Chapter Seventy-Three: The Clash Between Youth and Age

At this moment, he could no longer worry about the Chen family clansmen. Reaching out, his powerful palm tore open a hole, and he passed straight through it. Perhaps this is a thought common to all mothers—after all, in Huaxia, many people prefer sons, since there is the idea of carrying on the family line. Tang Chen glanced at the other people's injuries; they were no better off, all suffering between thirty and fifty points of damage, yet for the Fire Elemental King, this was already enough. Of course, since he was planning to settle accounts with the Gu family, he naturally had some special means to deal with the powerful figures hidden behind them.

Nicole’s eyes fell upon the Sail Hotel for the first time. She had seen pictures before, but none compared to the overwhelming shock of witnessing it in person. Just as there were only thirty feet left between Ye Nan and the ice lizard, the latter erupted with a surge of icy power. Moments later, a heart-rending cry for mercy sounded from outside; the Imperial Guards were ordinary men, after all. Though charged with the emperor’s safety within the palace, they were still common folk. Some among them had families, and witnessing such inhuman treatment of these youths filled their hearts with smoldering rage.

Thinking back, if not for him yesterday, she would have been stripped and held under water, perhaps even thrown ashore for the masses to gawk at. Moreover, in the challenging siege battles, he could establish greater authority in the Second Battalion, thereby perfectly fulfilling the task entrusted to him by Prince Charles. With a backhand, he drew his long blade, slashing open the barrier of the forest’s edge. Dawn’s first pale glow had appeared at the horizon, though true daylight was still some time away.

However, just as he began to observe his surroundings, he noticed two young men in Qingxu Sect robes approaching from the left. Upon entering the Hall of Spiritual Remedies, Master Sun spotted him and hurried over, his expression tense. After inviting him to sit, Master Sun quickly poured him a cup of hot tea. Besides, the Qu family knew he came from Meng Village at Pig Trotter Mountain and had received instruction from the Overbearing Bull. Whatever the reason, a little inquiry would reveal his skills with paper figurines, so there was nothing to hide.

It was her first time inviting a man over at night. She wasn't even sure how she managed to walk into the house. She turned on the light, and the room was suddenly bright; seeing Meng Fan’s clear eyes, her hand trembled for no reason and she switched the light off again.

Just as Shang Tianxin was about to reach the young man, a screech of brakes sounded from outside the restaurant, followed by a series of loud thuds and a string of agonized screams. Zhou Yutong’s delicate lips curled into a fine smile, her figure graceful and alluring. She raised her slender hands, fingers entwined, and suddenly spread them, sending out a wave of energy. The wind and snow in the air abruptly paused, each crystalline flake suspended in place, their veins beautiful upon close inspection.

But such rapid, intense damage was utterly beyond any hope of repair. Since she was an old acquaintance of Mo Chen’s, Ziying, whose skin was already thick from two lifetimes, naturally seized the opportunity to get closer, affectionately addressing him as “Uncle Master” at every turn.

The youth in the white robe, Mo Wuyi—the same “Mr. Mo” mentioned by Xia Yunran—laughed aloud, his body emanating a powerful, chilling ghostly aura. Like a vast black hole, he began devouring the deathly mist of the Yellow Springs all around. Fidd and the others rushed to the edge of the cliff and looked down, only to see a black eagle soaring by. Claremont clung to a stick gripped in the eagle’s talons, flying over the forest with the bird.

This principle is known to every martial artist; it is the unchanging rule of survival in this world. In Oda Nobunaga’s eyes, flames seemed to blaze. His body swelled and twisted with ghostly power and muscle, shrinking his seven-meter form down to three in order to face Yang Chong.

But since it was already full, it proved their gap was not so great after all, was it? This was a troublesome issue, of course, though the reporting process itself was less so. Xiao Mo recalled that schools had been established in every village. What did they use for teaching—wooden slips or silk? Then, with a thunderous crash, the vast palace roof was blown away, and the surrounding walls collapsed in an instant.

At this, Su Yi suddenly remembered a long-buried memory from his previous life. If not for this sudden surge of emotion, he might have forgotten he was a transmigrant, and before that, he’d led a rather unremarkable life. Back then, he’d first lifted the curse from Bai Yin and later fought side by side against corpse spirits in the north.

Bai, as usual, made a round of inspection, pushed the glass door handle, and extended his spiritual sense outside. Finding nothing unusual, he finally relaxed.

JYP itself devoted most of its resources to MISS A, and Park Jin-young placed great ambition and hope in this Chinese-Korean group. “What is His Majesty thinking?” Shangguan Jing cared little for anything else; she was only interested in the old lecher’s thoughts.

After hearing the guide recount the story of Li Xiangjun who shed blood on the Peach Blossom Fan to avoid disgrace, everyone was deeply moved. Li Xiang and He Bixiang no longer argued about the “Li” and “Xiang” in their names. The famed courtesans of Qinhuai were indeed extraordinary—how many men could match their resolve in such turbulent times?

It was akin to pressing a jade slip against one’s forehead to swiftly master its contents. For days, Qin Min brooded over the wedding gifts until Lin Yi called him to the backyard, finally making him cheerful again.

Yun Xuan stood by the large iron hook, his expression grave, eyes scanning the surroundings with a hint of excitement. After her husband spoke, her aunt was about to offer words of comfort, but before she could, Luo Jingen interrupted her.

When the guild president acted earlier, he’d only witnessed the power of a demi-god level main deity. Now, he experienced it firsthand. Ji Yi’an casually set the pill furnace aside and sat down on the seat where Huo Yun had been moments before.

Watching Silfira hurry away, Qiao Mu opened his mouth but could only sigh and swallow his questions. Although his hands and feet were restrained, Yun He had not silenced him, so the man in black was still able to speak.