Chapter 45: Fourth Brother's Warning

Su Li purposely teased Big Aya, wanting to help the child relax a little and not remain so tightly wound.

Amused by Su Li's teasing, Big Aya left in high spirits.

Su Li wiped her feet and prepared for bed.

"Tap, tap."

"Mom, are you asleep?"

It was the fourth son, Cheng Junbei.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Cheng Junbei entered with his head lowered because the door frame was too low.

"Mom."

"Have a seat."

Su

Not only with a single move did he imprison the soul of a peak Martial God, but he also vanished instantly amidst the encirclement of so many of them.

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow and his lips twitched in speechless exasperation. He truly had not expected the fourth and fifth commanders capable of uttering such words, as if refusing to help him made one the common enemy of all men.

Dealing with the Martial Ancestor realm might be manageable, but trying to contend with the Martial Emperor realm, who had comprehended the power of the laws of heaven and earth, was utterly impossible.

Sitting upon the throne above was a youth in yellow robes. However, this youth was no ordinary person; what drew the eye most was his rugged, pockmarked skin, strikingly resembling a face full of severe acne.

The Zhao family's search party began with the commoners' homes. Zhao Quan had lost a son, and those conducting the search had been given strict, unyielding orders, showing no mercy as they ransacked the places. Consequently, the people of Zhenjiang cursed the Zhao family's actions endlessly. In just a few days, the reputation that Zhao Lin had spent over a decade building for the Zhao family was severely damaged.

Xue Ziyi was far from foolish and could easily catch their underlying meaning, yet she said nothing, a fleeting blush passing across her smooth, jade-like face.

"All of you step forward to pay your respects, and remember the ancestral and family precepts of the Zhao family," Zhao Chuanyi said after reciting the sacrificial Oration, turning to instruct Zhao Zhiyi and the other eight.

Not only were the two men who claimed brotherhood with Shu Yan shocked, but everyone else present was equally stunned.

While the entire city of Jinling was still draped in a thin veil of mist, Jin Xingxiu pushed Liu Jiang toward a sprawling, massive villa located in the suburbs.

Clearly, under the subtle influence of Lord Black Snake, the many demons within the city lord's mansion had gradually adapted to his governance style—employing soft tactics alongside sheer force to gradually force humans and demons alike into complete submission.

Liu Liu said: "What you guys said just now is wrong. Success doesn't just rely on luck and calculation; more importantly, it depends on technique, understand?"

Gong Luojue slowly closed his slender, graceful fingers, gripping the box within his palm as he silently turned and left.

Even with the restrictions imposed by the rules of heaven and earth, as long as they suppressed their own cultivation levels, they could still descend.

"What is this? Why is Elder Wu silent this time?" Yunhe smiled, the fierce look in his eyes growing increasingly intense.

Sun Wu exchanged pleasantries with Liu Mang, indicating his departure from this place to return to the military base.

The door was left ajar, and artists kept peeking at her from outside, likely finding her aura mysterious.

Because of this, everyone held Liu Liu in the highest regard. These top figures, along with Du Xincheng and Old Master Qin, offered heartfelt praise, hoping that Liu Liu could become the leader of the Northern Jianghu. Though young, he commanded the hearts of the people.

Naturally, one could not rule out people inviting him out, but it seemed he rarely stepped out in the beginning, though such outings gradually increased later on. Of course, he no longer lived in that same room either, having long since moved into a large residence.

Time seemed to freeze and stand still, yet the circulation through Yan Bei's meridians continued unceasingly, and his starry sea of consciousness surged with vast divine intent, churning endlessly like an ocean.

Yet, how could this be? Could it be that Lucifer had broken free from the shackles of space and returned from a different dimension? And as for myself, had I been summoned by destiny to arrive once again in the Martial Spirit Continent?

In the blink of an eye, the will-o'-the-wisp glided across a distance of three zhang, leaping right between the two claws of the nearest ancient corpse, before executing a slight jump and tracing a light, graceful arc.

Three months had passed, and Chopper seemed to have matured quite a bit. Though only seventeen, facial hair was already beginning to sprout on his chin, slightly masking the childlike innocence of his face.