Chapter 55: The Ma Family Patriarch

"Sect Master, isn't this treatment a bit too generous?"
"That Wang Chen is, after all, just an unaffiliated rogue cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage, and there's even a chance he's a spy sent by another sect. To promise him the position of Guardian Elder just like that... if he truly is a spy from another faction, aren't we inviting a wolf into our house?"
Driven by jealousy, Feng Yan stepped forward to dissuade him.
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As for the final outcome, it would depend on Sima Hui's own judgment; personally, he hoped Sima Hui would accept the offer.

Inside the arena, several red-robed attendants had already stepped forward to unlock the iron chains from the slaves' ankles.
"The Battle Divine Clan has emerged?" Jun Ye asked in surprise upon hearing this. He had learned from the Emperor that his parents were currently with the Battle Divine Clan, and that the clan would soon emerge into the world. If they had already emerged, wouldn't that mean he could finally see his parents?
"When you're told to close your eyes, just close them," Uncle He said impatiently to the old man's son, leaving the young man with no choice but to shut his eyes.
Xuanv Liye let out a cold snort, his hand gripping Feng Qingyu's slender arm, gradually increasing his strength.

However, his mood quickly calmed down. If the Spirit Sea realm's profound mysteries were so easily unlocked, the Primordial Heavenly Emperor wouldn't have been the only one to achieve it throughout eternity.
"Mother is going to practice her cultivation now, so she can meet your father sooner. Be a good boy." Stroking his head comfortingly a few times, Feng Qingyu resumed practicing her internal arts.
"I couldn't sleep, so I brought it out for a walk," I casually replied to Uncle He, unable to come up with any better excuse at the moment.
"I came to find you. Aren't you injured?" Fat Boy Cong explained casually, then asked with a strange look, as Ah Xing didn't look like an injured person at all.

"Nothing much, I just came to have a meal and check on how your master is doing," she stated the truth.
"Can a handsome face be eaten as a meal? Can a handsome face cook like I can?" Long Xiang was displeased. Why wasn't he handsome? He was clearly very handsome.
That day, I was sitting bored in a Starbucks sipping coffee when I suddenly heard a commotion at the entrance.
With this outfit that appeared innocent on the surface but was infinitely alluring underneath, Miss Mu Ling sang a pure and adorable song. The destructive power of this contrast was simply off the charts.

Although Gong Qingshe possessed a high level of cultivation, she was completely helpless against this monkey-like fellow who would flee the moment he couldn't win, forcing her to blindly consume her own profound Qi.
However, Ling Tian did notice some familiar martial soul terms within them, such as the Lightning Art, the Shadow Art, along with Qin Mingyue's Moon Art and the Charm Art. These martial souls all originated from the realm of Southern Tang.
Watching this bickering pair, Bai Jin couldn't help but massage her temples. Seeing that the back of Jiang Tianxia's hand was already oozing blood, she finally couldn't bear it any longer, stepped forward, and pulled the two entangled individuals apart.

This was also the reason why all demons desperately tried to transform into human form—because humans possessed an inherent advantage when undergoing heavenly tribulations.
"But Milord, this is of the utmost urgency. Once the major sects reach our Belknath territory, it will likely be too late!" the man continued to plead.
"I don't know, and I've never planned to rely on a secret treasure to get through the third heavenly tribulation," Ding Yu said with a smile.
At this moment, the sky had completely darkened. Although the cemetery was quite remote, paved roads had already been built—all thanks to Jin Haichuan, who had ensured the roads were built first so cars could drive directly to the cemetery.

Perhaps this Ninth Miss of the Li Mansion deserved a closer investigation; after all, she was someone valued by their estate's heir. Thinking this, the servant's expression turned somewhat peculiar.
Seeing Lin Wanbai's bashful look, Mother Lin guessed some of it and decided not to pry further.
The former was surprised that Li Ronghui would think her eldest uncle capable of framing someone, while the latter was naturally shocked that Li Ronghui had directly spoken the truth, an unnatural expression crossing her face because of it.

He claimed that everything he did was for Sangsang. He was Sangsang's hardcore fan and hoped to see her do better and better, but seeing no improvement, he came up with a method: committing murders based on the stories written by Sangsang.
Jin Yudi took the face mask and put it on. She waved at her brother, Jin Feixiang, signaling him to come up too; she wanted to lie beside her brother, as his presence gave her a sense of safety.
Taking a deep breath as reality set in, she pulled the suitcase into the room and organized the clothes inside, her mind still a chaotic mess.

Lin Wanbai frowned, but feeling an innate sense of familiarity with Su Yu's father, she ended up drinking along with him.
As they neared the ground, his footsteps suddenly lost their rhythm, so he simply hugged Su Jiangyuan tighter and fell straight back, tumbling down.
She spoke as if to turn around, but he quickly reached out to stop her, his other hand already sliding up her back to pull the zipper all the way to the top.
He didn't harbor any excessive desires toward Lee Ji-eun, intending merely to become a familiar face so that future contact would be easier.

Her biological parents looked closely and realized they were currently inside a live broadcast stream, which showed over two hundred thousand online viewers, yet every single one of them was hurling abuses at them.
Actually, Xie Zicai wasn't stupid, but since he had already built up a persona of generosity, and with Chen Yu present, he had no choice but to swallow his discomfort and endure it.
Just like that, before six o'clock, Lin Yuan had collected the signatures of all twenty-nine contestants, excluding himself.

Gu Jingshen said, "I don't mean anything else, I just think you're so proficient at using a computer, Mo Han, that you rival many professionals." No, none of the professionals present could compare to her, Gu Jingshen thought to himself.
Hearing the reprimand, the others reined it in a bit, but just like the previous group, they slowly walked out, their eyes following Huang Shuyu's every step.
Qiao Mohan understood many concepts instantly; once she mastered the technique, she aligned her eyes with the eyepiece, searching for the target object bit by bit.

Then a flash of resolute determination crossed his eyes, and he grabbed Sui Chao, hurling him out of the window with all his remaining strength.
Yet she had no way to refute it, because it was an undeniable fact known to everyone that the Gu family members treated Qiao Moqi better.
Lin Yuan shook his head immediately. He had already discussed this issue with You Qian: as long as Mao Zhiyuan was willing to join, the company would naturally grant him greater freedom and space.

As far as memories served, this was Xi Yu's very first serious, long-distance trip away from home—just like a bird released back into the forest or a fish diving into the deep abyss.
"Hold on for ten more seconds, it'll be over in ten seconds!" Yan Jiu replied to her with an equally shouted roar.
The long-haired angel had cast a strengthening magic spell on her left hand beforehand, but what she hadn't anticipated was that, powered by Yan Jiu's buildup, the sheer weight was entirely incomparable to before.

Lacking sufficient certainty to completely control the situation himself, he needed to enlist the brilliance of Li Linfu.