Chapter 64: With a Junior Sister Around, These Junior Brothers Lose Their Appeal

"Junior Sister..." Qi Xuan looked at Si Nansheng with gratitude. It turned out that making Feng Zeyan take that oath was all for the sake of the Qi family.

"Feng Zeyan may look refined and courteous, but he is far from a good person underneath. Since Senior Brother Qi Xuan is one of us, naturally we cannot let him and his family be taken advantage of by Feng Zeyan."

Si Nansheng smiled brightly as she looked toward Ye Yanqing, knowing that the final decision on whether to go still rested with the First Senior Brother.

"Since Junior Sister has already said so, let us go take a look." Ye Yanqing sighed.

As for the current situation, the domestic studio had already analyzed it quite clearly just moments ago: if Jin Lan and Lu Chujiu engaged in an internal clash, they would merely be fighting for second place, whereas choosing Qin Yunshang would be an utterly blind and foolish move.

Back during the era of the Great Tang Dynasty in the capital city on Crescent Moon Island, when Nangong Xuanwu traveled back to his original timeline alongside the two divine dragons—"Jiu Jiu" and "Gui Yi," who had grown into colossal dragons over the span of more than a millennium—he was subjected to a triple spacetime superposition. In the eighth year of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, the past, the present, and the future arrived simultaneously.

At the age of one, you discovered that this family was indeed quite ordinary, or perhaps that the planet you resided on was rather ordinary as well.

If the Ultraman Artificial Mecha Zero hadn't still been under modification, Wang Zhao would have loved to charge into battle alongside them.

This was the idea Sakamoto Chimura had given him: since physical force was out of the question, they would use official pressure to have people arrested.

Of course, come to think of it, those who gambled away their fortunes were hardly decent people to begin with, and losing everything down to the last penny served them right.

"How could this be!" Adam knelt on the ground, unable to accept that the deity he trusted so deeply had been wiped out just like that.

Yet, no matter what, the Third Hokage had never imagined that a resilient ninja like Hatake Sakumo would choose to commit suicide amidst a sea of malicious rumors.

Conversely, geniuses were equally reluctant to spend time with ordinary people, as it caused them immense suffering.

Akimatsu inspected the pharmacy from corner to corner, carefully examining every single medicinal herb in the cabinets, and found nothing amiss.

Spade's brow remained tightly furrowed, not because Lavak had emerged to block his path, but because out of the three presidents of the Mercenary Guild, only a single one had shown up.

He Zhongping wore an expression of complete awkwardness; having spent over a dozen years reading people's facial expressions, how could he possibly fail to notice the resentment currently glinting in William's eyes?

Suspicion remained suspicion, but a leader's inquiries could not simply be brushed off with perfunctory answers. Ling Long forced himself to pull together his energy and took the initiative to report several crucial details. However, he had spoken for less than three minutes when the door to the mayor's office was suddenly pushed wide open, and four expressionless men in tailored western suits barged inside.

The Purple Cloud Swordsmanship was an ordinary school of swordplay, except that it incorporated the Purple Cloud augmentation derived from innate profound mysteries, which made it slightly superior to other forms. Therefore, the Purple Cloud Sword Intent represented that singular, ultimate intent toward which all weapons and techniques ultimately converged.

Fearing that low temperatures might have an adverse effect on Fang Xiyuan's recovery, Ling Qi strictly ordered that restless young master to stay strictly indoors and recuperate with patience. Every evening before leaving work, she would first drop by the Wang residence after dinner to check on him, and only then return to her own dwelling located barely a kilometer away.

Yang Jin landed a punch squarely on Zhang Yong, instantly knocking him unconscious given that Zhang Yong lacked any combat-oriented brain enhancements and possessed a physical defense attribute of only 4,000 points.

There were still more than ten days remaining before the grand ceremony of the Northern Sects, leaving Zuoqiu Chen with no choice but to wait patiently. Even so, he kept his guard up and maintained a wary eye.

There was once a day when he went completely without food because he was targeted by a flame stone demon; the moment he tried to absorb its energy, the creature retaliated with a backhand punch that knocked him away, and thereafter, whenever he drew near, he was struck again.

Su Lin wanted to laugh—he truly wanted to laugh. The darlings of the star cluster—if these fellows knew he hailed from that marginal planet, from a world ruled by machines, a world where humanity was farmed and kept like livestock by artificial intelligence, what kind of expressions would they wear?

Such words filled the numerous mighty figures with boundless rage and left countless spectator cultivators utterly dumbfounded. Who could have possibly anticipated that the dignified Crown Prince and the young master of the Prefecture would end up in such a wretched state?