Chapter 581: Punishment

“What are you doing?” Shen Siyuan asked curiously.

“Keh~”

Tang Tang raised the toy in her hand—a puzzle similar to Huarong Dao—now half-assembled.

“Excellent.”

Shen Siyuan patted her small head.

Then he glanced back toward the balcony.

Xiao Yue and the others should have returned long ago—why hadn’t they shown up?

As he focused his mind, he sensed they were all present.

His right eyelid twitched abruptly—he realized his wife was in trouble. He sighed inwardly, cold and quiet, when his mother-in-law called. After he explained the situation, she was terrified and insisted on coming immediately. He could only reassure her that her coming would do no good; she should stay home and wait calmly for news.

The man’s attire, demeanor, and just now’s absurdly arrogant words made it obvious—he was another noble family’s spoiled son, arrogant due to his clan’s power, never regarding others as equals, utterly worthless.

The idea sounded noble, but the outcome was tragically bleak—“Bang! Bang!”—Xiao Tian casually swung two slaps; the dragon and the qilin were flung away just like Li Qing, their injuries no less severe.

Hu Die was the first to sense the commotion in the living room; she immediately signaled for silence and crept quietly toward the “door.” Gently pulling it open, she peered alertly inside—only to see Ye Ke had returned and was preparing breakfast. Her heart finally settled.

“What I said is true—they made this decision to prevent the princess from marrying Qin Ao and to break the alliance between Qi Xia Men and the imperial family,” Su Jing said coolly.

Wang Chen, thrilled to see the Fire Lion severely injure the Blood Curse Witch God, let out a triumphant shout and ordered the Fire Lion to surround Song Yang’s true body. His hands shifted into seals—he was about to unleash his ultimate technique.

“What is this?” the Purple Gold Divine Dragon murmured in surprise—he noticed the dissipating energy was slowly corroding the surrounding air, and this disturbance carried a faint threat.

The lowest cultivator among the dozen was a Five-Star Dou Huang, yet even such strength had been gravely wounded by Zhao Yi’s cold snort—what level of power did he possess?

Though they resented the intervention of the Tongtian Star Alliance, the cultivation world was ruled by strength; had Tong Lu refused, he would have already drawn the Alliance’s wrath. If they sent even a few Soul-Eating Core cultivators—or stronger ones—Hualong Gate would vanish from the Tongming Realm forever.

His cultivation process was also a process of enlightenment; the Ten Thousand Phenomena Scripture encompassed all things, including the Eight Sufferings of sentient beings.

The fiery competitive spirit filled Li Zongwei with confidence—he said a fire still burned within him, and he would persist until the 2020 Tokyo Olympics. As a veteran nearing thirty-six, the meaning of his perseverance was clear—to fight for his first world championship title.

Something that could counter the Spirit-Defining Talisman might not withstand the Heavenly Gang Flame Talisman; the malevolent spirit made no move to strike back but swiftly drifted aside; I raised a finger, and the talisman chased after it.

His original purpose in coming to the Chen family was to slaughter them all in the chaos and seize their assets for himself.

Suddenly, celestial music entered Xiao Yao’s ears; as the music lingered, the scene before him instantly changed.

He had intended to use it on Wang Tianxiong, Wang’s top internal rival, but due to a momentary demonic obsession, he used it on Li Qingshan instead—and it had no effect. That was why he lost control and flew into a rage.

With the New Year just days away, Coach Long announced at the end of practice: “Everyone gets a break—go home, celebrate the Spring Festival.”

The strange space before him now was a self-contained domain; though far from having formed its own rules, Ye Xuan felt a lingering obsession aboard the boat.