Chapter 24: Let These Ten Strokes of the Cane Serve as the Final Act of Our Kinship

After Xiong Fangrui finished changing Yan Weimin’s medication, she left, casting another glance at Zhong Xiwang with a faint smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

Zhao Weiguo looked surprised. “So you can drive too?” He still remembered how shocked he was when he first saw Zhong Xiwang behind the wheel.

On the road, Qin Nian received another call from Duanmu Hao, who was also informing her about Zhou Yi’s injury and asking her to help make proper arrangements.

“Here, take this. The college entrance exam is in six months. When you get to university, your phone will come in handy.” Qin Nian handed over the box, lifting his hand and placing it gently in his palm.

Zhang Xiangsi sighed, feeling a headache coming on. The pressure from the Jingjiang project had been immense lately. Even Lin Chao, her trusted confidant, had voiced some complaints about the matter.

At five o’clock early the next morning, Zhong Xiwang gathered the entire family in the courtyard. After a brief explanation, he had them warm up with running before teaching them the movements of Tai Chi, step by step.

The clash of swords sounded like thunder breaking in spring, shaking eardrums violently as sparks exploded and scattered.

Now that Ting Ze and Zhang Yuting had gotten themselves into trouble, there was no chance for reconciliation between Zhang Xiangsi and Ting Ze. Judging from what Old Lady Zhang said, the Zhang family was likely unaware that the Yu family had already severed ties with Yu Pingsheng.

Across the street, Bu Xu and Hu Jun witnessed the scene as well. Both were shocked, then reacted swiftly, darting across the road to reach the spot.

“What day is it today?” Zheng Shuguang asked as he hung his military cap on the wall hook, then went to wash his hands. As he came out, he happened to see Zhong Xiwang carrying a bowl of rice from the kitchen.

They were heading to an island to investigate the truth of certain matters. Busai Island, located between Southeast Asia and Thailand, was a bustling hub of transportation.

With a roar, Li Tianyou felt as if his soul had been torn from his body in that very instant.

The sense of blood-bound belonging nearly brought tears to Fu Can’s eyes, and an inexplicable feeling surged within him.

The cultivators of the Chang clan present were all beyond the Ninth Dragon Realm, with Huang Man and Scarred Lu having reached its peak. The demon clan’s stage of full mastery in the Ninth Dragon Realm often could defeat human cultivators at the peak of the same realm. Moreover, the Chang clan was among the strongest demon tribes. How could they possibly take Li Tianyou seriously?

Seeing that the few lower-level cultivators of the Ghost-Rearing tribe fled after Gu Qiong was slain, none dared to stay. Li Tianyou did not pursue them, letting them run.

Unexpectedly, the situation had escalated so severely. There were fewer than twenty Heavenly King-level figures in the Martial God Empire, and dispatching three of them to Black Wind Mountain was a rare and significant event. Even when facing demons or the Ghost-Rearing tribe, more than three Heavenly Kings were seldom deployed.

The two swords met with a piercing clang, then both combatants stepped back.

Ding Huo was unsure what level of primal energy was required to control the leakage of energy waves so methodically, so his gaze lingered deliberately on the elderly man in the gray robe.

At this moment, Yan Niang had to admit Zhang Ruyun’s cultivation was truly impressive. His pure and intense positive energy was something even Yan Niang had rarely witnessed. This stirred a wave of emotions within her—a mix of eagerness and hesitation.

When the process was complete, every cell of his body would carry all his memory factors. That meant as long as one cell of Qin Yibai survived in this world, he would eventually be reborn as an identical replica.

Lin Tiancheng acted decisively, moving out of the hospital that very day and checking into a presidential suite at a grand hotel.

Ye Qiuer was impulsive by nature. Though rescuing the people at Sitang Peak was a noble act, she valued her senior sister more deeply. Sending her to save Yu Ping’er was something she was reluctant to do, and as a result, her resolve weakened.

Zhang Ruyun didn’t understand her intentions but nodded upon hearing her. Seeing that her sister was right, Shi Ming’er frowned in displeasure but still spoke to Zhang Ruyun, “Thank you for now.” However, her words were stiff, lacking any real gratitude.

Three swords struck directly at Li Wanshan, who calmly employed his famed sword technique—the Yin-Yang Twin Swords.

The Tibetan mastiff was wounded but still fierce. As soon as the cage was opened, it charged like a crazed bull, whipping up a fierce wind as it growled and rushed toward the pit bull.

Peach wood talisman paper was not cheap. A single ordinary sheet cost over a hundred taels, which was enough to support an ordinary family for a year. A century-old peach wood sheet cost ten thousand taels. This showed just how massive a talisman master’s consumption was.

The disciples and elders in the audience began cursing wildly. Using corpses to craft puppets was a practice widely despised among cultivators.

Amidst the lightning, the voice of the Thunder Saint Mother echoed. At the same time, pale flames spread from Thunder Roar Mountain, quickly engulfing the entire continent. This was the Sacred Sacrificial Fire.

By the time Zhou Tian realized what was happening, his grandfather had already collapsed on the ground, bleeding profusely, laughing heartily.

She whispered softly, her fingers tracing Jiang Chengyan’s cold, handsome face, her crimson lips pressing tenderly against his.

“Boss Pei, you really handle things steadily,” Lin Yuan teased, watching the others who had already reached the finish line and begun calculating their answers.

Ruan Jiaojiao’s fierce reaction stunned Qin Zhiyan for a moment. Then he lowered his head and chuckled wryly, a hint of helplessness in his smile.

Fortunately, the Xinghan chain stores had increased to thirty branches. If there had only been five two months ago, they wouldn’t have been able to handle so many orders.

Two knocks sounded at the door. Before Long Haochen could speak, the door opened. Two elders came out, their faces breaking into joyful smiles upon seeing Long Haochen.

She slowly opened the deformed car door, then immediately took the unconscious Yi Meigui from the back seat.

If the Xia family could hitch a ride with the Song family, then find designer Y to create a new design, the Xia family might not only be revived but possibly rise to even greater heights.