Volume 1, Chapter 32: Grandfather Breaks His Leg, Teaching a Lesson to the Idle Brother

The next day.

Not long after Jiang Yuan returned from her morning run, her grandparents headed out. Sitting alone at home, Jiang Yuan felt restless and bored, but fortunately, Lu Xiuyi was there to keep her company.

After lunch, Jiang Yuan intended to finish the farm work, but before she could even step out, someone arrived at her door.

"Jiang Yuan, you must hurry! Your grandfather has fallen and broken his leg!" the visitor gasped, breathless and frantic.

"Debts must be repaid, and blood must be paid for with blood! Since you are the senior sister of Miss Situ, we will spare your life, but these others must die!" declared the Sage of Red Dust.

Although he had ultimately saved Li Ziming, it was not his original intention to do so. Yet, Li Ziming accepted the favor and held onto that gratitude.

Li Changsheng inwardly mocked the words of the monk Fahui, while Huo Zhenfang and Zhu Er’an finally let out a sigh of relief. They preferred to avoid a fight, as neither of them felt confident in standing against the Qianzhong Sect.

Beitiao’s complexion shifted from green to black; his face resembled a bowl of spoiled medicinal broth. If it weren't for the tall, brawny teacher standing right there, he would have likely clenched his fists and lunged at Chitanda.

Bennett crashed heavily onto a skeleton soldier. Having let go of his spear, he gripped his steel shield tightly with his left hand, blocking the rusted iron swords that rained down upon him.

Ling Tian looked at the vomiting Wen Yi. Seeing the cold, chilling gaze directed at him, an uncontrollable fear welled up in Wen Yi’s heart. He abruptly turned and fled frantically; he understood now that he had no chance of victory left.

The warm, soft light from the porch lamp spilled over the flowers and plants in the garden, which were blooming defiantly and brilliantly out of season. Draped in a veil of light, they looked stunningly beautiful, evoking a unique sense of warmth.

The room was littered with corpses and slick with blood, yet the Imperial Guards remained fearless, charging into the room in an endless wave.

As they walked a short distance away, Li Xuan and Vivian heard a voice that sounded rather arrogant.

Xu Rou found herself involuntarily conjuring up various excuses for her father, until she finally found herself blushing at the absurdity of it all.

Blinded by the harsh glare of the high-intensity lamps, Li Shou cursed under his breath and immediately retaliated in kind. "I installed these million-watt floodlights specifically to blind you bunch of uncivilized animals."

She held a deep affection for Li An, but if it hadn't come to this point, if it hadn't been an absolute last resort—she truly had no feelings for Ouyang Zhenghua. She didn't want Li An to get dragged into this mess because of what Ouyang Zhenghua had done to her.

Only by achieving sanctity in both body and spirit can one attain eternity. No wonder those great beings all have dharma manifestations between their brows; it turns out that is the result of soul cultivation. It seems it is all the fault of those selfish beings for not passing down the methods for spirit refinement.

The town streets were littered with the bodies of British colonial troops and auxiliary forces. Dejected British prisoners were being led away, and the ground was strewn with discarded firearms, ammunition, clothing, money, and supplies the British were unable to carry as they fled.

When Elder He asked, Li An pondered for a moment before deciding to tell the truth. After all, Elder He had made a good impression on him, and since the old man already knew some of his affairs, there was no need to hide this from him.

Leina held her head high with a haughty air, her voice clear and resonant. Now, other than Yuan Ying, everyone else in her eyes was nothing but trash.

Seeing the comments from netizens on Weibo, Wang Xiaotian knew his plan to freeze Li An out had succeeded. Before long, everyone on the internet would forget the name Li An.

Li An had turned the tide single-handedly. Faced with the suppression of all the game developers present, he had not shrunk away in fear; instead, he had slapped the faces of almost every one of them. This event made everyone at the conference realize the terrifying potential of Li An.

The strange thing was that there was no water here at all. The fish merely rose and fell slightly, showing no signs of dying of thirst.