Chapter 45: Sophistry
Originally, after we finished our work, we planned to make a trip to Nine Families Village ourselves, but it was a coincidence—there was a thunderstorm, and the power station’s utility pole in town fell, striking an elderly man who urgently needed to be sent to the provincial hospital for treatment. Unfortunately, the town had only one vehicle, and the sole driver was extremely timid, claiming he had nearly been struck by lightning before and absolutely refused to drive in stormy weather. With no other option, the town government came to us, hoping we could help convey the old man to the provincial hospital.
Su Li immediately felt as if he had found a kindred spirit. Since his arrival in Great Qi, it was the first time someone had described him as pure-hearted and upright. Just for that, he should take refuge in Qishan Sect.
The apartment manager aunt was stunned to see Shen Muyu. But as she stood frozen, Shen Muyu seized the moment and darted past her.
Lin Feng’s flashlight slowly shone downward, Wu Yu’s gaze following the beam. At the foot of the statue, a plaque about three centimeters long was embedded, covered with writing, presumably introducing the statue.
For the first time, Lan Duoduo felt injustice on behalf of Luo Yun; his son had nearly been eaten by a tiger and nothing happened? Luo Yun, meanwhile, looked calm, as though he’d long since grown accustomed.
With a crunch, the tall man’s arm twisted at an unnatural angle, evidently broken by Ouyang Hua’s palm strike, and his fist halted less than a centimeter from Ouyang Hua’s chest. Then, propelled by the force, he flew backwards, crashing into the alley wall.
Song Tielin had no intention of exchanging fire with the Blood Shark Battalion. Their objective was to block the enemy forces. So their first action wasn’t to strike back, but to stabilize their formation and raise their defenses.
She gazed blankly at the sky, unsure where to go; the world was vast, and now she truly had no idea where to turn.
By chance, the Shaolin Sect leader happened to know a famous physician in the martial world. This doctor was notoriously elusive, and if not for owing the Shaolin leader a great debt, perhaps no one in the world could ever find him.
“Very good, very good! With Brother Shaoming’s help, we’ll surely deal with those two scoundrels from the Shen family. Whatever you say, Brother Shaoming, I’ll follow.” Zheng Hao laughed heartily.
For Wu Yu, soon to be a father, everything seemed to harmonize. Having been a son for twenty years, and now about to become a father himself, it was a feeling impossible to fathom without experiencing it firsthand.
Qin Feng stood proudly in midair, his right hand extended, a massive silver-white phantom abruptly appearing. His fingers formed a claw, reaching to meet the golden giant palm.
“Cousin, do you know how long those distinguished guests will stay in Hangzhou?” Suddenly, Li Xinran had a bold idea.
“Gentlemen, are you here to dine or stay?” The plump innkeeper smiled broadly at Zhang Xuansu at the front.
In truth, the main force had always centered on the two leaders, who would intervene in moments of crisis and then engage in fierce combat with the opposing side, thoroughly exhausting the soldiers’ energy.
After Lu Manman’s inner strength was sealed, her perception weakened considerably, and her martial skills could hardly rival someone like Jade Summit, who had roamed the martial world for decades. Thus, she failed to notice anything amiss.
Just as she hesitated, intending to stand and call Feng Qiheng to the window, the window was pushed open from outside by Feng Qiheng.
“Grandmother, I can’t agree to this. Ye Tian and I truly love each other, and I will not divorce him,” Zhang Yue’er replied passionately.
“No need, I’m fine. Everyone is strong—I can’t afford to slack off!” Though she claimed to hope for a top-three finish, Yun Kai was aiming for the championship.
Qin Shijun’s body was ruined, and this life would never bear children. After adopting her elder sister’s child, she cherished Qin Jiangli as her own.