Chapter 68: The Ancestor

Such overwhelming enthusiasm, I cannot bear it, truly cannot bear it at all!

In the evening, Granny Liu handed her grandson's letter to the old man. Having attended a literacy class for a few days, the old man still knew quite a few characters and, stumbling along, managed to read through the general meaning.

He carefully put the letter away, a look of profound satisfaction welling up in his eyes, filled with both pride and anxiety for his third grandson.

Whose child at the age of twenty-three could be promoted to a deputy battalion commander? Every bit of it was earned by risking one's life.

"If the child gives you money, just keep it..."

That gang leader happened to be a hall master of the Lotus Sect, and upon seeing Ye Zhong at this moment, he was so excited that he could barely speak coherently.

Looking into the distance, the high walls were painted with vermilion water patterns resembling deep red fish scales, shimmering with varying shades of light. Quite a few objects seemed to be hanging on the walls, but they were too far away to be seen clearly.

Whether they were trainees lost in sweet whispers or those gazing around, everyone froze in place, raising their heads to stare fixedly at the sky directly above.

However, based on Yuan Qingzi's observations of Xu Wuyou all along this journey, she had a keen intuition that Xu Wuyou should not be that kind of person.

Just as Irene wanted to nod in agreement, Lin Ai suddenly noticed two slender figures, completely shrouded in long black cloaks, suddenly appear in the open space before the stage.

This left Hua Nu completely baffled. To bring benefit to the world while leaving one's name etched in history—was that not what everyone yearned for and pursued? How is it that with Ye Zhong... things took such a strange turn?

The void twisted, a whirlpool emerged, and a golden Buddha's hand thrust out violently from within, meeting the corpse ghost's furious palm strike.

In his view, no matter how incompetent Hao Peng might be, he was still at the fourteenth layer of Qi Condensation. How could a good-for-nothing at the third layer of Qi Condensation pierce Hao Peng's palm with a single finger?

Even ordinary folk would murmur with suspicion: You are a stellar sovereign, yet you can't even suppress a Flood Dragon that isn't even a true dragon?

That pair of sharp eyes grew even sharper, unbearable for those present to look upon. Clearly, Sen had been waiting for Han Dong's arrival, but Han Dong never came.

At noon, after my infusion finished, I had a little lunch with him. Seeing him take the bowl I had used into the kitchen to wash it, this feeling made me both blissful and terrified.

Yet they were the ones most valued by Magneto, holding positions second only to him with thousands beneath them within the Brotherhood of Mutants. Of course, this relied on far more than mere loyalty; it was also because the utility of their abilities often surpassed that of combat-oriented mutants in many situations.

"Don't worry, I will." Tang Ya paid him no further heed and walked into the conference room, while Huo Yongping stepped onto the elevator.

Seeing their boss start cursing, the people on both sides immediately grew displeased, and a new round of verbal sparring began. Yet it was merely cursing; if a real fight broke out, only the Overlord Guild and the Demon God Guild would profit—a fact clear to everyone.

Before they could react, they heard a loud "bang" as the door of the cave they were in was pulled wide open, and a dozen black-hooded men wielding firearms swarmed right in.

Jiang Ciyun was running a high fever and could not even get up by the morning work hours. I pressed a warm towel to his forehead and rushed out early in the morning to buy medicine for him.

A flash of intense light suddenly crossed before her eyes. Before Gong Qianzhu could even close her eyes, a pair of hands already covered her eyelids. Knowing it was Mo Zili, Gong Qianzhu obediently closed her eyes. Only after the light dissipated did Mo Zili withdraw his hand, allowing her to finally open her eyes.

"Cowherd, go back. Cultivate diligently, and you will surely have a day of reunion," shouted Qiu Ming.

Having said that, Pachi instantly appeared behind the middle-aged white man previously called Bach, resting his hands upon his shoulders.

Yet this time, he no longer engaged Pachi in close-quarters combat. The moment he rushed forward, he swiftly pulled out countless transparent blades with both hands, hurling them at Pachi one after another.

"Very well, all of you calm your minds. I shall lecture on the Great Dao for a century, and arrangements will be made after the sermon," the sect master interrupted the cheers of the cultivators and said.