Chapter 956: Pride and Prejudice

Li Dongling looked at Ning Wenyi’s belly; this little one, along with the unborn child in Hanxi, was destined to be raised with a silver spoon in their mouth.

Even if this child couldn’t directly inherit the Hanxi Li family’s assets, he would still receive partial equity in Ning’s Trading Company and Digital Harbour and other firms, ensuring his place on future Hong Kong and Southeast Asia billionaire rankings.

“In the future, both baby rooms must be occupied!”

Huo Rong devoted himself entirely to cultivating the Ultimate Force, his path echoing the ancient Primordial Chaos God Pan Gu.

Now Li Lingyi had adopted this same defense, though his version was more concealed and crude—merely temporary earthen ramparts hastily built from mud bricks.

The Sage’s spiritual essence merged with the Dao of Heaven; all things in the myriad worlds were within a single thought. Thus, Taiqing faintly sensed a connection between Huo Rong and the Green Lotus Daoist, an inexplicable bond lingering between them.

On this shield, a peculiar resonance emanated, and a pattern of ever-glowing blood-red light constantly shimmered across its surface—clearly, this was a divine weapon.

A hundred years had passed; under Kong Xuan’s tutelage, Yang Jian had fully mastered the true teachings of Spirit Fire Island and, aided by the fruit of the primordial spirit pine, now possessed the cultivation of a Heavenly Immortal, his three-pronged, double-edged spear unmatched among peers.

After examining it closely, Ning Rongrong exclaimed in delight; she found this to be a deeply joyful thing.

The Western Army of the Northern Song fought by first forming formations—strict regulations governed deployment, offense, pursuit, daily encampment, and drills. Zong Ze was especially rigid; historically, after Yue Fei joined Zong Ze’s army, Zong Ze gave him a formation diagram and instructed him to study it thoroughly.

Li Lingyi was surprised; he had heard of this American series—it was a phenomenon of recent years, Martin’s decades-in-the-making masterpiece, whose influence now spanned the globe, and whose TV adaptation had become wildly popular in China, with each episode drawing hundreds of millions of views.

“So that’s it—your Xuantian Body was acquired postnatally by consuming spirit fruits; that makes sense. And the golden fruit you mentioned must be an ancient one called the Xuantian Fruit. I never expected such a fruit still existed in the Tiannan Immortal Realm—truly strange.”

“Hmph, you’ve merely glimpsed the threshold of cultivation. Today, I’ll slay you here!” After sensing Tianxuanzi’s cultivation level, Baizu felt even more confident about seizing the divine artifact; he waved his right hand, and nine golden streaks of lethal light shot toward Tianxuanzi, each targeting a vital point.

Zhao Ling’er’s ascension to sainthood was imminent; she never worried about it, nor about the task of creating life—everything was already arranged by Jiang Xiao.

“You’re asking me why I asked this?” Zheng Xichen stared at him in disbelief; he hadn’t expected that even facing him, the man could speak with such cold indifference, as if it had nothing to do with him.

“Mother!” Nan Gong Yun gazed at Yang Hui, whose face had improved greatly, and called out.

“The leader, at such a young age, has already secured second place among low-tier adventurer guilds—his future is boundless. I, Yu Mo, willingly follow in the leader’s footsteps!” said the middle-aged man named Yu Mo.

He had come to Jingzhou merely for scholarly study and would eventually return to Wuchang. Once in Wuchang, it was the Chang family’s territory; even the Lu family’s reach couldn’t extend to the Marquis’s mansion. At most, they could use connections to submit memorials accusing the old marquis and stir up public opinion.

Even so, this highest peak was only seven or eight hundred meters tall—nowhere near the mountains of the north, which routinely rose several kilometers.

It was clear Sun Wufan was deeply afraid of his father, the Provincial Governor—a habit forged over years, unlikely to change easily.