Seventy: Sorcerer 01

After He Zudao appeared at Wudang, his peerless cultivation, just half a step from the shattering realm, had already spread throughout the world.

“Oh, Pigeon, you’re even more nagging than my mother! I know, don’t worry.” Li Bai waved his hand impatiently, clearly annoyed.

Nianhui hadn’t done homework for days; what was he doing? Every day he came home and locked himself in his room. Even during the summer break, he was supposed to attend some training courses.

For such a person, there was nothing left to forgive. After all, keeping someone like that in the world was nothing but a waste of air.

“Miss Ye, you may also call me Tian Yidao.” His expression was calm, and at a moment like this, he no longer hid anything, nor did he offer any explanation.

He wasn’t angry—this wasn’t Lu Tianyu’s seat in the first place. If anyone else had asked him to swap places, he would have refused just the same. There was nothing to be upset about.

Facing this army of Yellow Turban warriors head-on, he was keenly aware of their terrifying power—so much so that he found them even more intimidating than Wang Yue, the supreme martial artist he’d once encountered.

He, too, had long hair, so why was it always so messy, impossible to comb, only to be tied up like that?

Lu Tianyu knew that Ina had many worries, but he never asked. Even when Ina brought things up, he just listened quietly, never saying a word more.

In other words, the first instinct—whether from a normal or eccentric person—was that this place was perfect for digging a secret tunnel?

“How is it I never knew Dad had a basement? And why has he met you? Tell me the truth.” I grinned wickedly, finally seeing a glimmer of hope.

“What do you mean ‘what’? Did I say anything wrong? Not brushing your teeth, not washing your face, reeking all over. A few years ago, you even came to our house to borrow money. If not for my father, do you think Li Li could have become a civil servant? I don’t get it—my own job’s awful, so why should we be so good to you?” Li Yan retorted with a cold sneer.

With Father Li and Second Uncle’s accusations, the other relatives nearby also started chiming in. They were all uncles and cousins from Father Li’s side. By now, the generational gap was wide. Although they disapproved of Li Zhiyong’s actions, out of respect for Father Li and Second Uncle, they held their tongues.

Suddenly, a cute bandage was pressed to my neck. I instinctively touched it, then turned slightly, puzzled, meeting those eyes that always made my heart race.

Boom! Gaia’s fist collided with Riel’s, and even the air trembled from the shock.

Yuan Shao, seeing Liu Fan come out to fight, was ecstatic. He thought today he might trample Liu Fan underfoot and make a name for himself as a crusader against corrupt officials—his pride soared to the heavens.

In Xialuo County, Liu Fan had already settled nearly eighty thousand people rescued from the Xianbei’s clutches in Shanggu Commandery. The court sent a new governor, whom Liu Fan inspected and found to be upright and of good character, so he was reassured.

“Go on, what do you want?” Zixiang had no qualms, showing no affection for his grandfather. When the Zi family was wiped out, it was said Grandfather was doing business overseas, unconcerned about the family’s fate.

If you looked closely, you’d see it was Xiao Yuanshan in his youth, full of ambition, just beginning to take over the Xiao family business. Every transaction was like a bamboo stick in his hand—firmly grasped and handled with ease. Under him, the family business flourished, poised for greatness.

Gale, this is the last letter I’ll ever write you. You know the reason—I have no choice. Forgive me for not being able to visit Father and Mother.

Zhong Yun drove the Santana sedan her mother bought, bringing her eldest brother Zhong Lin and his family of three to Haizhou. She was happily chatting with Lin Yun as they prepared lunch.

Over six thousand tons of mass, propelled by unstoppable inertia, continued forward. The Red Lotus plowed up huge amounts of earth like a colossal plow, digging a trench hundreds of meters long as it slowed.

I helped Sister Juan turn on the office circuit breaker; the lights blazed on, and the office was bright again.

“Does he want to kiss that guy or punch him a couple of times?” Brandy couldn’t make sense of the situation.

But Brandy wasn’t attracted by its advanced features—it was the all-black body and the unique white skull painted on it. It fit Brandy’s current collection criteria exactly—a perfect blend of collectibility and utility—so she slung it over her back without hesitation.

After all, for safety’s sake, when carrying a lot of cash, it was best not to stay outside overnight.

As a top online legend, Smile’s information was all over the internet. Peng Yu wanted to search for it right away, but held back. Just as she was about to continue acting, a deep male voice rang out.

“You are my father?” Aeacus stared at Zeus, king of the gods, his face full of confusion and doubt.

There was someone named Leng Ningyu—a rather nice name—but he didn’t want it. He changed it to Leng Mo, Cold Indifference.

He fought two dogs at once, attacked from both sides, while his father continued practicing tai chi, oblivious to the fact that he was facing two soul-sucking fiends and losing his life by the second, or that someone was fighting desperately to protect him.

At last, a siege tower came within range of the Han archers. Countless fire arrows rained down, and the tower burned as it lumbered forward, then was assaulted by a barrage of swallowtail firebrands until it became a gigantic fireball, utterly useless for attacking the city.

However, if Luo Zilin purified those things, his soul would certainly not be as strong as it was now. A strong body and weak soul—such a state would surely lead to death.

Her excitement almost gave away her location, making Liang Kun, who sensed something, look her way instinctively.

I burst out laughing, then twisted my wrist and pinned Mei’er to the sofa, moving in without hesitation. Today, I refuse to believe in bad luck—how could I not handle a mere Mei’er?

As his words fell, in an instant, it was as if heaven and earth responded: thunder roared, and the space all around shattered.

Greenhair shook his head without hesitation. To think the City of Heroes and the City of Bandits would ever join forces—that was simply impossible.