Chapter 106: Unwavering Composure

Jin Fangqing was a clever person; otherwise, he wouldn’t have married the so-called false young lady from a scholarly family despite his humble beginnings. When it came to social niceties, he was meticulous, always wearing a gentle smile regardless of whom he faced, never carrying an air of sternness.

Jin Yuan, however, did not inherit this trait at all; his cold indifference was evident to everyone. Yuan Lan leaned forward, her body weakened by illness, forced to bend over or else she could hardly move.

“You’ve really gone through a lot, waiting here all this way,” she said. After all, elders don’t just demand favors; they also learn to help the younger generation find excuses.

“Brother Lin, how are Xu Xiaowen and Ye Tong?” Chen Dong took the lead in asking, addressing Zhang Lin now as Brother Lin.

Qingge had heard some murmurs about this law. To be honest, she was quite disdainful of it. If it were true, wouldn’t Princess Daning be unable to marry? After all, who ambitious would want to cling to a powerless title, unable to realize their grand aspirations?

More and more demons launched attacks on various forces across the Western Continent, but surprisingly, these factions had set aside their past grievances and united to resist the demonic invasion.

“Master, I’m scared. Can you take me with you?” She grasped Luo Cheny’s hands tightly, loosening and tightening them repeatedly, never letting go, her clear eyes full of stubborn resolve, unwilling to give up.

“It’s nothing, nothing. I drive home prepared for any sudden call to duty,” Shen Yun quickly waved his hand and smiled upon hearing this.

Thinking of my family, of my dear classmates, my heart aches with a myriad of painful emotions.

The surroundings were lush with greenery, fertile plains stretching wide, and a clear river flowing through—a scene that truly evoked the feeling of a hidden paradise.

The rebels had left the military camp days ago, plundering several border villages in succession. Yesterday, they reached the human realm’s frontier and joined forces with the remnants of the Licheng faction, aiming to overthrow Murong Jingyi’s still somewhat unstable rule.

At this moment, at the entrance of a vast mountain valley, numerous young soul masters gathered. Among them were men and women alike. Judging from their auras, most possessed the power of the “Concentration Realm.”

Faced with the sudden shadow of a palm strike, the three assassins in black robes showed no trace of contempt, nor did they choose to block it outright.

“But perhaps photons only exist within visible light; maybe they are a special kind of microscopic particle,” another trans-dimensional mage questioned.

This dagger, if he wasn’t mistaken, required the support of a dragon pearl to attain the level of a sacred artifact.

Adam purchased a batch of instruments through the magic network for cultivating clone genes, then instructed the alchemical automaton to slightly modify the laboratory, creating a separate room to house the ether cultivation dishes.

If she could have stayed in Luolong, she wouldn’t have nearly starved on the streets or been deceived into the forest.

Those words truly came from the heart because Chen Yong’s excitement and gratitude were genuine when he heard them. To have his seemingly futile efforts acknowledged brought an indescribable joy to his heart.

Clad in bulky civilian clothes, the common folk traveled in small groups, rarely alone. They hurried past the streetsides, their suspicious eyes and constantly moving lips spilling fear and complaints as they went.

A cold, grim smile tugged at the corner of Orange Thorn’s mouth. She slightly tilted her head back, letting the water from the shower spray wash over her face, cleansing her expression in that moment.

Already a top-tier lieutenant general in combat strength, coupled with the ability to foresee the future through her Observation Haki.

Upon receiving orders, Bai Luojun’s trusted aides dragged the two individuals from the ground and threw them into the mountain ravine behind the hill, leaving them to their fate.

Within, Zhang Qian sensed many familiar energy patterns—those were the extinguished supreme energies from the Source of the Five Greats.