MTL - Descent of the Phoenix - Chapter 92 Stormy 8

The young man of the Qin Residence, Qin Qing, suffered a brutal betrayal by his beloved, his Martial Soul was consumed.Yet, by a twist of fate, his Soul Palace was rebuilt, and the Dragon Soul awoke within him.From then on, the young Qin Qing stepped out of Tianjue City, Sky Stepping the proud sons of heavens and defying fate, he overpowered his contemporaries, ascending to the pinnacle of Martial Arts one step at a time.

When Lu Ming’s biological father and stepmother came looking for him, he didn’t feel happy or excited.

A long time ago, Lu Ming’s father, Lu Yaohua, abandoned his wife and son and married his lover.

For 18 years, Lu Ming had not seen his father, even when his mother passed away.

Now, Lu Ming’s father came looking for him because his half-brother was sick and needed a kidney transplant. The first thing his father and stepmother said to him was that they wanted a kidney from him.

“We are a family. You’re his older brother. It’s your responsibility to save your little brother. If you can help Ze, we’ll give you 10 million yuan,” offered Lu Yaohua.

“A human can survive with one kidney, right? How can you not save your brother when he’s dying? You’re just like your useless mom!” scolded the stepmother.

“Heck! I would never have agreed to dad spending the 10 million if the donor center has a suitable kidney for me!” cursed the younger brother.

[Option 1: Agree to the request. Reward: A halo for enduring humiliation.

Option 2: Decline the request. Reward: 51% of the shares of Wanke Real Estate—one the top 500 listed companies in the country.]

Lu Ming stared coldly at the three visitors and scoffed.

“I don’t have a brother like you, or a family. Get lost!”

Lee Se-Hoon, the blacksmith of humanity’s last desperate united force, fought against the demons until the very end. However, the result was mutual destruction, with the world coming to an end. The moment he took his own life over that futile conclusion—

“…What is this?”

He had regressed to his days as a candidate at the hero training institution, Babel Academy. Having obtained a second chance, he swore to use anything as material to gain victory this time. Anything at all!

When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadows began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallow his saliva. Hunger was the best spur.