Chapter 93: Martial Uncle

Lin Yu exuded a kind of maturity and composure far beyond his years. That calm assurance, that courage, surprised Chen Kedi and won his admiration all at once.

Chen Kedi withdrew his gaze, growing curious about Lin Yu’s identity.

Since Lin Yu was standing beside Old Master Xu at the moment, he was surely connected to the Xu family. Chen Kedi silently took note of him, already deciding that if the chance arose, he would have to probe deeper into the matter...

It would be better to go mad from cultivation ten or a hundred years from now than to die at the hands of the other reserve guest elders half a month later.

The princess came to the window, pushed it open, scattering away the bees and butterflies. She gazed at the lake in the dusk, lost in a daze, her eyes sorrowful, her figure like a jade Guanyin descended into the mortal world.

After Gao Di stepped down from his sedan chair, the people around recognized him as a high official of the second rank. The bearers and coachmen tactfully fell silent, staring at Gao Di and the embroidered insignia on his robe.

The moment Lin Xun’s figure appeared, the surging flames abruptly transformed into several phantom forms that seemed like divine beings, each blazing with a light that filled the heavens and radiated a terrifying might.

Though these words made some sense, how could Qi Zhan not understand their intentions? They merely wanted to borrow his strength to injure Xiao Hua first, creating an opening for themselves to defeat him.

Khan Lin Dan continued walking forward, with his noble consort and his son Eje behind him, all of them watching him.

At that instant, tens of thousands of foreign martial gods seemed to have been granted divine aid. They instantly returned to their peak condition and launched devastating attacks on the mountain-protecting great formation and the innate annihilation array. More than a dozen crystal barriers on the verge of collapse were ground directly into dust, while the mountain-protecting formation itself turned dim and unstable, thunderous arcs of lightning crackling and exploding all the while.

Yet no one knew that the usually stubborn Bai Wangchuan, though he had stepped out of one kind of obsession, had merely entered another.

With injuries like these, even if one kept him alive with ginseng, once he was sent into the inner pass at Fushun, he would surely die within days.

At times like this, there were still many households willing to empty their own bowls and save their meat dishes to entertain relatives and friends.

“Did I tell you to speak?” the emperor snapped angrily, clearly displeased with his behavior.

Leaning on his cane as he returned to the villa, he had only just entered through the back door when he heard Yun An’an instructing Uncle Tong to help out with the work.

Zhang Wei also came over, looked at Chang Ge and Lao Si, then turned to glance at the Fox before letting out a cold snort.

Yan Yusheng had also awakened by then. Seeing Xian Han outside, he gave Li Luochen a curious look. Without even greeting the teacher, he yawned as he stood up and strode out with brazen ease. That brooding, sly fellow really was something.

Setting everything else aside, ever since Lin Zhiyan became CEO and took over the company, she had weathered more than her share of storms, and each time she had led the company to a brilliant victory.

“I’m not eating anymore. I’m heading to work,” Fu Tingze said, setting down his chopsticks and walking over to Wen Mianmian to kiss her on the cheek.

Just as the Thousand-Eyed creature was about to climb right up to them, Sakura Festival Night swung out a blade. The force of his qi rose high, like filthy waves sweeping across the sky, separating Yao Lan and Que Chuxi’s slender figures from the blade’s reach by more than three feet.

At last the torches, like a sudden rain, lit the whole sinister mansion into glaring brightness. Taking advantage of the rising and falling smoke, the insects precisely fed every vat of fine liquor straight into the tongues of flame.

What no one expected was that after Red Yuan left, he vanished completely, leaving no trace behind.

As for the trip, with Mommy and Great-Grandpa accompanying them, there would be no problems.

By now, Duan Long’s rule was all but finished, and the most powerful force in the imperial city was the Chu family. Even if the other clans coveted the throne, none of them could compete with the Chus. With the support of the many families led by the Ye family, Chu Xiao inheriting Duan Long’s throne seemed to have become a matter of course.

On that jade disc, he could not see anything particularly unusual; aside from the faint energy fluctuations within it, it was no different from an ordinary jade disc.