Chapter 37: A Dilemma Between Loyalty and Filial Piety

Even if Gu Yu had a thousand or ten thousand excuses, loyalty and filial piety are difficult to balance; from the perspective of her family, Ji Sisi could never approve of such a man. Yet, at the same time, she could not bring herself to blame a soldier. But Gu Yu had home leave every year; could he not have taken more care to investigate things after returning? Was he truly unaware of the character of his grandmother and his second and third uncles? If not for her arrival, in that book, Gu Yu would have met his end.

However, this intensity of purple arc lightning could not cause Chen Teng any harm at all. He channeled the Nine-Turn Profound Art to its fullest, golden radiance shimmering across his skin to repel all the lightning.

The assassin’s eyes glinted with cold malice; he slammed on the brakes, brought the vehicle to a stop on the side of the road, and slipped into the woods as well.

At this critical juncture, Ji Wuming, who had been fiddling with a bamboo dragonfly, suddenly began to whimper.

He had casually mentioned for Xingxi to look after the upcoming visitors from the Summer’s End Friendship Society, yet simultaneously issued an order for Xingxi to kill Qianmo, who had been clearly established as an ally.

"Rest here for the night; you can return tomorrow. There is no need to risk venturing deeper into the forest," Li Bai said.

Upon hearing this, Li Feng was startled at first, then nodded hurriedly. Not daring to delay, he ran to catch up.

The system remained silent. Chu Tian knew it had merely triggered a mission. Resigned, he composed himself and stepped outside.

Even if the Cangwu Academy faced any other martial arts institution alone, they would have a fighting chance; however, if the others joined forces against them, the outcome would be inevitable: certain defeat.

Zheng Meimei also noticed that Chen Teng was uninjured, so she breathed a sigh of relief, a radiant smile appearing on her lovely face as she spoke.

Hearing this voice, everyone shuddered instinctively. Compared to the icy flow of the river below, the voice of this person seemed to carry an even deeper chill.

With billions of divine senses working in unison, and after spending a thousand years of virtual time, Li Yu finally digested and absorbed all the collected Dao rhymes, integrating them into his own system.

"Well, about that..." Mo Qi paused, wearing an inscrutable expression, while inwardly thinking, "You're asking me? How the hell should I know?"

"So, it still doesn't work? I have no choice but to give up." Tatsumi looked up at the sky, tears streaming down his face, his eyes filled with helplessness and despair.

In truth, one could not blame Huo Ling for being afraid. In such a dark place, combined with such a long fall, death seemed like a certainty. But what was most terrifying was not the act of dying itself, but the overwhelming sense of loneliness before the end.

This was not hard to understand. If you had someone by your side who could trigger a tsunami or summon a weight capable of crushing an entire city at any moment, you wouldn't want them wandering the streets at will. Clearly, the power of Alisa and Phoenix was a bit too exaggerated for an era where combat was primarily hand-to-hand.

Now, only about thirty thousand remained, and with the forty thousand troops under Yan Shao's command, there were roughly seventy thousand in total.

If it were only Zhao Linbao, it would be one thing; the two were of the same generation, and their relationship was superficial enough that a nod would suffice to acknowledge the acquaintance. But these two uncles of his were clearly elders of a higher generation, especially since they were from the Zhao family, one of the Five Great Clans. Therefore, Li Chenfeng had to show the proper respect.

"It must be her, it must be her!" Fang Yu's face was twisted with fury, appearing almost demented.

"You smell of a corpse, even worse than our own kind. Ugerlo does not like you," Ugerlo said to Linda.

Raven wiped away her tears and ran happily to Li Yu's side, wrapping her arms around his.

What Xin Zhiyan said afterward, Shangguan Feng did not know. At first, she could see Xin Zhiyan’s lips moving, but as time passed, her consciousness gradually blurred.