Volume One, Chapter 86: Are You Trying to Drive Me Mad?!

Shen Fan briefly explained the situation. After listening, Shen Bohuai scanned his mother and several nephews with an expression of disbelief.

“You can’t possibly think I’d want to harm you, can you? You are the flesh and blood of my own second brother; we share the same blood in our veins.”

When Zhiyin’s spirit faded away, it left behind a human-shaped skeleton, unlike any ordinary remains. This bone was crystalline and translucent, with a jade-like luster as smooth as polished stone—no matter how one looked at it, it was a rare treasure.

Somewhat afraid that Shen Jialan might discover it, and thinking even in illness he couldn’t forget such a thing—too bestial, too shameful—Tang Yuyan could only hold it in, waiting for the feeling to subside on its own.

Song Ziyang’s spiritual awareness swept over the surroundings. He could clearly “see” that warning arrays were set up all around the courtyard, and he had already triggered two of them by accident just by stepping down.

“Auntie, An Ruo and I are classmates. This is the least I could do. Now that you’re feeling better, I believe this jar of wine should be enough for your full recovery. I won’t trouble you further—until next time.” Liu Meng smiled. Since the matter was settled, it was time for him to take his leave.

To put it plainly, they had previously been wary, afraid that one day their sons might amount to something and come seeking revenge.

Green Vine’s mind was awash with memories of the capital. She didn’t know much about the Seventh Prince—after all, when he died, he had still been a child.

“She just came back to pick up a few things—she’ll be flying off again soon.” Yu Chen shrugged, indicating that he, too, hadn’t known his mother would suddenly return home.

“Senior brother!” Mo Yueyou, lowering her guard, was nearly frightened; she had thought a zombie had broken through the door and crept up behind her. She let the spiritual energy in her palms dissipate.

Her thoughts wandered to places even more remote and ethereal, so distant that she herself was unsure what exactly she was thinking about.

Muttering “It’s over, it’s over” again and again, the old man’s eyes rolled back, his limbs convulsed, and he collapsed to the ground, his mouth twisted and his words choked by trembling.

Witnessing this, Guanyin was so shocked that her mouth hung open. This was, after all, the Palm of Tathagata—the signature technique of the Buddha himself. With it, the Buddha could command a force of over three million jin.

This organization was extremely powerful; it was said that even the imperial family hesitated to offend them.

Among the seven great sects of the righteous path, Peilong Sect stood at the forefront. Their dominance was due to the presence of two late-stage Core Formation cultivators—both Supreme Elders of Peilong Sect.

At last, there was another breakthrough. After countless years of accumulation and waiting, hope finally appeared.

Just then, a massive silver object suddenly appeared ahead, blocking Chen Yang from view.

Confronted by Luoxue’s questioning, Ye Wushuang was thrown into confusion, unsure whether or not she should believe Luoxue.

Wu Yi possessed no real power—only wealth. For the great factions of the martial world, he was a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered. But everyone knew the time had not yet come, including Wu Yi himself.

Moreover, neither Mu Lingtian nor Tang Jing had ever suspected that Li Mi had been hiding by their sides all along, waiting for an opportunity to kill Mu Lingtian.

No sooner had he finished than lightning struck, hitting the black-bladed sword half a meter above his head. The current ran down the blade, surging into the platform below and scattering into a web of tiny electric arcs.

When Ge Feng pushed open the private office labeled “Basketball Coach Williams,” he saw that stern yet kindly “father.”

“The ninja encampment from the Land of Wind is completely deserted!” Anko Mitarashi exclaimed in surprise.

“Your servant thanks Your Majesty…” Xiahou could no longer remain seated; he knelt, choking with emotion, and thanked Emperor Yong’an for sparing the Xia family from ruin.