Volume 1, Chapter 33: A Madman Meets His Retribution, Seeking Grandfather on the Isolated Isle!

Zhou Yu hurriedly lied, "It’s not that we’re abandoning you. There’s no small boat, and you don’t know how to swim. Only if we go over and get a boat can we come back to pick you up."

Zhang Wang was half-convinced, worried that the two might not return, leaving him alone on the boat to face the terrifying great white sharks. He quickly grabbed Zhou Yu’s hand. "You must come back!"

Zhou Yu put on a reassuring smile. "Don’t worry, I will come back. If I don't, may I die a horrible death!"

Having heard such a vicious vow, Zhang Wang finally loosened his grip. He watched as they jumped into the sea; Wang Wei grabbed Zhou Yu’s arm, and the two swam forward together.

One could only pray they would reach the shore safely. As for what they were plotting, it was none of his concern; his only duty was to remain loyal to his own choices and plans.

When Chen Wei drove to An Yu’s company, her colleagues were already coming out one after another. His own company usually finished at 5:30 PM, though it was often possible to leave by 5:00, as field work allowed for flexibility. Chen Wei sat in his car, waiting for An Yu to emerge.

Guided by her incantations, the spirits barely managed to hold back their decline. After finishing the chant, Mami Tomomi shouted a few sentences in Japanese to her two brothers.

"We can’t go back. Everyone has lost the way back; we are all different from who we were then..." Mo Mingchen smiled, shaking his head with a sense of lingering loss.

The Qinyin Palace was vast; even if everyone were given a mansion, there would still be large swathes of uninhabited land.

"Although it’s a bit strange not having Master around, it’s certainly free to be without supervision!" As Qin Moyu trekked through a mountain forest, he suddenly discovered a river and realized it had been a long time since he had last bathed.

He had never dared to face the people in his photo album—his parents, Jing Boyi, and Han Qianqian—which was why he had never even opened his phone.

After using his spiritual sense to scan the surrounding stone walls and finding nothing unusual, Qin Moyu sat cross-legged and began to slowly absorb the strange magical energy flowing in from all directions.

In reality, that wasn't the case; it was just that Xu Mo’s words were truly infuriating. The middle-aged man, having never interacted with Xu Mo before, had simply misunderstood.

In reality, when I was gathering herbs on cliffs for Nuolan, I knew the difficulty of scaling sheer rock faces. Yet, these cliffs were even steeper, with fewer handholds, and coupled with that strange force field, climbing even twenty meters, let alone two hundred, would be incredibly difficult.

The assessment continued, and Po Dao, Po Xuan, and Jie Zhi passed one after another. Being elderly, Po Dao and Jie Zhi made no effort to hide their martial arts prowess, revealing the peak of the first grade the moment they made a move.

"You still want to run?" Lin Feng sneered. With a thought, countless sword auras erupted around Batian’s nascent soul, surrounding it completely. Lin Feng beckoned, and the trapped soul flew instantly into his hand.

Just as Liang Xin was contemplating, he suddenly heard the sound of galloping hooves. He found it strange; the Liao and Jin armies had already entered the outer city of Bianjing, so why were there still hoofbeats?

"Very well... our Zhang family is reasonable. If you submit without a fight, I won't make things difficult for her." At a signal from Steward Zhang, two henchmen rushed forward and tied up the young man.

"I wonder what urgent matter prompts you to block my path?" Wang Tianjie asked calmly, his expression serene.

This was Earth, after all; encountering a sarira was an incredible stroke of luck. Lin Feng wasn't sure if he would ever obtain another one, and he couldn't bear to waste this one so frivolously.

Yu Shinan looked at Guo Ye anxiously, as if to say, "I have done all I can; you must find a way to turn the tables yourself."

She Yao spoke with casual indifference, yet those around him were shaken, especially Qian Qiuxun, who felt the greatest impact.

Hearing this and seeing Xiao Yao’s expression, the father and son exchanged a glance, their faces flushing with embarrassment as they offered a few sheepish laughs.

However, if nothing were done now, it would mean ceding the initiative to other factions. If the Prime Minister’s men were sent as imperial envoys again, Du Wei would be in true danger, becoming the perfect scapegoat.

Zhang Yuanhao hurriedly looked toward where Danyuanzi’s physical body lay. Seeing that the seal was still intact, though the withered corpse had slumped over, the dragon crown had fallen onto the formation, stirring a ripple.

As for lower-level talismans like the Fireball, Icicle, or Rejuvenation charms, Zhang Yuanhao could draw them himself thanks to his Foundation Establishment cultivation.

Seeing that Li Yunhui was not angry, Professor Yang felt relieved and personally saw him out.

Well, none of this matters anyway. After all, the two supporting characters have as much screen time as they do meals—one or two episodes, three at most, no more than that.

Across tens of thousands of light-years, only the Milky Way remained unscathed, guarded by the lingering will of a human Great Emperor.

The characters "slaughter" swirled with blood-red light, floating within his eyes. At the same time, a pair of immense dragon wings sprouted from his back, shimmering with blinding golden light.

He had heard from others before that Li Ling'er had committed suicide for his sake; while that was painful, it was nothing compared to the agony and agitation he felt after reading this letter.

The stream of comments in the broadcast room was moving at a frantic pace, though a few observant viewers noticed something was amiss.

Hao Zhao scratched his head and said with a smile, "As expected, Uncle understands me. That is exactly it." Hao Zhao had always longed to command troops and drill soldiers.

Perhaps due to being at the boundary of two different regions, the ground beneath was no longer swampy, but solid earth.

Ironically, those disciples who had vowed to die alongside the Bronze Sword Sect vanished in the shortest possible time after Jun Qianshi and her group broke through from underground.

"Feng'er, you gave your father such a scare on the Mid-Autumn Festival." Seeing the Emperor depart, Prime Minister Hua immediately stepped forward to check Hua Fenglan’s leg. "Sigh, you have suffered. How is it now?"

"Go? Why wouldn't I go!" A cold glint flashed in Luo Xi’s eyes as she returned to the carriage, looking utterly disheveled.

"Don't cry, my good grandson! Grandma will take you to find Mommy later, okay?" Han Xueruo coaxed him, her face full of heartache.

"You hunt demonic beasts for their cores, dig up my herbs, and ruin my mountains. How do you account for those?" Qian Shuyu didn't seem to care, as if she had already anticipated this question.

He still needed to figure out how to find Jun Qianshi and kill her to complete his mission—that was the practical path.

Although the Old Matriarch and Lady Zhao urged him to rest, the chaos in the capital had not yet fully subsided, and there were many matters awaiting him at the Emperor’s side. How could he rest? He returned only to see Pei Xin’er and the children before immediately leaving the General’s Mansion to return to his duties.