Chapter 55

A flash of unnaturalness crossed Chuchu's face. She understood Lin Fan's desire to gain the approval of her parents—it was a manifestation of a man's sense of responsibility—yet she did not want her relationship to be interfered with by anyone else, not even her own parents.

Seeing Wang Tian's attitude, Wu Liu knew there was no opportunity left. Having rolled around in this circle for many years and witnessed countless gains and losses, he naturally did not mind.

"However, there is still no clue as to who killed this extreme stepmother, because the police have simply found no one with a motive for murder," Li Zhitong said.

These figures in black robes exuded bizarre fluctuations of power all around them, clearly belonging to the mysterious beings of legend.

Yet even this majestic mountain range was not indestructible. During a great battle a thousand years ago, the range was struck and broken in half; later, a formidable strategic pass was built upon the original site, named the Demon-Locking Pass.

In ancient times, an apprentice following a physician had to spend a full decade just learning to identify and process medicinal herbs. Then came three to five years in the pharmacy dispensing herbs, boiling decoctions, and familiarizing oneself with medicinal properties and dosages. Only after all that was one qualified to accompany the physician on house calls to accumulate experience, and by the time one was capable of practicing independently and holding down a clinic, they were usually in their thirties or forties.

After leaving the beach, Wang Tian returned to the hotel to rest briefly. Seeing that the time was right, he headed out once more. By then, the evening glow filled the sky—the ideal time for a meal. He already had a plan: there was a very famous food street nearby with plenty of delicious options, and he had decided to treat himself to a hearty feast.

The beggar shifted his body slightly, raised his head, and looked at the newcomer. With his turbid gaze and filthy face, he made no attempt to conceal his scrutiny of the approaching person.

Hearing that Gastens was a death row inmate, Yannick Dimov's expression froze for a fraction of a second. He pulled back his hand as if suffering an electric shock and stiffly pointed toward the group nearby.

The three men in black were seasoned veterans of the pugilistic world and could naturally tell that Yan Xu's expression was not feigned, furthermore, the secret manual matched the description they knew.

Meeting her gaze, Ge Han instinctively straightened his back. This father, who had lost his son, actually held his breath in front of his enemy.

She still had no idea who it was that had posted on the university forum, posting on the Z University campus forum.

The glass-making formula and techniques of their household had been brought back by Lord Song while he was serving as an official in the south. Ordinarily, they did not make intricate decorative ornaments, but they were capable of firing high-temperature-resistant soda-lime glass. Back in the Song dynasty, someone had wanted to custom-make a set of colorless, transparent chemical laboratory glassware to try using "limonite" to self-produce potassium permanganate.

The moment the palm momentum rose, it instantly swelled against the wind, crashing down toward Yeyi to cover the sky and earth. In an instant, it felt as though the heavens were collapsing, and the surrounding space within dozens of meters fell into a state of chaotic disorder.

Before she fully realized it, Yu You had already snatched Liu Zhenzhen's clothes right off the hanger.

Gigi was staying with her grandparents, so she was likely safe. She would just have to bear some hardship and go take care of her parents.

After Grandma Ye nodded, Ye Miao happily agreed to the proprietress's invitation to come to the noodle shop for lunch at noon.

"Jianhua, don't be like this. Xiaoyun is still in college; how can she manage without living expenses?" Despite her tear-stained face, Zhang Qin was still speaking up for Gu Xiaoyun, the 'chief culprit'.

Even though she knew he hit his classmates because he was being mocked for not having a father, she could not comfort him openly.

After swallowing a large handful of healing spiritual pills and genuine-qi-restoring elixirs, the Third Fire Emperor sat cross-legged on the spot and began regulating his breathing through cultivation.

"Coach, how do you deal with these morons?" Sanalis, nearby, probably feeling this was an opportunity to curry favor with Fisher, asked with a smile.

Sweeping his gaze across his companions, Qiu Zhi and the other two gave slight headshakes. While the timing was certainly favorable, they no longer dared to act rashly. Not to doubt the presence of a peer-level expert guarding the target, but with Gan Bai and his three companions providing reinforcement ahead, success was impossible.

The bandit felt the pain, screamed as he counterattacked, and sent Li Zhi tumbling with a single punch. Li Zhi's short sword slipped from his grip and remained embedded in the bandit's body.

Moreover, unlike ordinary people—who, due to their low absorption efficiency upon encountering Six-Yin Grass, required various supplementary drugs to enhance energy absorption and needed to refine the grass petals into medicine before consumption to achieve maximum effect—he was entirely different.

Yes, carrying bitter resentment, they trampled across the territories of the human race step by step, advancing slowly yet unwaveringly toward the imperial capital.

"Not bad either. At least you successfully dismantled the counterfeit production den; they won't dare to come out and make trouble for a while," Zhang Yang said approvingly.

However, facing the boundless expanse of water without any diving equipment, who would dare to descend rashly? Wasn't that courting death?

"Boss, do you think I can make the All-Star team this season?" Porzingis asked with a mournful expression.

The gash was as wide as a palm, practically cutting it in half at the waist, and blood spurted wildly outward as if it were artificial plasma from a cheap B-movie set.

"Master..." At that moment, Wuying vaulted over the wall and knelt respectfully before Wuyixin.

He truly had no appreciation for the cost of living; those fishing families only lived on boats because they were impoverished with no other choice. Who in their right mind would willingly live such a homeless, drifting life?

"Everyone listen up, patrol the vicinity. If you find any suspicious persons, capture them and bring them to me. Kill those who resist," the purple-robed man immediately turned and commanded the dozens of purple-robed figures. Hearing this, they all bowed in assent and vanished before Qing Tian and the others in an instant.

Having collected those two evil spirits, Su Li finally heaved a sigh of relief. Then, glancing toward the other side, he saw Grandpa Yan engaged in a fierce battle with that old lustful specter.

"Yes, that spy was eliminated by me on the spot with a single Lightning Spear technique, but the rest of us could no longer hold off the onslaught of the demon army," the old man sighed and said.

"Then this humble servant will take his leave to report back." With that, he bowed once more to Feifei and respectfully retreated.