Volume One, Chapter 63: I Do Not Approve of Your Relationship!

“Girl, you’re finally back!”
“Have you forgotten where your home is?” As Su Le lowered her head to sip her tea, a hearty laugh rang out from upstairs.
She turned around and saw a tall, handsome middle-aged man in a traditional Chinese suit descending the stairs.
“Dad, listen to you! If you supported my career, I’d be at home with you every day.”
“But you always oppose me!”
“To avoid straining our father-daughter relationship, I just live elsewhere.”
Upon seeing her father, Song Hongyan hurried forward.
“Hmph, it’s been years and I still don’t see any sign of success in your career...”

A sudden chill struck his heart. Before he could move, he sensed the layer of spatial solidification around him abruptly intensify. A familiar force flawlessly merged into the solidified space, raising its stability by several levels.
For now, he could only wait for Gaia and Alaya to awaken before he’d have a chance to uncover the truth. Otherwise, if things continued like this... Su Yuan quietly checked on the others through the soul network. With so many taboos in this place, while everyone was suppressing the enemy, they themselves were also being suppressed.
No matter what they looked at, all they could see was a starry sky, and within it, a full, magnificent, and eternal moon—serene, vast, unchanged since time immemorial, as if the heavens and earth would never fade.
As Yakushi Dou withdrew and Rasa moved farther away from the battleground, the further Rasa’s chakra signal drifted, the weaker the pressure on Chiyo and Kankuro from Gold Sand became.
The space he occupied seemed to have been isolated. To leave, he would have to shatter it. And to break such a space—what unimaginable power would that take?
“Still denying it? I told you to kill them, but you drove them away instead. Don’t think I can’t see through you. The wounds on your body are all a ruse.” Guanyue Xuedai leaned in, her words biting.
Chang Fei was deeply satisfied with the outcome of the attack. After a single bombardment, he estimated that ninety-nine percent of the rebels within range had met their maker without a hint of pain.

Su Yuan set a cup of tea on the stone table before his guest, his expression complex. Earlier, he had sensed someone—someone of considerable power—calling out his true name. He had assumed it was a being from the Celestial Sky Realm who’d somehow obtained it, but to his surprise, it was a familiar face.
Despite her thoughts, she still followed Yunduo’s wishes and closed the door.
It was fortunate these people had fainted from fright earlier. Had they remained conscious, the transformation alone would have provoked countless screams and prayers.
Luo Qingyue stood calmly, arms crossed, so at ease that everyone present was shaken.
Xuan Yuan Tianyue was briefly at a loss for words at Yi Nanxun’s retort. His brows rose as he studied Yi Nanxun’s expression, his own smile deepening. “Nanxun seems rather dissatisfied with me.” The more aggrieved the enemy, the greater his defeat—so the prince felt a secret delight.
The Thunder Immortal Beast struggled, but as the Great Sage left behind the shadow of the Golden Armored Ape God, his true form soared at it. In midair, the vital energy of the six Sages poured into the youth, and with the power of all seven, he struck the beast’s massive jaws with a single punch.
The chaos at the scene lasted no more than two or three minutes before the ever-composed Uncle Sheng swiftly restored order.
Even now, she still believed this might be Luo Qingyue’s scheme—a calculated attempt to frighten her.
Thus, she forgot everything that had happened since arriving here, all she knew of this world.
“Very well, I’ll inform Her Majesty. But if the Queen is displeased and chooses to punish you, there’s nothing I can do.” Jinghe spoke, casting He Yi a peculiar glance.
“You... who are you...” Song Jiang finally understood; it wasn’t that his signal jammer had failed, but that the other side had deliberately sabotaged it.
“It seems, my lord, you have your own reasons. I spoke out of turn,” Zheng He said with a bitter smile.
As for Unit 3, it used an unmodified standard engine, rated at 500 kilometers per second, with moderate torque—a balance between speed and output.
Such cruelty! Though he didn’t want to believe it, Ling Qi couldn’t help but connect this incident to his near-death experience on Mount Guanling days before.
No wonder this man dared challenge Youkuang. With such a trump card and strength, he truly had no fear of one who had once slain a first-rank demon beast.

So many of the evil dragon clan had been slain. Those of divine rank or higher were revived by Ye Fan; the rest, of lesser ranks, were handled by the twelve ancient shamans, who were especially adept at this task.
Though the Blood Spirit was unique, it was still a type of spirit beast. All the disciples of Beast Taming Mountain at the mortal level were itching for a chance to fight Wu Feng—more precisely, to fight his Blood Swallow, for Wu Feng had become their chosen rival.
Merit? Why would a businessman talk of such intangible things instead of silver? Old Zhang truly couldn’t grasp it, but given the other’s much higher status—perhaps due to some prior promise to the authorities—he decided not to dwell on it.
Still, doubts aside, Lin Jianfeng dared not ask further. He simply nodded respectfully. “Understood, my lord. I’ll go gather news outside.” With that, he bowed to Feng Nixing, opened the secret room, and left.
They weren’t afraid of being scolded by Old Medicine Master; what they feared most was his total disregard. That spelled true hopelessness.
“I guessed. I’ve seen this symptom before,” Ling Qi pursed his lips, unable to think of another excuse, and lied brazenly.
Ye Ling and Tianxiang suddenly realized: they weren’t fighting a Nascent Soul stage stone monster clone, but contending with the entire vein of the earth itself—no wonder it was so difficult.
Wu Fei spun around and shouted at Qiao Hu, “Fine, I’ll oblige you! Let’s show them the wrath of the heavens—the operation’s code name will be Heaven’s Retribution.”
But as the matter was so ancient, only the elders of the two clans would know the details. Who was right or wrong, no one could say. After all, it takes two to quarrel.
Luo Jia vomited violently, and after a while, he felt a little better—or rather, he had nothing left to throw up.
At that moment, Ding Kui darted around Miao Qu from the side, sword flashing as he charged straight for the Tang family guards, abandoning Miao Qu to attack their weaker defenders.