Chapter 56: The Progressive Elderly Lady

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Inside the Cheng family’s Su Li’s room, the kerosene lamp flickered, its smoke choking half the room. Cheng Junbei kept his posture low; he was truly frightened. “Mom, what do you think I should do from now on?” Su Li looked up; the fourth son was a typical case of a child clinging to the mother who feeds him. “Work hard and don’t entertain any crooked thoughts.” That was all Su Li said. Cheng Junbei wanted to ask more, but Su Li turned away to blow out the lamp, clearly signaling she wanted to sleep and that he should leave quickly.

The vines Lin Fang had planted were already sprawling under the cover of the grass, spreading densely into every corner covered by Xia Zihang’s power. Some people were just jealous and spiteful. She had invested money and effort to help the villagers, yet these hooligans had set their sights on her. Luo Zhaoyang scratched his messy temple hair and applied the gathered herbs to the man’s wound. Unexpectedly, Yuan Anping insisted on handling it himself. Looking into Yuan Anping’s eyes, the old man understood that no matter how much he tried to persuade him, nothing could be changed anymore. It was better to let nature take its course.

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The four sixth-rank cultivators pursuing Xu Yi turned their heads toward the explosion sites and then glanced at Xu Yi beside them. Crystals spilled out with a clatter, landing directly into Chen Xing’s hand before being placed into his backpack. People around cursed Zhang Chengcai and his wife harshly, mentioning Grandma Zhang and lamenting that her excessive indulgence of her son was to blame for this mess. The current wide gap was likely due to multiple reasons; the primary one being different cultivation methods. Xiong Mao and his group practiced the ancient method, focusing on nurturing their primordial spirit after the first stage of body forging.

A fleeting glimpse on a snowy night transformed into a vivid image, leaving a lasting impression in Li Chan’s heart. Within days, the garden was fully furnished, and his life in Yujing gradually settled. After entering the wall, there was a straight drop of two meters before a concealed elevator in a corner appeared. Everyone remained silent. Even with these words spoken, the psychological hurdle was not easy to overcome. Yang Yi’s greatest threat was the old witch, who now held the upper hand. Naturally, they wanted to eliminate her completely, root and branch. Only by killing the old witch could Yang Yi be safe; otherwise, he would live in constant fear. Thus, the old witch was a critical target. With the golden orb in hand, delaying the restoration of his true form was of no consequence.

Apologies for the delay in releasing this chapter due to the sudden network outage last night. Hope it didn’t affect you all. Please support with your votes! Jia Yiye smiled wickedly, raising both hands that had been behind his back to the front, each holding an opened perfume bottle. Upon hearing this, Kong Xuan stepped forward to block Yang Jian, his gaze cold as he faced Master Zhunti. What could the revered saint do? They would fight to the death.

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But she still had two sons to care for and a missing father to find. How could she reject Su Yunliang’s kindness over mere concerns? So Old Foley made up his mind; he secretly summoned all his commanders to discuss the details. “What happened? Can you tell me?” Yang Yi was both curious and anxious. Senior disciples in the sect—uncles and elder brothers—were unable to break through this bottleneck and regrettably exhausted their lifespan. So, it seemed Brother Wan wanted to accumulate more spiritual energy before attempting to enter the Nascent Soul stage.

The strands of hair still carried the faint soul aura of Shen’s mother. Shen Qinghong was now using this faint soul trace as a guide to find the whereabouts of his mother’s reincarnation. Now, he was even being asked to come and explain. This was not targeted at anyone but was due to other intentions. Chu Tian moved his hand, and the storage ring flew into it, hovering midair. A flash of flame burned away the bloodstains on the ring, restoring it to its original state.

Their marching speed was truly astonishing. The long absence of news about Clark gave Anthony a bad premonition.