Chapter 40: Biological Parents

Xie Jinyu and Ye Changzheng were husband and wife, and as such, they owed each other honesty. Xie Jinyu did not want Ye Changzheng to treat those blood-sucking locusts from the Xie family as her kin should they ever come looking for her.

The Xies were not her family. They were her enemies.

"When my birth mother was weakened by labor, the Xie family swapped me with their own daughter." Had it not been for the final flashes of her life passing before her eyes in her dying moments, Xie Jinyu would never have known why she...

The Eastern King Father stood facing east, his back to the west, with a thousand-foot giant dragon formed of purple mist looming behind him, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

Suddenly, Ye Ming plunged into the fray, his sword thrusting toward the man from the Han family. This abrupt intervention threw the man into a panic, forcing him to dodge repeatedly.

Emperor Xihe had no intention of playing games with Consort Miao. Why couldn't they just speak plainly instead of dancing around the subject?

Zhao Ni’s brow furrowed tightly. Listening to Xinyi, it was not hard to guess that this was likely the work of Qu Shitang.

Zhuo Ling did not answer. After waiting for a while and hearing no further sound from Zhuo Ya, she assumed her sister had left. She kept watch by the pool, and seeing Xue Lin’s body slowly recovering, a faint smile graced her lips.

Zhou Ze suddenly recalled that the old Taoist who had pursued Old Xu had a golden bat embroidered on his robes.

Even now, occupying the strategic advantage of Mount Buzhou, he still could not bridge the gap between a Quasi-Saint and a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Harsh whispers drifted past his ears. Rejected twice, Zhuo Qiang lost all face, his complexion turning the color of a pig’s liver.

He thought of how he had already betrayed his sect. Setting aside the fact that the reclusive and stern True Lord Xuankong would never impart his techniques to him again, it was a miracle that the True Lord had not come to cause him trouble after all these years. How could he possibly dare to step foot back into his former sect?

Only Chu Chen remained cheerful, looking as though he had complete confidence in himself.

Below, the Nagas saw the defensive power of the Undead Tower falter, and under the command of a four-armed leader, they launched an attack as dense as a rainstorm.

"What have you got rolled up in there?" Liang Shuo was in an excellent mood, and because of this, he noticed Consort Xue sitting in the lower seat. Seeing a rare, satisfied look on her face, he asked with curiosity.

Su Yan felt a tightening in her chest and a faint chill creep up her spine. He instinctively stepped back, looking at her with astonishment.

Although Xiahou Dun was a fierce warrior and a clan general deeply trusted by Cao Cao, Cao Cao had endured many such blows before. During the first Battle of Wancheng, he had lost his meticulously raised eldest son, Cao Ang, and his most trusted general, Dian Wei. Yet, in the end, didn't Cao Cao leave Zhang Xiu be?

This exhaustion did not stem from the wedding ceremonies and greeting guests the day before, but from being drugged by Wanyan Changle before the wedding, which had left him hollowed out by seven encounters in a single night.

"Let me handle it," Shen Fei said. "These creatures were so desperate to get away from this thing that they ran themselves to death. Our instruments have detected signs of life within it. Moreover, there is a far more powerful life force sleeping deep inside."

Ye Yu was about to speak, but no sooner had he uttered the word "you" than the yellow-faced man swung his arm and attacked again.

She would wait until she had cleared the Yang family’s name, until she could let Jie’er stand before the world with his head held high, proud of his surname once more, rather than cowering behind a maid at the sight of a stranger.

It seemed that she shouldn't just leave the goblins to mining. If utilized correctly and given some support, their future utility would far exceed that of mere brutes like magical beasts.

Outside the Nether Cave, the Nether Daoist, having condensed the Nether True Seed and elevated his cultivation to the mid-stage of the Dao Venerable realm, thanked Wu Yan with sincere, heartfelt words.