but fate had other plans. Ye Chenfeng began to suspect he had recently become a jinx.