Chapter 34: Confession! Visitors from the Shen Family!

Farming My Way to Immortality in the Cultivation World The Cat That Forgets Sorrow 1289 words 2026-04-13 11:02:48

Everyone followed Steward Chen to the spirit fields led by the disciple to investigate the situation. Shen Qinghe walked silently at the very end of the group, her expression now calm and composed, a stark contrast to her earlier frenzy.

Li Mumei deliberately slowed her pace. With a mocking smile at her lips, she lowered her voice and said, “Shen Qinghe, do you really think bringing Uncle Chen here will turn things around?”

She cast a scornful glance at the crowd ahead. “I’d like to see what happens when the truth comes out.”

Zhang Xiao and Lu Ziqiao sat at an outdoor table, scrolling through Weibo while discussing the specifics of their upcoming livestream.

“Ah, what a pity about my outfit—I’ve barely worn it,” Mocha complained, patting the dust off her clothes.

At that moment, all eyes turned in their direction. Many members of the Ouyang family looked resentful; it was these very people’s withdrawal of investments that had nearly brought the Ouyang family to ruin, yet today they still had the nerve to show up.

With Jiang Dongliu’s current third-rate KTV singing skills, registering as a professional through regular channels was impossible in the short term.

Li Hua mostly just listened throughout, knowing that as long as she and the family martial arts hall were there, her family wouldn’t go hungry. A little more or less land wasn’t a matter of life and death.

Jiang Dongliu smiled and nodded, cradling his guitar as he leaned forward to meet everyone’s gaze.

Furthermore, Young Master Pan bestowed upon Liu Feifei a powerful buff for spellcasters called ‘Mana Infusion,’ which increased both the casting speed and potency of spells by 20 percent.

Previously, Qin Tian and Lin Jian had also tracked a wolf together, but it was later confirmed that the mutated giant wolf was not the one they sought.

“This time, it’s thanks to your help that Bao Xi was rescued. On behalf of everyone in the fortress, I salute you,” Jones said, deeply moved and grateful for Bao Xi’s safe return. He was especially appreciative when he saw Shi Yi again.

Shangguan Feibai looked at Tianba, recalling that time in the military camp when Tianba, knowing Zuo Xiangling would be in trouble, wrote words on his own leg as a warning.

The three elders of the Mu family channeled their soul power into the Zunyuan Pearl above the island. Vital energy began to surge, and one by one, abodes filled with dense spiritual aura gradually appeared within the island.

“Naruto, are you there? Naruto!” Shikamaru knocked gently on my apartment door.

I pulled out a scroll and tossed it to Shizune. “Sister Shizune, sealed inside this scroll is the head of the rogue ninja Aoilvqianlan. I just stored it by ordinary means—you should have no trouble undoing it.” Shizune accepted the scroll with a nod.

This move was probably designed to complement his archery—keeping distance is crucial for ranged combat, so he must have worked hard on his movement technique. Otherwise, before you could even loose a few volleys, the enemy would have closed the gap. What use is ranged combat then?

“They are commanders under the Four Immortal Emperors. Not wanting to disturb the Emperors as they sealed the demon beast, I had no choice but to knock them out,” Long Yun explained.

Seeing that Mu Hao’s bronzed skin was now flawless and unscathed, a strange light flickered in Dina’s eyes.

“Yes, sir!” responded a young man in his early twenties behind Zabuza with a loud voice.

The other soldiers, seeing even the company commander retreat, dared not advance either and fell back in succession.

No more words were needed—Fang Qi suddenly understood, and he also realized why Yu Mengdie had acted so strangely just now. He slowly turned around, his eyes brimming with tears as he trudged toward the stone pagoda, each step unbearably heavy, his silent tears falling.

Long Yi could understand how Prince Sharkstar and the other two princes felt; anyone made a scapegoat would be aggrieved.

Old Deng, much like a skinny mongrel, valued his pride above all else. If he wanted to see me, he’d surely send someone as a go-between. For him to come in person—there was definitely something suspicious going on.