Chapter 42: Live Well

Sheng Yukun's eyes brimmed with tears. The once majestic marquis had never been so humble. "Taoist Changxuan, I beg you, you must save my daughter! She still has a bright future ahead of her!"

Lu Changxuan said to Sheng Yukun, "My master has already briefed me on the general situation, and I have already figured out a countermeasure on my way here."

He raised his finger and pointed at Bai Linghuan, who was lying on the ground sobbing. His eyes were filled with disgust and hatred as he gritted his teeth and said, "Bring her and follow me!"

"There are many things I can hardly explain, and there are many things I cannot explain. However, as long as you cultivate, you will definitely reap countless benefits." The voice sounded somewhat anxious, or perhaps helpless, but every single word and tone was brimming with strength, as if it were entirely trustworthy.

My heart skipped a beat, and I was suddenly overcome by an incomparable wave of anguish, as though I had been struck by a meteorite. I stood there blankly, my eyes utterly vacant, completely losing my wits.

The giant sword transformed into a flaming sword once more. With a single point, the flaming sword shot forward, piercing straight into the bloodworm, which resembled a soft piece of jelly.

Although Shen Lian appreciated Professor Hu's kind intentions, doing this would undoubtedly draw hatred and enemies for Shen Lian. Such a counterproductive method was certainly not to Shen Lian's liking.

Meanwhile, Yue Hang sat anxiously in his office, listening to the incessant commotion outside as he paced back and forth in agitation.

Lin Xiangtian looked at Luomei, who seemed somewhat different from usual, and heard her suddenly say, "They... seem to be smiling." Lin Xiangtian was momentarily stunned, wondering what the world truly looked like through her eyes.

Yamaguchi Seiichiro raised his hand, intending to slap Yamaguchi Naiko, but his hand was blocked by Shen Lian before it could land. Shen Lian stared coldly at Yamaguchi Seiichiro and spoke.

Long after the arrow was loosed, a golden trail lingered in the air, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

Min Chenhui said in frustration, "It seems this strike of mine had no effect at all! No, I must kill one of them!" Brandishing his staff, he launched another attack forward, targeting the same mid-stage opponent from before. "Take this smash! My 'Splitting the Azure Sea'!" This was his sole cosmos-grade staff technique, though in Xiao Ying's current view, it was a counterfeit and shoddy product.

Despite everyone's earnest dissuasion, Sun Dayong had no choice but to personally lead more than a dozen guards to ensure Lin Jue's safety. However, on the battlefield, anything could happen; blades and arrows were blind, and no one could guarantee Lin Jue's absolute safety.

Tianyi dressed her in her pajamas, tucked her in, and then settled in himself, holding her close against his chest as they drifted peacefully into sleep.

Upon arriving in Jiangzhou, An Yu woke up as well. This sleep felt as though it had lasted a millennium; while she slept, the events of the past flashed before her eyes like a movie.

He had always been steady and composed, maintaining his expression even if Mount Tai were to collapse before him, but at this very moment, he almost lost control of his emotions.

Song Zixuan's phone call came right on schedule. Yang Ming paused his work, answered the call, and asked, "Hello? Are we heading over this early?" Yang Ming's mind was consumed by the Phoenix Marrow Fruit, and the first thing that crossed his mind when he answered was that he hadn't finished his own matters yet, that it was still early, and that celebratory banquets like birthday feasts were mostly held in the afternoon.

Chen Bin followed his instructions to find Deng Wuqi and Deng Zeng, and on the way there, he informed the uncle and nephew of the reason Ling Shidong was looking for them.

A bridge suddenly appeared ahead. This was the Yinjia浜 Bridge on Sunqiao Road. None of them had been here before, so they were completely unfamiliar with the terrain in this area.

Bound by circumstances, Feng Yao was in no position to act rashly. Once hostilities broke out, the White Tiger Clan might face the crisis of another war.

With no other choice, while Yang Ming was deep in thought, Wen Sisi and Liao Yushi had already carried down their two suitcases.

After gathering all this information, Hua Lang and his party headed toward the Xiao residence. It was a sprawling estate. Once Hua Lang and the others announced their names, the servants promptly welcomed them into the living room. Although the Xiao family were Jurchens, their interior furnishings were classical and antique, bearing a strong flavor and custom of the Han people.