Chapter 53: That Was the Apple of Di Yunshen’s Eye

“Last night.” Su Qingli frowned. “Last night... but that was New Year's Eve.” It should have been a day for family reunion, yet on this night, Di Tingxiao lost the person closest to him.

On the first day of the new year, the whole family fell into collective silence.

“Yun...”

“What? Rescued!” In the Purple Sky Palace, Wu Fengzi sat in the seat of honor. Upon hearing the report from his returning disciples, he slammed the table in fury and sprang to his feet.

He lowered his gaze to his wound—before, it had been as big as a fist, with crimson blood pouring out, but now it was fully healed, not even a trace of a scab remained; there was no sign at all that he’d ever been hurt.

Cui Feng rolled on the ground, his fists clenched tight. It felt as if countless carnivorous insects had nested in his skull, gnawing at his nerves and brain.

The true energy, perfectly aimed, struck the bald man’s right leg. He howled miserably and fell to the ground.

The noise gradually subsided. At that moment, the mass of demonic energy parted, revealing the pale face of a young man. Dressed lightly, his complexion was bloodless. A strip of flesh hung from the corner of his mouth, which he kept wiping away with a white handkerchief.

“What’s going on?” At the same time, a portly, well-dressed middle-aged man approached. Judging by his silk garments, he clearly wasn’t from an ordinary family.

After opening Yang Zishu’s storage pouch, Cui Feng also found many practical items. He sighed—if these things were revealed, they would surely trigger a bloody struggle.

In those three endlessly long days, all the hope that had sustained Xiao Menglou was shattered in an instant. The blow nearly pushed him over the edge, yet, paradoxically, a sense of relief settled in his heart, as if the crisis haunting him had finally surfaced.

Shi Yi gazed at Fei Liangyan’s handsome profile, his earnest expression, recalling his unconcealed concern just moments before. Her heart was a tangled mess of emotions—sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, all at once.

“Darling, you’re pregnant! You’re pregnant! Hahaha!” Peter hurriedly took the pregnancy test from Liu Lingshan’s hand, so excited he was about to jump for joy.

Yi Qiu also sensed a trace of danger and was about to dodge away, but the Sea Demon Emperor suddenly appeared right in front of him.

The sound, sometimes like a blacksmith hammering iron—clang, clang, clang—sometimes like a chorus of firecrackers—snap, crackle, pop—so many noises melded together that it was impossible to count them. In the silent night, they could be heard for miles around.

The Battle Emperor’s sacred soul appeared instantly, like a god of war standing in midair. His powerful soul force surged like a tide toward the Purple Cloud Thunder Leopard, who struggled desperately to resist.

Shen Yu was assigned to a guest room in the rear courtyard. After settling Shen Yu in, Qin Bufan hurried out; he needed to arrange a few matters before tending to his wounds.

As Pei Feng was being massaged, the butter smeared over his body slowly seeped into his pores, penetrating even into his flesh.

If there were no experts of equal rank within the family, the strongest member should personally receive the guest, to show proper respect and give no cause for complaint. This was the custom in every world.

“A mighty dragon can’t suppress a local snake. You may be formidable elsewhere, but here, we make the rules. These cars are nice—let’s hope you can part with them.” Another young man, emboldened by their numbers, spoke up.

Takeda Seiji knew Shinoda Kengyo very well, so he’d already fabricated a story in advance. Once he told it, Shinoda Kengyo was finally at ease.