Volume 1, Chapter 53: A Mother's Strength Knows No Bounds

Seeing his mother, Zhi'er looked as though he had caught sight of a lifeline, and cried out in panic.
"Mother, Mother..."
Huan'er also looked at Shen Nanyue.
"Mother, Huan'er didn't see you when I woke up today."
Watching Zhi'er's terrified expression, Meng Wan bit her lower lip hard, her hands clenched into fists with her fingernails almost digging into her palms. The pain kept her mind clear.
Li Shuzhen looked at Lan Qiao'er, then at Rong Qian, and seeing the calm expression between Rong Qian's brows, she felt somewhat relieved.
Mo Zun slowly squatted down in front of her. Her hands covered her entire face, leaving him unable even to wipe away her tears.
A waterfall poured down from the pot-shaped cliff into the pool below, splashing water droplets into the air where the mist caught the sunlight, forming a magnificent rainbow.
"Since you asked me to hand her over to you, I naturally need to know some of the circumstances! Furthermore, she is my alumna; no matter what, I cannot just stand by and ignore this! So, Qingche, answer me! What on earth are you looking for her for?" Xue Gao's tone grew heavier, and his eyes became much sharper.
Fish zithers materialized in their hands. As they strummed the instruments, arrows of water were plucked into existence, shooting straight toward Guo'er.
Since Yuan Yan had already guessed this much, Lin Jiashuo saw no reason to hide it further. "Chichen is indeed not the biological son of Wei Xu, but I have no idea who his real father is either. That shouldn't make any difference, should it?" She could not understand why Yuan Yan was in such a rush to ask about this matter.
"Gan Mingcong! Have you lost your mind? How dare you show disrespect to your elders!" Wei Changhong, the eldest legitimate son of Wei Qi, roared with a pale face.
"That's good then, you won't need to do any other chores." Guo'er patted Shan Chenxing's head and left.
The praise of a dignified and supreme sovereign was not something an ordinary person could easily bear. Regardless of whether Sovereign Ziwei's words were true or false, Jiang Yumeng's future was undoubtedly affirmed.
Zhuo Tian did not understand the reason, but he could only follow Lin Qingyue's instructions and draw the Asking Heaven Sword. At that moment, Lin Qingyue also produced a shimmering azure longsword. Holding their swords in accordance with Lin Qingyue's directions, the two danced their blades together. Zhuo Tian was instantly astonished.
Li Yi let out a soft internal sigh—this was the sorrow of lacking strength. You never knew what tomorrow might bring; without strength, you had no capital to cope with, and your very life and death rested entirely in the hands of others.
The three of them gathered some eggs, and Rui continued to carry Luo Li on his back in search of the snorting beasts. Xiu repeatedly offered to carry Luo Li instead, but before Luo Li could express her preference, Rui flatly refused him.
After his loud shout, Tian Yecao unleashed a rapid succession of kicks at Xing Yue. Yet no matter how fiercely he kicked, Xing Yue kept his eyes tightly shut, showing not the slightest sign of waking up.
Zhuo Tian's eyebrows twitched. Once he deduced that the old man was none other than the Southern Madman, he had been waiting precisely for these words.
However, the only reply he received was the sound of light snoring. Yan Bing turned her head, feeling both exasperated and amused. He could fall asleep even while standing? She lifted his body and gently laid him on the bed, tucked the blanket over him, and then stepped outside to gather information.
The Four Evils, who had just successfully attained human form, seemed to have suffered a devastating blow straight through their souls! After a few agonizing shrieks, the dark shadows receded, and the physical forms they relied upon dissolved into thin air.
Yan Ya gently patted her back, offering a few words of comfort, but in the end could only shake his head with a bitter sigh.
It was not that they had been unaware; they had simply been momentarily blinded. Finally, they understood why Xing Chu had kept his grip fixed on Wang Xiancong's head all this while—he had been controlling Wang Xiancong the entire time to prevent his soul from escaping. And to think they had actually been pleading on Wang Xiancong's behalf, nearly causing a catastrophic disaster.
"Indeed, Li Yi possesses the Vermilion Bird Token. By practicing dual cultivation with Yu'er, not only can he resolve the hidden dangers in Yu'er's condition, but he can also advance both of their realms even further," Feng Fei-yang nodded, his face beaming with a smile.
What was even stranger was that not many reporters swarmed around He Fang to attack him. Instead, they simply followed along snapping pictures, as if their sole intention was to gather angles for fabricating sensational gossip.