Chapter 141: Uncle Wen, Please Show Mercy

A cold sweat broke out on Wen Yueze’s forehead; he never expected his own younger brother to harbor such thoughts.

Supporting Wen Yueche’s arm, he said, “Brother, please don’t say such things again. We are close siblings—do you mean you don’t even want your elder brother anymore?”

Wen Yueche paid no heed to such words. He had no fond memories of this family at all.

Since he could remember, there had only been disdain from the legitimate mother, bullying from the legitimate sister, and cold indifference from their father. Now even the youngest fourth brother dared to speak against him.

Thus, she no longer tried to uphold the icy barrier; the dragon’s claw shattered it in an instant. The scattered shards of ice and the frost on the ground quickly vanished—some neutralized by the divine dragon’s domain, others reclaimed by her.

Nie Li’s gaze swept over Gu Heng with just one glance, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips. He knew he was surely doomed, but since Gu Heng was here, he felt a twinge of regret. Suddenly, the black and white wings behind him flapped fiercely, transforming into a streak of light that shot toward Gu Heng.

At that moment, Nie Li might no longer be able to look after Du Ze and the others. He hoped to help them bolster their strength as much as possible to face the dangers that might lie ahead.

After briefing Gu Feng, Li Yi followed Aida Misa to two more households, then returned to the hotel, sinking into silent contemplation.

As the palm of light struck, Ye Xin immediately activated the Shattered Thousand Tribulations technique. Countless streaks of light appeared in the air, swirling and gathering toward him.

Among the best craftsmen Ye Xin knew, the success rate of producing intermediate-grade equipment was still less than half. Those who lagged several times behind her already drew enough attention. To exaggerate further would be courting death.

“All right. Emma and I will wait for you at home.” The plane landed at Los Angeles Airport. Zhao Sheng was sweating nervously all over, but Emma seemed unaffected by the incident a few days prior, shouting energetically and full of spirit.

The board of directors, however, was different—they would never lack the capacity to absorb talent, as long as the candidates met the qualifications.

Ye Xin’s sword stance was overwhelmingly domineering. Or rather, his distinctive style made imitation impossible. Seeing the distant broken city wall and Ye Xin’s cyan long blade, it was not difficult to guess his identity.

Facing the approaching ruler, Zu Wanhao clenched his left fist and tore through his sleeve. Hidden within the cuff was a mechanism that unfolded like a fan, rotating into a circular shield. With a clang, it blocked the ruler.

What shocked King Qin even more was that Empress Dowager Xuan personally recorded Bai Hui’s orders on a bamboo slip.

“Take your time, explain slowly.” Bai Qi gestured for his guards to step outside and keep watch, then ordered two more bowls of salty tofu pudding and an extra plate of meat patties for himself.

Late at night, Li Fei complained to Mei Guanglian over the phone, her tone less than pleasant, for she had someone to rely on.

The practice of demonic and heretical paths sought breakthroughs in realms and greater power, even resorting to unscrupulous means and harming heaven and earth. Though progress was rapid and abrupt, their foundation was often unstable, making further advancement difficult beyond a certain stage.

“Senior brothers, using household electricity to cultivate the Five Thunder Righteous Technique is actually quite simple,” Qin Fen explained. “Connect these two iron rods to an electrical wire and hold them gently in your hands. The current will flow into your body. Then, circulate the Five Thunder Righteous Technique's core formula, merging your true qi with the electricity.”

“All right, we’ve made our selections here too!” At that moment, Mo Shanshi arrived before the three, accompanied by an elder from the Fuxi Valley.

But today, this place welcomed a long-lost liveliness. Soldiers gathered noisily in the courtyard, listening to the Winterfell soldier—whose attire was starkly out of place among them—loudly announce Robb Stark’s decision. They immediately whispered among themselves.

Lei Jingyun was no fool; he wouldn’t be tricked again. He was prepared—if that girl dared to come over, he would not hesitate to kick her away.