Chapter 58: A Comical Mix-up

"Do I have any other choice?" Sikuang Ma looked around, cast a glance at the three loyal guards clenching their fists behind him, shook his head, and said in a defeated tone.

The distance was too great, and with only this faint sliver of light, Xu Mu could not make out what was inscribed on the stone tablet at all.

None of these people spoke further, though the expressions of those assigned to the same group as Su Nan were far from pleasant, and a few cast hostile glances at him.

"Hmph! Do you really think you can break in by launching an aerial assault?" Jiang Mo did not even glance at the two of them. With a flick of his finger, a wisp of cyan flame instantly swelled against the wind, directly engulfing the pair.

Therefore, Uchiha Myogetsu feigned physical weakness and an inability to practice cultivation. In order not to tarnish the Uchiha name and the family's legacy, his parents would inevitably seek to have another child.

As they drew close to the thorny vines, the blue-flaming briers actively parted to clear a path for them.

Lin Qi thought to herself, yet she had no idea how to wake up. Looking around, the place indeed seemed somewhat different from the Lique Mountain in her memory—familiar, yet profoundly strange.

Before she knew it, the duvet was abruptly pulled back by Mother Chu. While a bewildered Chu Yun was still trying to process what was happening, he was pressed face-down onto Mother Chu's lap. His trousers were yanked down instantly, followed sharply by a resounding smack.

Low clouds drifted across the sky, densely blanketing overhead, looking as though a blizzard could descend at any moment.

Before Qin Feiling could give any instructions, Lin Qi had already unleashed the Great Profound Art. However, the interference of the raging fire, thick smoke, and the lingering aura of the wounded made the process agonizingly slow.

As the cultivation technique circulated, the vital energy of heaven and earth within the conscious space began to converge toward him continuously, gradually forming a vortex of profound energy.

"You are going nowhere; just sit right here obediently. Otherwise, I will call President Guo and ask her to pick you up. Whatever you wish to do after that will have no relation to me," Zhao Hong said, turning her head away with a feigned expression of anger. Seeing this, Xia Jian said nothing more and obediently sipped his tea.

Long Luo said, "Like you, Senior, I have also experienced the parting of loved ones. When such things befall oneself, one is often merely a person trapped within the game, forever unable to see through the intricate complexities of human emotions."

A series of defensive light barriers abruptly rose from within the faction. Every faction would hire experts to set up certain spiritual arrays, and the Great Hero Faction was no exception.

Was this truly meant to be a chance to flee for his life? Filled with agonizing regret, Lin Zi bit his lips, tears streaming down his face as he looked helplessly at Lü Xuan.

Wen Xin took a brief glance, then approached the entrance to the Secret Realm of Past Eras. Before stepping inside, she shed a drop of her blood onto the teleportation token.

Without a single moment of hesitation, Luo Chang whipped out a token bearing the character "Luo" to represent her family, hurtling it downward toward the leading man. It embedded itself deeply into the wall right beside him. After retrieving it and taking a look, the commander bowed respectfully toward the two figures in the sky, and then flicked the token back to Luo Chang through the air.

Wang Youfa, having just returned from home and realizing it was still early to pick up the vehicle, sat down in the large swivel chair in his office and began to doze off. At that moment, Song Fang gently pushed open the door and entered.

Meng Li remarked, "The path of cultivation has always been fraught with hardship. Throughout cultivation history, powerful beings among flora-type monsters have been extremely rare. This is precisely because they cannot endure the corrosion of time and yet desperately crave immense strength, which is why they stray from the righteous path."

However, given Xu Ying's financial situation, it was impossible for her to agree to transfer Tao Bin to an overseas hospital. Medical standards domestically were inevitably limited, and she could only try to find the best available care so that the chances of recovery would at least be somewhat higher.

Lin Ke'er said, "I refuse to argue with you. To speak of Pangu in such a manner will bring retribution upon you." With those words, Lin Ke'er's figure drifted away toward the gloomy ridge, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Several minutes passed. Bai Hong watched from the side, feeling puzzled. Ever since he had met Ye Chen, he had never encountered such a situation. It seemed Haizi Qi's illness was indeed bizarre; could it be that even Ye Chen was truly helpless?

While they were talking, several newly successful imperial scholars burst into joyful cheers before being whisked away by carriages.

Aisha's face flushed slightly, putting up a brave front as she scolded Liu Fan for talking nonsense, especially since there were prominent figures from within the family present here.

Even in other fields, it was the same. A chairman dissatisfied with an employee would only speak to the manager, never directly to the employee, as that would lower their own status.

As always, he first paid his respects to Chunzhi, Prince Liang, and the Princess Consort. Only after finishing his bows one by one did he notice Pan, who was sitting beside Chunzhi, causing him to pause in surprise.

This poison was colorless and odorless, making it virtually undetectable. Moreover, the trigger he had set for this particular poison was the fragrance of blossoms, because the golden leopards had discovered that there were quite a few blooming flowers right near Ye Chen's dwelling.

Ye Chen was righteous, loyal, and possessed high cultivation. At the same time, he knew how to share the fruits of victory, which completely suited Hai Jun's tastes. Furthermore, Hai Jun learned from Ye Chen's own words that he was the sect master of a great family in this world.

Just as his recoiling figure steadied, a bone-laden arm lunged to grab at the black robe on his torso. With the sound of tearing fabric, a skeletal frame was fully revealed.

The Dragon Hidden Base of today was built upon the lives and blood of the soldiers stationed here. Every mission they carried out was no less perilous than licking blood from the edge of a blade.

Seeing Qi Min's spittle flying about like stars, while his ex-wife Yang Min's spittle flew like flies, Qi Baldy stepped forward and clamped his hand over Yang Min's mouth.

"Xiner is getting married; this is a joyous occasion! Why so melancholy? If you miss your mother, you can still enter the palace to visit. Why make it sound like a parting of life and death?" Li Chengqian laughed, truly failing to understand why such a wonderful event as marriage shouldn't be met with joy instead of tears.