Chapter 271: Zhu Zishun

Dragon's roar coils around every step, clinging to the body!

Pure Yang chases the moon, a cloud-borne fluff!

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Lin Mo was still wielding the Pure Yang Sword Art, now at its tenth form.

The sword intent had stacked to a degree too blinding to gaze upon; even bystanders felt the searing heat of that intent.

Nan You, in the arena, felt each strike from Lin Mo as if a blazing sun had slammed into him.

Each time he parried an attack,

Li Mei and Gao Li checked the accounts together; Gao Xiong and Zhang Yu worked together; Da Chengzi took meeting notes.

From middle school to high school, during the most confused, rebellious, and anxious years of adolescence, one would inevitably wonder: if parents couldn't give her the love she deserved, why had they brought her into this world? She felt she shouldn't have been born—she had never chosen to be born.

Others burst into laughter; Mo Yang's face turned bright red. He opened his mouth but couldn't think of a retort.

Besides the palace, the Zheng family of Nan'an Prefecture sent large gifts regularly; rewards from the Wei, Jin, and Gong Princely Mansions were already routine.

The cause and effect were crystal clear. Hearing these cruel words sharper than daggers, Zhang You would have kicked the bastard senseless—if not for Zhu Yijun standing beside him.

Her mind went blank. In a daze, she seemed to hear a commotion near the door behind her.

"Sir, the plane is about to take off. Please return to your seat. Thank you for your cooperation!"

Chi Zao's impact on him was too great—he'd kiss her and then salute with a gun. Outside, Wei Xiao dared not act recklessly.

Last time, Chi Zao had still harbored uncertainty, but she loved him, so she'd thrown caution aside. Now, she trusted Wei Xiao utterly.

And this is Haidian District, not Chaoyang District—how could a star like you possibly live here?

When the alternate personality praised Yu Jiannian and slandered Song Xinghe, Pei Huan did the opposite, calling the alternate personality blind.

Crack! The moment Qiao Mandong entertained the thought of retreating, a thunderclap struck her forehead. She screamed, clutched her head, and curled into a ball.

She noticed her sister-in-law sitting on the floor, legs crossed, gripping several chrysanthemums and tearing off their leaves.

Luo Chenxing's face was like winter ice, his cold, piercing gaze fixed on Wen Ruyi.

Xu Hengyao's lips twitched. What did it mean—have ability, then control it; lack ability, then accept death?

Fu Yan felt a trace of sympathy for Rong Duor, but compared to her own beloved sister-in-law, that sympathy was negligible.

To everyone's utter surprise, Chu Tiankuo spat at her, turned his head away, and refused to look at her.

After this incident, Dongfang Hong was consumed with worry. He could see Chu Tiankuo was troubled by Yan Xiang. Dongfang Hong worried for Yan Xiang too—but he worried more for the water vein.

During this time, Yu Jingchen called back; she was still forced to take the call under supervision.

Lan'er poured tea while speaking, but before she finished, Xin'er shushed her.

Jiang Dao Li knew that countless races from the heavens had come to probe the Star Gate, but he didn't know who, couldn't open it, and could only endure.

A flash of insight crossed Jiang Dao Li's eyes: this Life Fruit didn't directly boost cultivation—it altered one's physique, aiding growth.

Mo Qian had given them too many shocks and surprises along the way; everyone was overwhelmed, each new blow leaving them stunned and unable to react.

The group numbered about four or five. Their leader was a burly man with a face full of coarse flesh, radiating a fearsome aura.

Ning Xi's smile vanished. Sensing Liu Yunzhi's increasingly unfathomable strength, he clenched his lips and began recounting what he knew of the Sword Dao Sect.

The next day, Teacher He didn't wake until noon. After rising, he simply washed up, changed clothes, went out for lunch, and his assistant packed his luggage before accompanying him to the airport to depart for Jingdu.