Chapter 64: Wonderful! Mingfan Has an Heir!

Shen Xuening hurried forward. Approaching Wen Ni, she whispered, “Wen Ni, are you out of your mind? Do you know what occasion this is today?”

“I know,” Wen Ni replied. “Today is your day to bask in glory, but for me, it’s just another ordinary Sunday. Now, move aside.”

She gave Shen Xuening a light push.

“What exactly happened? Tell me in detail!” At that moment, Pu Xun, too preoccupied to consider his own emotions or offer comfort, pressed for answers without preamble.

Zhang Hongfan let out a furious roar. The strange blade in his hand suddenly emitted a shrill screech, its several-meter-long edge twisting like a venomous serpent as it hurtled toward Wu Jie.

By virtue of his cultivator’s keen senses, Xiao Moyu could barely sense what was happening within three meters around him. At that very instant, he felt a murderous intent rushing straight for him.

The next morning, Claudia attended the royal council and informed the kingdom’s high ministers of the attack on the Storm Shield and the mysterious disappearance of King Varian. Though the ministers had already harbored suspicions, they were nevertheless thrown into an uproar.

Looking up at his master, he found the same undisguisable shock in the latter’s eyes. Words failed to capture the unfathomable scene before them, so they remained silent, suppressing the overwhelming tide of emotions stirring within as they watched everything unfold.

Gu Wanqing missed her second shot. Because of the grenade, the Japanese soldiers were darting for cover, and her bullet found only empty space.

“That’s right, as if driven by fate! Even I can’t explain why I drifted in that direction—it was as if a voice whispered in my ear, telling me to do so.” At this point, a flicker of dread appeared between Mu Shuixin’s brows.

When Yiyi met Nightglow’s parents, she was noticeably excited, but Liu Chiyan had already instructed her in the office not to reveal her relationship with Nightglow or act too intimately in front of his parents.

Gazing at the sacrificial cave behind him and the sand-swallowed Loulan people around, Xiao Moyu felt a flash of ruthlessness surge within. With a thought, he sent his Jade Purity avatar quietly several kilometers away to the ritual plaza, secretly observing the mutated holy light within the sacrificial cave.

The video clip showed Fan Qingwen’s speech at the conference, and it more or less dispelled the doubts lingering in everyone’s hearts.

A bitter smile crept onto Li Shengji’s face as he lowered his head and let out a soft sigh, his voice filled with helplessness and resignation.

What could she possibly discuss with Yan San? That was indeed a question Marian needed to ponder seriously.

June sixth—half a month later in the game—still left plenty of time, but with the heads of all Yun Dian sects gathering at the Wuhua Tower in Dali City, the event was grand indeed. Players from all Yun Dian factions were sure to know, and once word spread, the entire player base would be informed.

This was a level of honor he had never experienced in modern times; since arriving in this era, it was the first time he had been so highly regarded. He believed this was only the beginning.

The only option left was to draw the Ming reinforcements to join them and coordinate their efforts inside and out—only then was there any hope of success.

But now, such thoughts seemed entirely out of reach. Their only chance against Lin Yu was to unite the strength of all the prisoners on the court. With that decision, they resolved to band together.

Yet reality was as it was: when the “Owl King” sensed his spiritual projection’s alien presence in the void, a shudder truly ran through him.

Fan Tong, upon hearing this, logged onto the internet and recharged his phone credit, keeping his head down as he busied himself.

From that moment on, his consciousness gradually grew stronger. The strangest thing was, he knew none of the cultivation techniques—he simply absorbed the essence of sun and moon day and night. Gradually, a dantian formed within him, then an inner elixir, then a nascent soul, and so, inexplicably, he embarked upon the path of cultivation.