Chapter 127: A True Man Sets His Sights on the Wider World

The Wen brothers emerged from the study and returned together to Wen Yueze’s room.

"Brother, are you truly not planning to request a transfer back to the capital?" Wen Yueche asked, sitting across from him.

"Of course I am certain. Did you think I was merely speaking out of temper to our father just now?"

Wen Yueze had calmed down by then. Although the mere mention of his father’s partiality infuriated him, he was never one to act on impulse or let emotions dictate his decisions.

...

Mu Tian stopped paying attention to the blockhead in front of him. Just as he opened the pages of ancient memories, preparing to recount that earth-shattering battle, he heard a voice call out, "Big Brother."

He was far too quiet. Ever since meeting Ye Liuhen, this was the first time Ruo Wuxin had displayed such an unusual demeanor.

The group of male colleagues all stared at me in unison, their eyes filled with nothing but adoration and longing for the swan.

"Go find the person you called sister-in-law. But you’d best stop using that title in the future, or someone might lose their temper with you," Li Rui said with a sly chuckle, turning to head upstairs.

Ye Qingcheng surveyed her surroundings, only then realizing with a jolt that this was not the road back to the hotel.

The eight-eyed man plummeted rapidly. His massive, crescent-shaped blade, trailing streaks of crimson fire, slashed down, turning the ground into a sea of flames.

I gritted my teeth and let out a cold scoff. Damn it, all men have their eyes on the bowl while looking at the pot—is there ever an exception? Even if they didn't tell me, I could have guessed.

Did it exist or not? Helian Heya couldn't be bothered to investigate further; in the end, this was not something she could know just because she wanted to. If she were a spy for Beiyan, uncovering this truth would undoubtedly be an act of self-destruction.

As for me, my face turned deathly pale in an instant, the hair on my arms standing on end. I dared not move another inch.

"Dad, look at how you spoil Mom!" Lu Fengfan chimed in, making the situation even more chaotic for his father, who was trapped between his beloved wife and his son, not knowing which way to turn.

This heavy blow thoroughly terrified the Japanese leadership. They hurriedly adjusted their strategic direction, shifting from the "Northern Expansion Plan" to the "Southern Expansion Plan," setting their sights on Southeast Asia and coveting the British and American colonies.

"Hmm... and that’s done. I’ve prepared enough for one battle. Next, I should maintain the gunblade." Fei skillfully packed the box and began to disassemble the weapon in her hands.

In legends on Earth, the story of Taiyi Zhenren had been circulating for over ten thousand years, so his master, Taiyi Zhenren, must have also consumed the immortal fruit. At such an advanced age, it was highly probable that he, like Dizhuang Zhenren, was already a supreme immortal—right?

The collapsed bed, the ripped-off door, and the cracked floor and ceiling—all of it assaulted his vision.

"Just how famous am I, exactly?" Jiang Ming asked, his mouth twitching. Even he was becoming curious about the answer.

For these past three years, Father had rarely left Mother’s side, remaining by her constantly.

Fortunately, various beliefs still supported him from within. Although he was deeply frustrated at that moment, it did not hinder his movements. Just as he was about to fall into the Azure Dragon’s massive maw, he swung his heavy sword, using its immense weight to propel his body downward. He landed on the ground, brushing past the dragon’s lower teeth in a moment of extreme peril.

In the distance, the armor beneath the second turret of the battleship Dunkerque visibly bulged, followed by a violent explosion; the ship broke in two and rapidly sank into the sea.

Liu Feng did not answer immediately, pausing in surprise. Was the armored man actually here to save Bailiande?

Wu Yi stared for a long while before saying, "My Lord, the envoy from Liu Bei arrived yesterday. He is anxious to have an audience with you..." Wu Yi did not understand the purpose of these trees and flowerbeds, nor did he grasp the point of the "greening" Liu Zhang kept talking about; as far as he could see, it was nothing special.