Volume 1, Chapter 43: The Dead

Disappointment was hard to conceal in Mu Yao’s eyes. No matter how much stamina Gu Nanxiao had, he could not bear to remain slumped over the girl forever. With a slight exertion of his right arm, he lay down beside her. Mu Yao turned on her side to look at him, her bright eyes filled with nothing but his reflection.

“Why did you come here?”

“I’ve taken leave, the school is closed, and I’ve asked Wang Rui to look after Nanqing at home…”

“Mu Yao, I’m asking you, why did you want to come?”

“Your aunt isn’t trying to discourage you; she’s just telling the truth,” Luo Yefei added, delivering another blow nonchalantly.

Father Yang, however, was too anxious to sit still. He complained and nagged day and night. In his view, everyone was fleeing for their lives; if they couldn’t buy good supplies in the capital, what high-quality goods would be left for them in the major cities along the way?

Fortunately, it was only a minor dislocation and some abrasions. Gu Xuewu had just breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Duan Yujie looking at her with reddened eyes.

Hearing the inquiry from an old friend beside him, he found it difficult to answer, so he could only maintain a stiff smile and remain silent.

The Goddess of the Valley Rain spoke with a hint of a warning, her formidable spiritual aura erupting and imposing immense pressure on Luo Qinglan’s group.

“Is there still no news from Jinjiang City, Songren City, Helai City, or the Weishan Temple?” Rain Qiuping asked helplessly, gazing out at the vast, white snow and the pristine snowy plains hidden within it.

Wesley, in a fit of rage, swung a chair and smashed the television. A puff of white smoke rose, and the smell of burnt circuits filled the space.

Madam Yang Zhong glanced at Yang Xizhi. Would her husband try to persuade or stop Madam He and the old matriarch? That was simply impossible.

Who was this man with long green hair, a slightly rugged appearance, and a tall, sturdy frame that could not hide his inherent arrogance?

“Of course I’ll do it. Your man is back, so how could I let you handle these things!” Xu Yi took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and headed to the kitchen to get to work without another word.

“Don’t worry, with me here, everything will be fine.” Chen Yi naturally did not hesitate and agreed immediately.

“It shouldn’t take too long, at most a day or two.” God Ye gave an approximate timeframe. Chen Yi calculated in his heart that a day or two was manageable. To avoid any trouble with the Wood Source later, he decided to refine it right there.

Su Ni was completely unaware of all this. He already sensed a feeling of crisis, and since the power of the Immortal Pill could not be improved for the time being, he threw himself into cultivating the Silver Pill.

A loud shout rang out again. The figure of the Chaos Tree suddenly appeared, propping up the sky, while its roots plunged directly into the soil of the Immortal Realm.

No one was more surprised than the bearded man, Lin Ao. He discovered that this weapon forging was unusually smooth. After the Spirit-Melting Blood Grease melted, the two primary materials—ice and fire—actually began to dissolve as well. As time passed, the three began to intertwine and showed signs of merging.

Compared to Zhao Xingkong, his strength was boundless; he was the most outstanding disciple of the old Zhao family.

Her jade-white skin was covered in kiss marks and bruises, some spots even turning purple. Gong Luosi sat there blankly, unable to process what had happened for a long time.

As Zhang Tianqian listened to Ruan Xizhi’s soft words of persuasion, his heart felt as if it were drinking honey. Although she was telling him not to make things difficult for Lu Yicong, every word was clearly spoken for his own good. Especially her remark, “He will eventually meet his own retribution,” made Zhang Tianqian truly believe that Xizhi also saw Lu Yicong as a scoundrel.

“What? That’s impossible!” Hong Tian, in disbelief, sank his consciousness into the mark on his arm, trying to communicate with the outside world to teleport, but he found that his intent felt like a stone sinking into the ocean, yielding no information at all.

“Feng Che, remember, you are not an ordinary person now. In school, endure what you can and don’t act rashly, do you understand?” After the meal, Chen Yi dropped the siblings off at school and gave them a special warning before parting ways.

Lin Wawa was not frightened by their sudden appearance, but rather by Crown Prince Yunheng, who was covered in blood and on the verge of death, and Qingmei, who was also covered in wounds and barely better off than the prince, yet still struggling to appear before Lin Wawa.

“I will give you one chance. I want to hear the truth.” His expression remained unchanged, making it impossible for anyone to discern his joy or anger.

Sounds resembling the wails of evil spirits emanated from the black light permeating the surroundings.

Legal principles have nothing to do with human sentiment, whether in the realm of the living or the dead. The courts of the living won’t acquit you of murder just because you’ve done many good deeds, and the underworld is the same. Scattering the souls of ghosts about to report for judgment is no different from murder. The only difference is the nature of the punishment in the underworld; it merely shortens one’s lifespan or increases one’s karmic debt.

Hearing this, it was clear that Consort Wan truly liked it. Wang Zhi nodded in agreement, feeling both happy for Shen Ci and suddenly struck by a sense of impending, fleeting loss.

Mo Mo’s face turned pale; she seemed to harbor fear regarding that incident, and her body began to tremble slightly.

Returning to the Luo residence, Qian Yulu felt very comfortable. In truth, she hadn’t spent much time at the Luo residence; compared to her ten-thousand-year lifespan, this place was nothing, yet for some reason, Qian Yulu felt that this was her home.

Wang Zhi was put off by her distraction. Feeling that the weather was truly a bit cold, his nose tickled, and he couldn’t control a loud sneeze.

In the second dream sequence, Crown Prince Kang felt an intense demonic aura. He was standing outside a cave, hesitating over whether or not to enter. But looking around, it seemed that entering the cave was the only path forward. He hadn’t yet realized he was in a dream, and his reasoning remained relatively intact.

Hearing the noise, Long Tai searched the surroundings and saw an old man with gray hair and beard, wearing rags and a tattered straw hat, slowly standing up from behind a collapsed frame.

They were the only two left of the Senju clan. Senju Hashirama secretly swore in his heart that he would protect his only younger brother well.

Regarding the shares, Lan Haoyue remained relentless. Lan Sanye and Liu Sinian had warned them repeatedly that they could only gain a foothold in the cross-district area under Long Tai’s protection; based on their own abilities, they would eventually be swallowed up by others.

Ning Hao grew a pair of energy wings on his back, scooped up Zhou Yuqin, pushed off with his legs, and soared into the sky, flying toward the Ethereal Peak.

“These past few years haven’t been simple; newcomers are popping up everywhere. It’s better to put in more effort!” Huang Mingyang said this inexplicably, not knowing whether he was speaking to himself or to Tie Changchuan, or perhaps both.

Ordinary employees would receive double wages, and seeing truckload after truckload of New Year goods arriving at the factory, everyone knew these were the holiday distributions.

He really hadn’t expected that Zhang Xing, who had a fiancée as beautiful as Tang Guo, would have such peculiar tastes and be so uninhibited with several wealthy women. He truly was a ruthless man.

Previously, she had heard others say that this song was Shen Hao’s specialty, and she had thought it was a joke among the crowd; only now did she realize it was true.