Chapter Sixty: Acts of Gratitude

"I am naturally here to repay a kindness."

Mother Ma felt grateful to the Second Young Madam—no, Eldest Miss Xiao for her support. "How is your young miss doing? Would it be convenient for you to take me to see her?"

"Mother Ma, are you planning to..."

"Rest assured, Second Young Madam... no, the Eldest Miss has been a benefactor to my entire family. I am not someone who repays kindness with enmity; I have important matters to discuss with her."

"Very well, follow me."

Nanny Zhou watched as Molan led the beggar woman inside.

Supreme Elder rarely revealed the regal aura of a sovereign; on ordinary days, he was as kind and benevolent as an elderly neighbor. However, the moment he intentionally let out his aura, even Shaoyan and the Sword Sovereign Zhujian could no longer endure the overwhelming pressure he emanated.

She had never been so clever before; why had she suddenly grown so smart today? To actually shift the request of staying at the castle onto them—though it was indeed their request, it would leave Huo Xuetong with a terribly poor impression.

"What to do? What to do? We're doomed! Is this going to be the end of my foolish life, plagued by an extreme lack of quality sleep?" Ah Xin struggled with an ashen face, instinctively hurling the jar of gin in his hand straight toward Pella's mouth.

"You could say that. Someone close by has been flirting and making eyes with the Bamboo Union Boys, and I believe Angel's incident is related to him," Long Kun said ambiguously.

As the Demon Mother floated rapidly upward, the wailing corpses used their own flesh and blood to support the extension of the staircase all the way up to the enclosed wall of flesh overhead, where the piled corpses slowly and automatically parted to reveal a circular tunnel leading straight outside.

Seeing the disdain filling the ministers' eyes, Xiang Long figured these fellows must think he was far too young to be qualified for the position of honorary teacher.

With a loud crash, the large monster not far away collapsed heavily onto the ground. The billowing dust partially obstructed everyone's vision.

Hearing this, the crowd froze for a moment, unable to come up with any better plan. Besides, as long as they weren't forced to face the fighting ring directly, anything was fine.

"Think nothing of it! Didn't you say it yourself, friends should help each other," Long Sheng smiled slightly.

Even if everyone claimed they did not believe in physiognomy and divination, Quan Shengnan's experiences in his past life told him that officials believed in it above all else.

"If you want me to help you, you at least have to tell me the reason. I have no desire to be kept in the dark," Lin Fan said, shrugging his shoulders.

It seemed that He Yan'er did not play Honor of Kings, so she completely missed the implication of Mo Ruchun and Li Junhao going to rent a hotel room.

"Archery positions one and two, prepare to attack! Archery position three, take defensive measures," the Minotaur Kui Luo gave the command.

Holding the person in his arms, he sped swiftly through the air, vaulting over walls and courtyards to enter the estate. Seeing those cheeks flushed like rosy clouds from his earlier rashness and lips full of rich color, he yielded to temptation and pressed forward again. As he stripped away the garments, he mocked himself inwardly for being so impatient.

Xiao Qingfeng felt a flash of light sweep past, slowly turning his head to look at Li Muchen. Catching Li Muchen's smile, a sudden ominous premonition welled up within him, and he immediately ordered his subordinates to attack Li Muchen.

Qiao Xinyue had just recovered her wits and before she could make a move, Li Junhao grabbed her other hand and gave a sharp tug, pulling her right out of Yuan Ge's embrace.

As soon as he stepped inside, Ning Cheng—Ning's father, who had deliberately sent someone out to intercept her—was sitting on the sofa, wearing reading glasses and leisurely reading the newspaper.

She had heard many tales about Sima Jin: his valor and skill in battle, his undefeated record, his merciless Buddha-like facade, and a physical robustness that set him apart from the entire Sima imperial family.

Mo Kaiyang knelt respectfully opposite Chen Zheng, feeling somewhat nervous. Not even the time when an ancient ancestor had accidentally strayed into the Mo Village territory and fallen out of the sky had made him this nervous.

As a mother-in-law, making her wear She Yufen's old clothes was already humiliating enough; how could she possibly have the thick skin to take the initiative and ask Mei Zhijun for anything?

Seeing that Yuan Fang had offered no other reaction aside from asking if he was in pain, Ji Chongchuan inwardly cursed her for being cold-hearted. He launched a sudden, catch-him-off-guard attack, while his own defensive countermeasure was still nowhere in sight.

That energy, compressed to its absolute limit like a suddenly rebounding spring, generated a massive shockwave. The sheer force instantly vaporized every living thing within a radius of dozens of zhang around Han Xiao and Zhao Wuwei. Countless translucent, water-like ripples suddenly bloomed across the void.

Bai Fengchen slung his long sword across his back, fists raised to engage in hand-to-hand combat with Xuan Ye and the others, making for an extremely bloody scene.

Following that, his profound strength had broken through the bottleneck of the Profound Sovereign overnight, reaching the supreme realm that everyone in the Profound Sky Continent dreamed of—the Profound Monarch realm.

Zhao Zuting squatted by the pool, watching the spiritual spring slowly submerge Mi Wugu's meditative body. He seemed a bit impatient, yet he had no desire to enter the pool himself. Among all the extras in the class, he seemed to be the one who loved bathing the most.

A heaven-shaking sword beam descended from the vault of heaven, splitting the sky in two, and crashed down upon the black flood dragon amidst rolling thunder.

With a loud roar, the tiger demon was sent flying backward. It slammed into the ground twice, causing the earth to shake violently, and after rolling for some distance, it collapsed onto the ground, vomiting a large quantity of blood mixed with fragments of lung tissue.

Mi Wugu flashed forward, blocking the apex of the light. He spread his arms wide, and a portal swung wide open, allowing the light to stream directly into it.

In the blink of an eye, night fell and stars filled the sky. He stopped to rest atop his camel. As the cold wind howled, he wrapped himself tightly in his old blanket and poured the very last drop of liquor into his mouth in exchange for a fleeting trace of warmth.

"I happened to be just outside the school, and when I got your call, I rushed right over!" Li Bochuan rubbed his nose and said.

A very long time ago, Mo Zi'an, who had appeared under the persona of the seeker of the Overlord, had once promised him a favor: to create a world that belonged entirely to her. In the end, the request he put forward was for a world resembling Dragon Ball.

Li Xie arrived first at the dining hall. Taking advantage of Cao Ying's absence, Li Xie pulled Huang Yu aside to talk about the Ministry of Justice.

Thus it could be said that young children always possessed boundless imagination, which was truly enviable, because adults all knew that childhood sweethearts could never triumph over the trope of the sudden arrival.

Curious as to why he had conjured up something resembling an inflatable doll, Chen Fan quietly awaited the Firefly Bee's explanation.

Witnessing a phenomenon so utterly defiant of natural laws, not only Li维庆 (Li Weiqing) who was present at the scene, but also many big shots in the surveillance room were utterly astonished, gradually coming to harbor a belief in the game's actual, tangible existence.

Zhang Luo wanted to turn on the light, but the bulb seemed to have burned out from an overload; fortunately, there was a desk lamp by the bedside. Li Qingdai was still lying beside him, and he reached out to stroke his mother's pale face with a pang of heartache. Based on what he had seen and heard in his dream, he could roughly deduce how this nightmare had been tormenting his mother.