Chapter 24: Deep Affection

Seeing his daughter’s unyielding stance, he ultimately felt a sense of trepidation. He had intended to pacify Qin Wanyi first, planning to act before reporting and explain things gradually, but given the current situation, that was no longer an option. Father Qin could only nod in helpless agreement; he had no desire to truly sever ties with his own daughter over such a trivial matter.

"Fine, I promise you I will not consider it, and I will not let her enter..." She was hesitant, yet under his profound gaze, she found her hand placed within his own before she even realized it.

The Pangu Demon God suddenly collapsed, transforming into the Twelve Ancestral Witches who flew toward the lower realms. The four Immortal-Slaughtering Swords were also carried away by the departing figure of the Ancestral Witch Houtu.

Beneath the "seething," filthy Sea of Blood, however, it was strangely calm and supernatural. The quietest Blood Sea Palace sat atop the turbid spiritual veins of the Sea of Blood; it was archaic, powerful, and exotic, surrounded by a multitude of living beings.

"This is already quite impressive. In reality, a shareholding ratio like the one we have at Steed Group is extremely rare. Many large factories have numerous shareholders, and sometimes thirty percent is enough to be the chairman," Zhang Leye said with a cheerful smile. He was now a shareholder of the Steed Weaponry Company himself.

Congenital heart disease! That was the diagnosis the doctor gave him regarding Ye Yufei’s condition—there was no possibility of a cure, only management. Those afflicted with this disease often pass away at a very young age, as light and fleeting as a wisp of smoke.

The car started up again. I watched the man under the umbrella and felt a sudden pang of sorrow; he could no longer stay in the country.

He knew that Feng Yue might make a move against the Emperor and had been on his guard, but now that it had actually happened, why were even the arrowheads non-toxic? Moreover, he had been too tense earlier; he had reached out and caught the cold arrow instinctively. In truth, even if he hadn't caught it, given the trajectory, the arrow likely would have struck the painting table rather than the Emperor.

"To be cared for by no one, and to need to care for no one—to be carefree and tranquil, using the earth as a bed and the sky as a quilt—if this isn't what it means to be an immortal, then what is?" Wei Renwu exhaled a deep cloud of smoke.

The impact of being ruled by foreign peoples on the Chinese people was truly profound. After more than two hundred years, many Chinese people had no understanding of the glorious history created by their ancestors, and thus, many had forgotten the honor and perseverance that should come with being "Chinese."

*Swish.* Light appeared before my eyes, and to my surprise, there was no system prompt, not even a text message. The victory, bought at such a tragic cost, had received only the most indifferent of acknowledgments.

In particular, the warriors and experts who had nearly come to blows while chasing A-Zi and Zhou Liang were breaking out in a cold sweat. It turned out that the strength of this young man in the cyan Daoist robe was terrifyingly great. Fortunately, they hadn't offended him too deeply back then, or else it would have been the Tooth-Scythe Tribe facing disaster today.

After all, Chinese people place great importance on blood relations. Perhaps, for Wen Jianxiong, the rebirth-like transformation of his cousin A-Yong was truly cause for great joy.

The fact that the Black Hand organization possessed geniuses and experts across all age groups was inherently strange; after all, many underground organizations were quite selective about their own members.

"Qiying, have you forgotten our vow of life and death? Even in death, I must be with you." Jiaoniang gripped his hand tightly, as if her husband would vanish the moment she let go.

After packing his medical bag and slinging it over his shoulder, Lin Zhixiao felt something strange in his body, so he hurriedly accepted the twenty-yuan consultation fee and took his leave.

"Let go of me!" Mu Xuefu glared at Jing Rong, who was pulling her along, and shouted, shaking him off forcefully before lifting her skirt and storming into the house.

Ye Xuan’s eyes narrowed. As his gaze swept across the area, a plan immediately formed in his mind. Abandoning his defensive stance, he stood where he was and took a deep breath.

Wang Xuanlong clenched his fists and said, "Absolutely not! If I had really done anything to you, you couldn't possibly have felt nothing, could you? Besides, I... I unbuttoned your clothes to, to help you neutralize the poison. Otherwise, do you think you’d be this lively right now?" As he spoke, a slight flush appeared on Wang Xuanlong’s face.