Chapter 165: The Feeling of Home

"Son… son, what the hell did you give your father to eat?"

After eating the green pill Shen Siyuan gave her, Huang Huijuan felt as if she had aged backward by more than ten years, her boundless energy nearly bursting out of her, and she kept pressing him with questions from behind.

"You talk so badly—just say whether it's good or not."

"It's truly good, but…"

"Good is enough—do you think I'd harm you or your father?" Shen Siyuan cut her off.

Thousands of massive ships were highly advanced, equipped with jet-engine designs; moreover, the Sea-Dwellers' innate ability "Walk on Water" allowed these vessels to ride atop the waves like sprinting with the wind during a typhoon.

Having achieved the desired result, Ling Yan was thoroughly satisfied. He smiled faintly at Huo Lie, then turned to leave the hall—but at that moment, Huo Lie's voice suddenly came from behind.

"How have you rested over the past week?" Qin Ran propped his elbows on the table, interlaced his fingers, and rested his chin on them.

"Issue the order! All Spirit Beasts above the Sect level, step forward and fight!" The Tree King thrust his wooden staff violently into the ground and barked.

The ground cracked open into even larger fissures; the Thunder Naga's entire head was shoved into the earth, its body immobilized.

With that, Ling Yan grabbed Ling Zhen's hand and strode boldly into the forest, deliberately suppressing his spiritual energy to around forty-something—yes, he intended to lure out the Spirit Beast assigned to guard them.

As a wealthy landowner with deep ancestral roots, Bruce's family was coveted by many noble houses plotting rebellion, all eager to bring him to their side. After all, the imperial family was no pushover—war was a money-burning endeavor, and with the Bruce family's support, they would feel far more confident in this struggle.

Qin Su's attention was indeed drawn to Xia Yichen; she lowered her head and began eating, refusing to speak another word, lest she offend someone again.

The Black Dragon King has possessed the Dayue Lunzhuan Tree for countless years—do you really think he doesn't have those two leaves in his possession?

Before the six black holes stood an indestructible bridge, upon which countless souls walked—some cursing, some curious, some terrified, their eyes fixed intently on the six gates ahead, stirring within them an indescribable feeling.

"Good!" The dark-skinned cultivator immediately activated his artifact and launched a fierce assault upon Hua Xiuxia.

The two flying swords in Gui Bao's hands struck the black greatsword in succession—"Clang! Clang!"—both mid-grade flying swords hurtled toward the black greatsword; the first to collide shattered upon impact, and the second, upon striking the blade, was directly knocked away.

"It's gua! I gua once, gua again, gua-gua once…" Yang Yi grew frantic—damn it, he couldn't say the word "kiss"; every time he tried to say it, it came out as "gua." So he switched to "kiss," but even that word wouldn't come out—it always turned into "gua."

"We're both smart people—some things don't need to be spelled out. But Gu Gu, sometimes you're too naive. Do you really think Lu Qifan treating you well means he actually likes you?" Anthony tossed out another bombshell.

At this moment, Gan Lin and the other disciples gathered around the high-grade Four Symbols Array, preparing to channel spiritual energy into it, all staring in terror at the thousands upon thousands of green-spotted birds ahead—their faces pale, having never seen such terrifying creatures.

"When Chenggui, you left without a word, and my affairs as an Immortal were still unfinished—of course I had to come after you," Lingyin Immortal replied coldly.

Then all nations uniformly ignored Li Lingyi—no one mentioned his name or his contributions to the battle. In fact, this was his own request, and the government shared the same concern: if the truth were revealed, public unrest would surely erupt.