Chapter 194: Happy Times

Zhou Congfang's body was too weak; after a strong emotional surge, she fainted instantly.

This threw the father and son into a panic, but the grandmother remained calm—clearly, she had encountered this before.

"Take her to bed; she'll be fine after a good sleep."

Zhao Dezhu heard this, reached out, lifted Zhou Congfang, and carried her toward the room, noticing how unusually light she was.

Zhao Ruijin was just about to follow when the grandmother reached out and pulled him back.

She sank completely into meditation, sealing off her five senses, overwhelmed with both joy and astonishment as primordial energy surged into her.

"It's him! But what are the odds?" Yang Ying gasped, her file on Jiang Han slipping from her hand to the floor.

But to prevent her thoughts from turning strange, Wei Yang forced herself to keep some distance and answered the question about her real name.

A primordial spirit beast, a hundred meters long, with a tiger's head and a lion's head, charged toward them.

Yin-Yang Great Sage's half-transmitted power took Qin Tian a month to fully refine.

Old Wu's elixir incantation flowed too smoothly; his fusion of laws had long reached perfection, leaving no trace.

After barely surviving that unusually long night, as soon as the sun rose, Lao Ding rushed to the factory.

Lin Feng smiled awkwardly—hospitals had never been cheap, and he wasn't even close to the other person.

Jin Nanzhou felt immense shame; this was even more humiliating and painful than being openly mocked.

Suddenly, the Yunhu Sect's Patriarch exploded into motion, leaping forward and unleashing a punch of ten-thousand-jun force, capable of destroying heaven and earth, unstoppable.

But the consequences were severe, for the Nine Heavens Ascension Platform was under constant surveillance by the Heavenly Dao Divine Palace.

The Star Lord realm was near; Qin Chuan felt a faint anticipation—he was confident he could face any level of Star Lord, even a half-step Star Lord, and easily eliminate them.

The evening shoot wasn't heavy; they revised a few scenes and discussed with Fu Xin the parts that fell short, finishing past ten.

The time was still early; Mo Fan drove Luo Yan toward the Immortal Mountain Tourism Group.

Lifting his gaze, Lin Tianyou stared at the giant bat that had appeared, radiating thick killing intent.

Similarly, the ghostly waves from the Dispirited Ghost's mouth couldn't reach Mo Fan—they scattered the moment they drew near.

Passing through an arched gate into the inner hall, he looked inside. Wow—the line was endless, a dense sea of people; patients lined up one after another, entering only after the one ahead exited. It must be Ran Sui seeing patients inside; he quickly joined the end of the queue, guessing he'd have to wait a while.

Then he glanced inside and found the interior surprisingly tidy, filled with ancient artifacts steeped in history.

At this moment, Yang Yin heard nothing around him; he sat with eyes closed, sensing his own body.

Both longed for a son, hoping he'd surpass them—but was a fourteen-year-old comparable to Yu Chang, the general nearly invincible below the God-Demon Realm?

After observing the Buddhist restriction with the Yin-Yang Mystic Eye for a long time, Chu Wangshu suddenly felt dizzy and disoriented—he realized he'd used the eye too long, and quickly withdrew his spiritual power to avoid damaging his eyes.

"No need for formalities—how's Hongtian Town doing?" Lin Xiaofeng asked, turning to an old man beside him, seventy years old.

They had already reached the door, but at this hour, the room was likely locked from inside to prevent interruptions; Manager Bai was seeking permission from An Xiaozhong whether to knock.

"Grand Elder Zhuang! The mist ahead is thick—lead the way for everyone!" Yue Kongkong ordered directly.

"The friend you mentioned—is it Xu You?" Zhou Yang guessed, then saw the flicker in the man's eyes—he knew he'd hit the mark.