Chapter 594

New Year's Day.

Jiang Nian hadn't woken up yet when he was dragged into the car. Two pretty girls were already inside.

"Mom, where are we going?"

"Where?"

Li Hongmei turned around from the passenger seat, giving him a look of utter disbelief.

"Back to our hometown. Where else would we go?"

Jiang Nian leaned back, "Another round of visiting relatives? So boring. You might as well not have called me—I could've slept straight through to night."

Just spend it alone.

My height should've put me in the front row, but to make revenge easier, I deliberately stood further back, hoping to get closer to Ma Han and the others, giving them a chance to tease me.

The Jade King Spirit Armor and the Demon Bone Relic fell to the ground, while the Young Master Scorpion's body turned directly to ash and dispersed into the air.

"Is this true?" The three sect leaders perked up instantly. To be blunt, they fought over the position of supreme commander just to secure dominance in future resource allocation. If Qing Li's words were genuine, they might as well yield the command.

After running upstairs, Yun Anning pulled out her wallet from her bag. Luckily, she'd withdrawn some cash a few days ago—otherwise, in this era where everyone pays with phones wherever they go, she'd have had to transfer money directly to Mi Duo and the others.

Arriving at the Lin family ancestral home, Lin Zhan hadn't rested yet. Hearing Lin Yunfeng wanted to see him, he quickly had her brought in.

"Do you judge friendships by status?" Yun Sang looked at Yun Zhou with clear confusion.

Cen Muning's every word targeted Shu Man, never mentioning the Empress Dowager behind her—she didn't want to provoke Zhuang Sicong's resentment.

Li Xing followed behind, eyes lowered, watching Yi Feng's back, a flicker of doubt passing through them.

Lin Fan tried carving several more defensive talismans. Each attempt succeeded—except the first failure; the subsequent ones all worked. So Lin Fan began attempting to carve more complex attack talismans.

As Ye Senluo stepped onto the Path of the Yellow Springs, his soul stabilized. In truth, any being who hasn't reached the Supreme Realm faces dissolution by Heaven and Earth's Dao the moment their soul leaves the body.

With a tailwind, activating the Five-Second True Man's ultimate move to take on five opponents and escape unscathed isn't a problem. Even in a disadvantageous situation, his base-stealing skill rivals the Sword Saint's.

Since confessing, Dai Yixi had grown increasingly uneasy—not only because Qin Yu Guang watched him like a hawk, but also because his confession had gone too smoothly, so smoothly that he still felt dazed, as if it were all a dream.

Countless people flooded into his livestream; with each viewer donating 50 yuan for a million total, the accumulation built up his popularity to terrifying levels.

His black cloak fluttered with a hissing sound in the wind, radiating the aura of a powerful Trainer.

Logically, my current state should've given the opponent a significant advantage. Yet strangely, since this move, he'd become noticeably flustered—every defensive posture he assumed was overly exaggerated, then hastily retracted, giving Jin Yin ample openings to attack.

"Why aren't you answering the phone?" Jiang Yunzhou glanced at her, seeing her stare at her phone, hesitating without picking up.

"Sister." Mu Qing appeared in the cave out of nowhere, watching Mu Ying with concern.

"No, I'm happy. Maybe even the fish in the pond envy me now." Xiao Nianyuan murmured softly—answering Bai Weiyu's question, yet more like speaking to himself.

Zhao Xu wasn't alarmed. A suit of armor appeared on his body just as Ye Senluo's punch struck.

After deploying the three squads, Guan Jinlin ordered Mo Tianwei, Er Da, and Yinzi to plant landmines around Zhu Que Temple for a week.

Though the sky was clear, the sun blazed, and all things flourished, the Zong family estate lay utterly silent—every face bore no trace of life.