Chapter Thirty-Seven: Pushed Down the Mountain

After a moment, Xiaojun reached a conclusion: this beautiful sister was a good person! She was beautiful, and her smile was even more lovely, her eyes shining brightly. She was nothing like the people who used to bully him; those people were ugly, and their eyes were filled with nothing but filth.

Xiaojun sighed. "A while ago, he took me to the city to get medicine for my mom and, while he was at it, to get me a check-up. At the time, I was a bit confused. I was confused because I didn't understand why I needed a check-up."

"Who exactly are you, and has your memory returned?" Murong Moqing stared into Hao Tianming’s eyes, as if trying to see right through him.

It was precisely because news of him reaching the sixth stage had leaked that the Li family became anxious, leading to their subsequent trip to Longzhou to retrieve Feng Li.

"He is a very gifted child." Although Danzo Shimura was somewhat sinister, he was not so deranged as to harm his own biological son.

"Yes, we welcome merchants from all nations to invest in Konoha. We also welcome common people to come and settle in Konoha," Yo Shimura said with a smile.

"Can you tell me what really happened back then?" Qin Feng sipped his tea and said indifferently. He knew his tone might displease Zhao Yuncheng, but their relationship as grandfather and grandson was thin, and they were merely discussing matters. In that case, since strength commanded respect, there was no need for him to be overly concerned.

"Why is this happening? Why do I feel such a heartache?" A member of the audience wiped a damp corner of their eye.

"Soul Domain Technique?" Mu Tian had obtained the method of soul refinement, but he didn't yet know how to apply it once the soul became strong. Hearing that there were Soul Domain Techniques, he certainly wouldn't say no. Besides, since his master had brought it out, it must be suitable for him; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was tailored just for him.

From that moment on, he became a lone wolf, fighting against fate all by himself. And later—later, even he died.

Minato Namikaze could be considered one of Yo Shimura’s own; naturally, when choosing a confidant, one had to select their own people.

Qiu Zhuqing nodded, her hands forming seals in rapid succession. Light danced between her fingers as she prepared a sealing spell. The others launched their attacks; Song Qingyi, Lin Feiyu, and Wang Jinglong each directed their flying swords to shred the guardian deity, while Song Mingting unleashed his Azure Tide Sword Qi.

"You still dare to lie to me?!" Xiao Zhuo applied a slight pressure, and the sharp blade carved a bloody line across Sun Maoxing’s thick, fleshy neck.

Seeing his gaze grow increasingly burning, Xia Pu shrank her neck. She was practically fuming; no matter where they were, this man could always think of such messy things. It was truly enough to make one die of anger.

Lu Jingbei clearly felt that Ye Chujie’s mood was off, though he didn't know where he had offended this ancestor again.

"My parents used their life savings to pay off his debts, and my dream of college went up in smoke. I had no choice but to come to the city to work and help ease the burden on my parents."

After calming down, she carefully observed the swapped bracelet in her hand, her gaze sharper than an X-ray.

The old man was anxious, but Ye Chujie was even more so. In her past life, this courtyard house had been snatched up by Si Jie.

Ye Wu really wanted to know which brain-dead person had actually come up with such a method.

Ming Hua’s rare absence from Han Lei’s side made people like Mu Hongzhuo, who were unaware of the truth, curious. However, they did not ask, simply assuming the other party had likely stayed at the hotel.

Back then, it was precisely because of his father’s sudden death that he was delayed, preventing him from returning to the city and leaving him stuck in this remote, backward village.

Ye Xuanfeng struck back without reservation; there was no need to give face to such an ungrateful wretch.

A crimson aura was released. It surged toward Xiao Fei like a banner of fresh blood, filled with a malevolent glow and containing the power of the Blood River from the Underworld. The stench of rot within it was enough to make one retch.