Chapter Thirty-Five: Have You Come to Reclaim Your Family Estate?

“Brother Ye, are we really going to the Su family?”
Su Chan’s face was filled with disbelief.
“Yes, we are. Do you dare to accompany me?”
Ye Cheng had already anticipated Su Chan’s reaction, so he smiled and posed the question back to her.
“All right, since you want me to go, Brother Ye...”
Meanwhile, Zhang Chulan was hesitant on the way back, unsure whether he should tell Feng Baobao his suspicions about things at Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Back then, Gu Mingzhu was showered with love in the Gu family, unwilling to part with anything; so why did Chu Liuyue seem utterly indifferent?
Xue Su had been holding back, but when Nereus asked, she couldn’t help shedding golden tears.
Backstage, Gu Yi’s expression was cool and distant as she glanced at the wall-mounted TV, where the “Mermaid” sang in intoxication.
Two thuds—this zombie had lost all its fighting power, its body left writhing helplessly on the ground.
“Miss Fang, General Liu, I heard you’re planning a surprise attack on the enemy camp. I, Peng Wuwang, am willing to go.” Peng Wuwang spoke in a deep voice.
For more than twenty years, Fu Chenyang’s hardened heart had never been so sharply pierced by just two words.
In the council hall, spanning over a thousand square meters, Pope Bibi Dong was discussing matters with Elder Chrysanthemum Douluo and Elder Ghost Douluo.
It was expected that, even if her background was ordinary, she’d at least be beautiful, but reality defied all expectations.
“You call him my child, so how could I bear to be separated from him? If you let him acknowledge Lady Lin as his mother, what place does that leave for me, his birth mother?” Consort Ning clung to his sleeve.
“Oh, did you sneak out in the middle of the night for a tryst with your lover? Why are you coming back so disheveled? Did your lover...” The woman in green hadn’t finished her mocking words when she caught sight of the cold, predatory gleam in Helan Yao’s eyes. Startled, she instantly withdrew her hand from pinching Helan Yao’s philtrum.
As for Dan Lao, her youthful beauty was gone; approaching forty, her face was already marked with fine wrinkles.
“Zzz!” Another burst of electromagnetic sparks—the giant python had just grown larger, its body expanding to seventy or eighty meters, nearly smashing through the glass roof of the breeding chamber.
Was that yellow mark following the white tiger’s body? Helan Yao’s mind began to clear. Perhaps the opportunity Ning Ruoxi saw was connected to the white tiger. But how to enter that cave?
After those words, everyone in the gang stepped back in unison, distancing themselves from Qin Botian. Wasn’t this courting death? Did you truly want Helan Yao to leave so badly? Look, the others want her gone too, but did they say it? No! What if you say it and Helan Yao decides to stay?
Gradually, people from the martial world gathered, their fierce gazes locked on the pair, ready to draw their swords at a moment’s notice.
The true self is the master; thus, the true self’s aptitude remains almost undiminished, while the avatar is far inferior. Most crucially, the true self holds the power over life and death; if the true self dies, the avatar surely perishes, and the true self’s will governs everything.
Back in the Earth Immortal Realm, Lin Yu had promised that so-called Tai Shi Immortal he would help search for two old acquaintances.
Experience told him that, when faced with someone ruthless, any trick would only hasten his doom; submission and cooperation were the only safe path.
Yun Xiu certainly did not wish to stay, but recalling the helplessness of the Pei clan, she felt it was best to remain after all.
Lu Fan swung his sword, cutting down the corpse before him, when suddenly the sky darkened overhead. He looked up and saw another corpse leaping towards him.
Red Mist looked at Luo Qingqiu, who sat quietly—sixty years had passed since master and disciple parted, yet now, upon reunion, they were separated forever by the boundary of life and death.