(44) Granny Liu of Jiushan Summit

Liu Yi suddenly realized that this woman looked a bit familiar. Oh my—! Wasn’t this her second aunt, Liu Xi, the very doctor who raised her, always using her as a cautionary example to inspire her own daughter, Lu Yunshu? Heaven is just, evil is rewarded with evil! She watched with great interest, and in her delight, her orange vertical pupils shifted back to almond-shaped black eyes.

Leaning against the shattered windshield, her dark hair caught by the wind, her features were both striking in bone and skin—a smooth, oval face.

“Let me do it,” Li Tianzhi offered, no stranger to such situations. In his past special training, he’d become proficient in emergency first aid for common injuries. Later, during his time seeking enlightenment at Liuyun Monastery, he pored over countless ancient texts, dabbling in Daoist medicine, especially in the field of trauma. He had developed unique methods for treating injuries to muscles and bones.

Now was the perfect chance. Li Tianzhu suddenly grabbed the rosewood chair beside him and hurled it at the gunman behind him. In the same breath, he rolled twice on the ground, lunging at the burly man squatting nearby. With a bang, the gunman behind fired, but in his attempt to dodge the chair, his aim went wide, and the bullet flew off to some unknown place.

“With the Four Great Immortal Sects wielding such influence, their spies must be everywhere. So many extraordinary geniuses arriving in our world at once—they can’t possibly be oblivious to it,” Xiao Yue answered.

Xiao Yue turned his head and saw several young cultivators in white robes staring at him, scrutinizing his every move.

“In that case!” With difficulty, he turned his left hand, and a Green Spirit Fruit appeared. Since he’d started resisting the gravity just moments ago, Tie Muyun’s inner energy had been completely depleted. One could only imagine how hard it had been.

Wang Zongjie gave orders to find a spot by the mountains and water, with one group standing guard while the other set up camp for the night, to rest and prepare for battle the next day.

“Yes! As long as you have the ability to obtain it, everything will belong to you!” Xiao Pang’s grandfather declared.

Meanwhile, Mu Qingyan saw Chen Ying make a move against Pei Donglai and immediately cried out in alarm to stop her.

The two of them arrived at Ren Congming’s armory and chose a long spear from among fifty or sixty weapons, feeling fairly satisfied with their choice. Carrying the spear, they returned with Da Zhu and Ding Li to the post house, while Ren Congming hurried off to the prince’s quarters to see to his duties.

After brushing her teeth, she sniffed herself and found she reeked of alcohol… and blood? What on earth! She shook her head. Did she eat something strange last night?

When they finally broke free and emerged outside, they found themselves surrounded by a vast, endless expanse of yellow earth. They had no idea where they were, and even the mountain-like piles of meteorites had mysteriously vanished.

Gu Lanshan wanted nothing more than to turn and leave, but she did not seem to have lost her sister, Gu En’en. She clenched her fists tightly, refusing to meet Han Chengchi’s eyes, waiting for him to speak.

“Three flowers, three blooms—it couldn’t possibly be chrysanthemums, could it? Hahaha.” Ren Zhenyang joked with the old man, feeling close enough to tease him.

She gave the order to Cat Winter with her voice, not telepathy, but her sudden command was enough for Cat Winter to understand her meaning. He immediately leaped from the high wall, transforming into a long robotic cat, bounding away as he still struggled to adapt to walking upright.

Let him raise her, spoil her, cherish her, love her deeply—never allowing her to leave his side.

“It’s nothing,” Helian Heya smiled, unwilling to waste words on such meaningless questions.

The battlefront in the Demon Deity Realm sent regular reports to the Supreme Sage. Ji maintained his remarkable patience and optimism while locked in a protracted standoff with the Emperor of the Five Elements. He continued his steady, relentless encroachment, fully aware that high-level duels could never be rushed.

Suddenly, a scream startled Yi Da, who was still looking around in confusion. It whipped its head around, swung its branches to deflect several flying saw blades, and at the same time, spotted A Jin—still in tree demon form—hiding below.

Uncle Huo understood at once and conjured a rusty, battered sword from the Ten Directions Ring, tossing it casually into the ground.

The economic development of Yuyu Village was a testament to the effective governance of the Yuquan County Party Committee and government, and the quality of their achievements would often determine the rise or fall of local officials.