Chapter 30: Never Leaving Again

Compared to the chaos of the Song family, the Wei household was remarkably harmonious. Both daughters-in-law were kind-hearted and filial toward the elderly couple. The family pulled together, and though life was a bit arduous, it was filled with warmth and joy.

"Mother, I... I am not leaving. I am going to follow my husband to the military base. We will live in the family quarters from now on. Since Mingrui has been carrying out missions these past few years, the military has arranged a job for me as an apprentice at the photography studio. Now I will be able to visit you often."

"Really?"

She sneered inwardly. Poor Pitier still did not know that he was also destined to be buried alongside Ya-Lai, yet he remained there, full of disdain.

"Am I that terrifying? They are all afraid of me." Sarah laughed and took two more gulps. She tossed the empty bottle aside and went off to find more to drink.

Passing by the site of the previous great battle, the ground was still littered with corpses—all men from the Ye family and the City Lord's Mansion. Yi Tianxing turned his head toward Chen Siyu beside him and asked in a low voice.

Seeing this, Liu Ming couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. He waved his hand, and a brilliant white light flashed, enveloping Mo Lingxin and Huan. It froze the space around them, giving the two a chance to engage in a fair duel.

After a dozen exchanges, everything except for his "Overlapping Wave Fist" had been blocked. Several ordinary strikes had landed on the Dharma form, but they only pushed it back; the green light flickering on the Dharma form showed no signs of dimming.

The moment the cabin door opened, the pale green nutrient solution inside poured out like a waterfall.

A figure flashed across the arena as Yi Tianxing roared, raising his dagger high and thrusting it fiercely toward the gray wolf in the northwest. The other ten wolves reacted instantly, pouncing on the youth in unison. The dagger pierced through the wolf as if it were paper; even though the beast resisted, it could not match the speed of the strike.

Hearing Tian Tian's words, Liu Ming felt a chill in his heart. It reminded him of the day he first stepped onto the path of cultivation, when his grandfather had solemnly warned him that one must never be hasty or seek quick success in cultivation.

This "World of Dreams" was being meticulously constructed in their hands, piece by piece, like a row of falling dominoes.

Yuan Yufei struggled to sit cross-legged, forcing herself to circulate the Primordial Sword Technique to refine the purple fire and the ice blossoms.

"Alright, we will not be coming back for a while. Come back in a week to have the plaster removed. If anything comes up, you can contact us," said the doctor in the middle.

Jiang Cheng pondered for a moment before immediately making his choice. If he did not remove the shrapnel now, the wound would not clot, and the blood would continue to flow unabated. Eventually, Pei Xiaowei would go into hemorrhagic shock and die. Jiang Cheng could not allow that to happen; he had to force himself to perform the surgery.

Just as they left the lounge, a chubby, ugly-looking alien appeared.

Such creatures were rare and hard to come by; Bai Jinyin believed the chances of encountering a Great Lion Turtle were slim to none.

When the Hui Detachment first arrived, the locals had hoped to "pick up fish from dry land," unaware of the detachment's prowess. After being soundly beaten by the Hui Detachment, they lost all their arrogance. Like Qi Zixiu, they hunkered down in Shen County, keeping their gates tightly shut.

The captain finished speaking, and the dozen soldiers around him raised their guns, aiming them at Xiang Yuandong and his companions.

On the ground, a large number of Martial Venerable-level experts suddenly appeared, each raising a magical crossbow and firing lethal bolts. With soft thuds, many lost their lives to the magic-breaking arrows before they could even hit the ground.

"Ahem, kind sir, could we perhaps swap seats?" During the conversation, Wang Xinyi, dressed as daintily as a princess, walked up to Ye Han and asked him very politely.

"Yang Fan... that name... My Lord?!" Shi Zijun, sitting in his chair, nearly fell off. He knelt down in a panic, saying, "Your subordinate Shi Zijun pays respects to the Count of Linghe! I had eyes but failed to recognize a true master; I hope Your Lordship will be magnanimous." Good heavens, he had actually offended such a ruthless character. Shi Zijun felt a chill running down his back.

"My Lord, you are too kind. My family has served the Uesugi clan of Ogiya for generations; this is only my duty." Nanbota Noritsugu felt a shiver down his spine when he looked at Asada's 'kind' smile. He knew full well that this was the first time in years Asada had shown such a smile, and it was directed at him.

He knew that the previous clash with the Soul Whirlwind had already exhausted him to the point of collapse.

"Gently now~. My dear Rongrong, instead of worrying about other people's affairs, you should think more about how to make clothes for my son." Mentioning this, You Ruo felt helpless.

I understood what Zhang Yi meant. Perhaps even without the conflict between me and Xu Mo, my mother would have been framed for something else. I didn't need to blame myself so much. But even if I could stop blaming myself, could I really cast aside all my troubles and live a normal life as if I knew nothing?

All around, it was still a wasteland, and many soldiers were patrolling atop the city walls.

Later, she was captured by experts from the Chen family. In her panic, she hadn't paid attention to her hair, and so she had carried it with her all the way here.

At this point, Nan Feng had no choice but to engage in a life-or-death battle. The oath had been sworn, and both the head of the Huo family and Tianlan Huiteng were now free to act. Even if Nan Feng entered his own world, he would not be able to escape their seals.

This was so the Pill Tower could demonstrate to others that the alchemist examination was free from suspicion of cheating, maintaining fairness and impartiality.

The four of them took out the pills they carried for restoring true energy and placed them in front of themselves.

Immediately, he let out an angry roar toward the sea trench, his massive body leaping into the air as he gave chase in the direction the Nine-Headed Sea Emperor had fled.

"Heh, so, where are they?" Alan looked at Monrosa again, his gaze tinged with a hint of coldness.

Compared to serving regular customers, they were often more delicate and coy, the goal being to attract repeat visitors.

At this moment, the middle-aged man did not make a scene; he wanted the fourth brother to teach Ye Yingfan a lesson.

Fu Wei glanced at Augustine and replied: "The ancient Chinese had a strategist named Zhuge Liang. He was adept at winning battles, but even better at losing them. Yet, every defeat was spectacular. Do you know why? Because he understood under what circumstances one must retreat! Otherwise, a retreat is not a retreat, but a total collapse."