Volume 1 Chapter 22: A Story of Parental Love

The blade of the Flaming Fire Sword glowed with a heat as intense as the sun, resembling clusters of burning meteorites. Its extreme temperature could instantly vaporize any substance, causing the surrounding air to warp and distort.

Now, treasures lay scattered across the ground, even beneath his feet. Recalling the past, when obtaining a single item of slight value would have been enough to keep him awake with excitement, he now stood atop even greater riches, as if he had reached the pinnacle of his life.

Having not seen Cheng Yuan for several days, she remained as cold and aloof as ever. Her gaze toward Lu Xiuming was even frostier, entirely lacking the somewhat obsequious and fawning demeanor she had displayed before.

As for Foundation Establishment cultivators, it was fundamentally impossible for them to traverse such a vast distance and break through the successive ambushes of roving marauders to arrive here.

After all, he lacked fame in the directing circle. Generally, when he wrote a script, no popular stars were willing to act in it, and every film he made remained in a lukewarm state.

In order to defend Qin Jiao, he had flung the divorce agreement into Cheng Yuan’s face, showered her with humiliating words, and indulged Qin Jiao’s reckless behavior.

Back then, it was Lu Xiuming who had been in such a rush to throw the divorce agreement at her after Qin Jiao woke up. Now, it was also Lu Xiuming who came to question her because of a single Weibo post announcing her single status; it was truly something Cheng Yuan could not fathom.

Peering out from the coffin, Sha Dutian scanned the surroundings casually. Seeing no danger, he braced his hands against the coffin walls and vaulted out. Zhao Ruozhi dared not linger; before Sha Dutian could even call him up, he had already poked his head out, not daring to look at what lay inside the coffin.

Wang Nuo took the phone and, after a glance, was immediately able to incorporate the data into his plan.

Wang Nuo’s current frustration was a lack of principal. He had tried margin trading and had a few experiences using borrowed accounts, but these were not long-term solutions.

"Yes, Yue'er really smelled it!" Meng Yue nodded heavily, his expression very serious, and then, sniffing, he continued to walk in her direction.

"Brother Qu Yan, I haven't participated in the company's affairs. But I always feel that what you are doing is wrong. Now that all the burdens of the Yu family are on you, I hope you can have a strong and decisive attitude! Take a clear stance in the face of major issues of right and wrong." Yu Chuchu lifted her eyes, her sharp gaze fixed directly on Qu Yan.

Her words brought a sense of relief to many of those present, Mo Ruoli naturally among them.

After speaking, she moved with lightning speed, grabbing the arms Meng Yue had braced on either side of her. Then, using her knee to press against his abdomen, she executed a forceful turn and pinned him beneath her.

If this meticulously planned scheme really had anything to do with Mo Ying'an and Mo Ning'er, there must have been an inside traitor on his side; otherwise, they could not have planned it with such precision.

"What? Are you afraid? The phone is fine; I will definitely take the initiative to kiss you until you are satisfied! If there really is something wrong with this phone, you don't have to answer it!" Yu Chuchu took the initiative to provoke Shen Mujian.

Su Jingnian nodded, affirming Mo Ruoli's words. Her acting skills were indeed hitting a wall whenever she faced a beauty.

The Han family member was "escorted" on her journey early the next morning, but because Fengxi was very far from Yong'an City, by the time news of her death arrived, Meng Changhe’s birthday banquet had already concluded.

Shu Ning brought out orange juice and happened to spot Shu Baobei. The distance was a bit far, and she couldn't see what the man talking to Shu Baobei looked like, so she set down the juice and walked over.

Only then did people notice that Yi Fa had been sitting in the corner all along, listening to everyone’s account, and they cast expectant gazes toward him.

"Uh, not yet, but I promise you that if there is, I will be the first to notify you." Lu Li said a few words and hung up the phone.

Zheng Hongtao had also kept in touch with the country. Initially, the country wanted to send forces to assist them, but this was rejected by Lin Chen. In such matters, once the state intervened and outsiders found evidence, it would completely escalate into an international dispute.

Once upon a time, Qin Feng had experienced this familiar feeling, as if he were with family, feeling incredibly fortunate and cherishing the moment.

Seeing that Qin Mobao was acting as usual with no special movements, the maid felt reassured and withdrew.

"Huh?" Lu Li was stunned. Realizing he had misspoken, he had to coax her again. Then, he signed a series of "unequal treaties," such as not tickling her anymore, not bullying her, having to teach her to ride a bicycle, and letting her taste the good food first—in short, a whole list of demands—before Li Bing finally wiped away her tears and reluctantly spared him for the time being.

Through this period of training, everyone had naturally formed a conditioned reflex for executing orders from their superiors, and their various operational capabilities had significantly improved.

As that voice rang out, Nan Yuling’s body stiffened, and a look of astonishment crossed his handsome face.

Just as Nan Yuling was frowning and thinking of a strategy, Yan Cheng suddenly stepped forward and walked toward Old Master Yan.

Cai Jinkui finally could not hold on any longer and fell straight down, landing beside his son, who had already become a desiccated corpse.

"How could that be! A favor of a drop of water should be repaid with a gushing spring; how can one not repay the grace of saving a life!" Cao Sanyun shook his head firmly, his face serious.

"Mr. Li, what does this mean?" one of the police officers asked, confused and uncertain.

Geng Zi ran in from the narrow, long corridor carrying a bowl of soup, completely unaware that he had lost one of his shoes.

As his spiritual sense intruded, those flames began to stir restlessly, splitting into numerous sparks that rushed toward Su Jiuer.

From the floor at the edges of the hall, wooden steps rose level by level, sealing off the rain.

Cheng Yan was here, the Yu family was here, and the Shu family was here; there was nowhere else she could go.

Nan Ruoning was not someone easy to deal with and was very calculating; otherwise, she would not have avoided meeting Li Yanmo during the few days since she returned. He guessed that Nan Ruoning must be dying to see Li Yanmo.