Chapter 126: Get Out, All of You

In the study of the Wen estate, the father and his two sons stared at one another in silence. Wen Yueche’s sudden intrusion had only intensified the already strained atmosphere, yet it served to divert the attention of the other two toward him.

"Forgive me, Father. I was acting in haste and did not consider the impropriety of entering," he said, though he felt indifferent; having already breached the threshold, he knew they could hardly turn him away now.

"Is this how you conduct yourself in the military? You are well aware that our dynasty demands strict discipline..."

Qi Xuefu let out a thunderous roar, his left fist striking the iceberg with devastating force. Golden cracks spiderwebbed across the frozen mass amidst a cacophony of shattering ice, and a glacial chill swept across the plains like a tornado. With another mighty shout, Qi Xuefu delivered a second blow, and the iceberg crumbled into a shower of icy dust.

It was International Children’s Day. The children outside, wearing their bright red scarves, beamed with radiant smiles. It should have been a joyful holiday, but Li Bing’s mother had been laid off today.

The young coach took the business card, his enthusiasm mounting. He replaced the water in the guest’s cup with Tieguanyin tea, asked him to wait a moment, and then took the card to seek instructions.

When they arrived at the lecture hall under the guidance of the class monitor, most of the seats were already taken. Fang Nan and Chen Luobin had to settle for two spots near the aisle in the second-to-last row.

"What are your thoughts?" Lin Feng asked, gesturing toward Ma Ying and Rick, who sat in silent contemplation.

"Doggy?" Lin Feng started in shock, tumbling from his bed. Although Li Ergou had long since attained a position of high office, Lin Feng had never once changed the way he addressed him.

"Fang Nan?" Chen Luobin hesitated before speaking. Fang Nan had told him after school that he was going to film a movie. Given Fang Nan’s usual stubborn determination not to return home until he had mastered a task, surely he wouldn't be keeping Xia Yu company?

Having received this response, Enlaico could finally set his mind at ease. He turned and walked out of the clinic toward the inn. Behind him rose a chorus of sorrowful weeping—a sound that filled Enlaico with profound grief. He mourned the loss of a mentor and friend, and he mourned the arduous, turbulent life of his old father.

Playing such a bleak role throughout the day, he realized that everyone was his enemy: the Sect Master was an enemy, Zhao Hua was an enemy, and perhaps even Lie Yang was an enemy.

"There was little enmity between us in the past, but at that time your status was lowly, and because you stood against me, I naturally could not swallow my pride."

As time slipped by, the Emperor burned the classics concerning the worship of spirits and executed those stubborn individuals who continued to perform forbidden sacrificial rites in secret.

Jun Yelan pressed a gentle kiss against the elegant curve of her neck, causing Ji Liuyu to tighten her grip on his robes. His kisses drifted downward, trailing a path that stirred an indescribable, lingering itch.

With one final strike, Kirito shattered the last of the man-eating flower’s health, swiftly gathering the quest item—the flower’s embryo—from the ground. Having completed this sequence of actions in mere seconds, he immediately charged toward Li Xiang, who was not far away.

Heavy footsteps thundered like a lightning strike. Like an arrow loosed from a bow, Kirito vaulted several meters, driving his heavy sword deep into the gaps of the boss’s carapace.

World Master Weng Fan produced a collection of elixirs, fruits, and pastries, distributing them among the nearby laborers to help them recover their strength.

One could only say that the process of traversing worlds felt like nothing at all—or perhaps the duration was simply too short to perceive it?

Each life could serve only as a reference; once the previous life was known, any change in action would inevitably give rise to a different story.

However, from the scattered fragments of the six black keys, a figure clad in black vestments emerged.

When the golden blood fell upon the earth, a white-robed immortal descending from the sea of clouds above a mountain pass looked up, a flash of surprise in his eyes. He flicked his sleeve, gathering the surrounding clouds.

Moments later, dozens of lightning bolts descended from the sky, utterly obliterating the entity coiled around Ye Dong’s neck.