Chapter Thirty-Four: The Old Man's Vivid Imagination

For the first time, Su Zhihan found herself unable to keep up with someone else’s train of thought; this old gentleman certainly had an active imagination.

"No, no! This is not mine!" Su Zhihan nearly choked on her own words.

Did she look like someone who had a partner? Did she look like someone who had given birth to a child?

"However, while this child is not mine, he is indeed your great-grandson. He belongs to Ji Yong."

Hearing this, Old Master Ji the Second rolled his eyes and nearly fainted.

Pei Mingsong’s rapid-fire questions erupted like a machine gun, leaving Pei Seyuan stunned and frozen in his chair.

Tearing open the construction blueprint for the Han material barracks, a flash of white light appeared, and a tent-like military camp suddenly materialized in the village.

Cui Bin could not help but frown. He had put immense effort into planning the barracks, yet Xiao Lin’s interference made the atmosphere incredibly awkward. The head instructor was responsible for this task, and logically, it was not Xiao Lin’s place to offer suggestions.

A head instructor coordinating with a team during exercises could issue direct orders, whereas one on the perimeter could not intervene; everything had to be left to subordinates to coordinate. The difficulty levels differed, which would ultimately affect the final grading.

Faced with such a high-sounding justification, Gu Zixuan, who had promised to follow up on the project, found she had no grounds for rebuttal.

"Well said, but we shall discuss these matters when we return. There is a traitor within the sect; who do you believe it is?" Lu Xuanqing gave Lin Chuan a look of high regard, feeling deeply moved—Lin Chuan was truly a blessing to the Tianxuan Dao Sect.

Their voices drew the attention of everyone present. All the cultivators held their breath. Years ago, the clash between Lin Chuan and the First Emperor had shaken the heavens and moved the gods, piercing through the First World, with the aftermath sweeping across most of the universe. Their power had been immeasurable. Now that they were appearing simultaneously, everyone hoped to see sparks fly.

"Forgive me, for I am still the penniless Qiu Mingyan. The money I’ve earned over these years must go toward opening a clinic for them and buying instruments and herbs. I dare not spend it recklessly, and as for the rest, I cannot afford to buy you anything decent."

Looking at her pale, beautiful face, Cui Bin felt a pang of heartache. Recalling that night at the hotel and the way she had limped away the following morning, he could not help but blame himself.

Su Yao had too many pent-up emotions; they erupted as if she had finally reached her breaking point. Had she been holding an ashtray instead of what she had, she likely would have hurled it at him without hesitation.

Sure enough, that single glance—even with just a simple remark—still gave Mo Fei a massive shock.

Among all living things in this world, there is nothing truly perfect. Every creature, even a mythical beast, carries genetic defects.

Just as the staff members suddenly moved, several guards instinctively raised their weapons and aimed at the group.

"None of these people have ever met the employer; the transactions were made online, so they don’t know who the employer is!" the officer reported.

Medusa fell into deep thought. The Green Lotus Core Flame was crucial to her; it determined whether she could evolve to a higher level in the future. To give it up lightly was clearly impossible.

Indeed, these four were none other than the four enforcers who had recently arrived in the vicinity of Luoshui City with the Mo family: Tyrant Blade, Twin Guns, Short Staff, and Drizzle.

However, the moment he saw Yang Chan, Liu Yanchang’s heart began to hammer like a drum. In an instant, he was captivated by her stunning beauty and her dignified, virtuous aura.

Lu Yifan laughed heartily and tossed the inner core of the Six-Tailed Demon Fox to Gong Zili, as if he were discarding a piece of trash.

Yu Ji had expected the other party to yield after his words. Instead, not only did he fail to see the Muzi decision-maker back down, but he also heard a disdainful chuckle.

Bai Yanxi glanced in the direction Elder Bai had indicated and struggled to hold back a laugh. Was posing and showing off his muscular strength of any use? Clearly not. After all, the strength of a beast tamer is not manifested through physical brawn, is it?