Chapter 32: Jiang Wencheng Also Returns to the Capital

The rift between Father Yan and the elder of the Li family was never truly bridged, yet it yielded the result Yan Chaonian had desired. The following day, Li Chun and Li Xia arrived at the Garrison Manor accompanied by Li Changji and Li Changxiang. Having asserted his stance the previous day and firmly suppressed the dissent of his wife and two daughters-in-law, the Li brothers arrived unburdened by family politics. Mother Yan, acting as the interim head of the Brocade Workshop, explained the upcoming tasks to the brothers, a subject she and her daughter frequently discussed.

Young Master Xie, standing below the stage, burst into mocking laughter, taunting Su Chen for being a spineless coward. Fearing that Su Chen’s youth might lead him to act impulsively out of anger, Red Falcon struck first, launching an attack against Xie Shiyi’s magical arts.

As Shen Changqing walked down the street, he exchanged nods or brief greetings with those he recognized.

"Indeed. It is just unclear which tribe these people belong to," Chen Ming remarked, carefully studying the banners they held aloft. To his regret, he could not match them to any tribe in his memory.

Clad in a sharp suit and wearing glasses, Tony Stark stood before his supercomputer with a grave expression.

Xu Xi’s gaze drifted toward the Elite Warrior zone, where those awaiting the assessment stood—people just like them. Ye Zixin and her sister, along with the Wang brothers, were particularly conspicuous in the front row.

The Green Wolf Demon Venerable possessed a profound understanding of Liu Qingqing; only the Black Tiger Demon Saint could suppress her elusive sword-wielding arts, otherwise, the demon race would be left in a state of perpetual defense.

Kara was a Kryptonian hidden among the ordinary people of the present world, the second of only two survivors of her kind in the entire universe. Her true name was Kara Zor-El.

His current physical prowess was entirely a product of the system interface. How could he share his experience? Was he to tell every athlete that he possessed a panel capable of altering his physical attributes?

Refusing to retreat, Ye Zixin stood her ground, clutching a spirit talisman between her fingers and gazing at the sky with a somber expression.

Alice suddenly activated a holographic projection. In the room ahead of Xi Nian, blue phantoms shifted and intertwined, playing a news report.

Although the human and demon races had been sworn enemies for generations, even the rulers of the demon realm now turned a blind eye to the smuggling trade between them; it had become an unspoken reality that proved impossible to stop.

Compared to other methods of producing arsenic, their technique was simple and required neither time nor effort, leaving Jin Yun largely unimpressed.

It seemed the reproductive capacity of the Savage Earthworms was formidable indeed. The Blood Crow Desert ought to be renamed; it should be called the Savage Earthworm Desert instead.

"Do not fear. I happen to have a Gathering Stone here. I can return him to you!" A playful smile appeared on Liang Ying’s face as she retrieved a cyan stone from her storage ring and aimed it at Beitian.

Having received their answer, the two men immediately abandoned Wang Tingting, rushed to the door, and spotted several large boxes on the shelf. They carried the boxes back into the living room with the air of victors, sat down triumphantly across from Wang Tingting, and began tearing into the packages.

Yan Feiying’s gaze deepened. Looking at me, he said with a grave expression, "The method the Old Fisherman spoke of is, in fact, no method at all."

Lei Qing’er left a good impression on him, and he considered her a friend. Even if she weren't, the fact that she had been abducted right before his eyes was a direct affront to his abilities—a slight that Beishan could not tolerate.

"The ones you truly need to worry about are those geniuses who have stepped into the Origin Core realm." She then shared what she knew with Ling Fei.

Zou Dui followed the old man through massive corridors and past grand halls. Before he knew it, a brilliant, treasure-laden aura washed over him, and a golden palace rose before his eyes. The palace stood a hundred feet tall, with twin dragon statues crouching before its entrance.

Haohao looked at Xiang Dong, speechless; he couldn't help but feel that Uncle Xiang Dong’s words carried a hint of schadenfreude.

Ye Qing could only pray that the shark would not discover the eight celebrities, for the yacht, having only just started, would never outpace the shark to reach them in time.