Chapter 328: Tang Tang

Aren't you eating at home?

"No, we're going to eat hot pot, then come back to pick up Tang Tang and take her out for some fun," Shen Siyuan said.

"Hot pot? That must've been Ruan Ruan's idea. Sometimes I even wonder if she's my daughter—how can she be so into weird food?" Jiang Yingxue said.

"It might have to do with personality," Shen Siyuan said.

"Maybe," Jiang Yingxue said.

It's hard to say—taste may relate somewhat to personality, but the connection isn't absolute.

Not beyond the instant's expectation—the man ultimately endured the millions-of-degrees flame he had unleashed.

"Die!" The man's martial arts came in relentless succession, each palm strike stronger than the last—he aimed to crush Qin Yue with a single blow.

"I originally thought it was coincidence, and I even tried to convince myself of it. But after so many similar events occurred, I could no longer fool myself into believing it was just coincidence," the patient said helplessly.

To the people of this world, it was pure fantasy. Even powerful magicians required more than two minutes just to chant a spell, and the incantation couldn't be interrupted.

"Is that so?" Kuang San asked doubtfully, then put on the sunglasses—she saw nothing at all. This wasn't sunglasses at all, but a device that blocked vision.

A few minutes later, in a private room of Zhejiang TV Station's cafeteria, the middle-aged man who had barged into the toilet and grabbed Ye Feng, intending to "harass" him, was applying a hot boiled egg to his blackened eye socket, while softly humming.

Barely regaining his composure, the instant immediately gave himself a harsh mental scolding.

"Surprise you… never mind, I won't scold you." Gao Qiao Dong held back his urge to curse—cursing people outright was never good, and after all, he was a father now; he should act more mature.

When he returned to the twins' room, they were already eagerly playing with the toys they had bought. They merely looked up and nodded a greeting as Safiros entered.

He transformed into a towering, grotesque demon—only then could he unleash his ultra-powerful explosion spell to its fullest extent.

This was a laboratory steeped in terror: crystal-embedded magical chandeliers emitted a pale glow, illuminating the dim experimental tables below. On a large dissection table lay a humanoid creature, half-winged, its skin stripped away, revealing crimson muscle and exposed blood vessels.

When everyone finally snapped back to attention and focused on the pile of corpses, the sword aura rose again—stronger than before. This time, they saw clearly: it was Huo Xuan. But Huo Xuan, charging a second time into the airspace above the corpse pile, was still repelled.

An elderly man behind the counter glanced at his age, paused, and showed no great surprise. With his right hand, he placed the jade stone onto an array on the counter. After a moment, he retrieved it and handed it to Nangong Yunyao.

From the lineage perspective, although our twenty-eight direct disciples hold all key positions in the Taiqing lineage, the true core secret has been secretly planted by our Senior Brother—Disciple Yue.

Mu Qiansan silently wondered whether Huo Siyuan's image differed greatly from the brutal general described by the woman in red—wondering if this Huo General, who now served so diligently at her side, was merely putting on an act.

Meanwhile, the number of figures from the cult side kept decreasing—most losses were among the cult's martial disciples; after being tortured and slaughtered by Nangong Yunyao and the others, only five remained.

Of course, the cost was immense—burning the dantian inflicted severe backlash on the cultivator; it was never used unless in a life-or-death struggle.

Even if prisoners regained freedom after the battle, they had no land, no money, and sank deeper into poverty. Inspiring stories of the poor becoming rich through hard work were rare in reality—certainly none had been seen in this town.