Chapter 50

Sima Youyue and the others were trailing behind. Seeing the situation turn critical, they immediately pulled out thunder balls and hurled them forward.

Such a domineering child—perhaps following her would truly reveal a vastly different world.

She rarely showed such vulnerability in front of him. Even when she was previously injured to that extent, she remained stubbornly proud in his presence—a stubbornness that used to infuriate him.

Although Fang Xiu was still unwilling, seeing that Fang Ping'an was about to lose his temper, she finally, with utmost reluctance, offered an apology to Zhou Yunmei.

Sima Youyue calculated inwardly; it seemed Di Wu’s timing in coming here was no mere coincidence.

Zhou Yunmei, anticipating her return to the countryside, happily submitted to Xu He’s orders and busied herself enthusiastically, being bossed around by Xu He all the while.

Anyway, she could no longer manage Fang Xiu’s affairs, but Fang Pingying held fast to one bottom line: she would never let Fang Xiu go near her place again. Thus, no matter how Fang Xiu and Xu He mixed together, it could not affect her.

"I told the steward back then that if we didn't return for several years, this Sima estate would belong to them. I wonder what it's like here now," Sima Youyue said.

Upon entering the hall, the various Immortal Monarchs of the Eastern Immortal Emperor’s Manor felt as if they were sitting on pins and needles. Though they could not sense any aura belonging to supreme experts from True-Right Demigods and the others, they felt a majesty identical to standing before the Eastern Emperor himself—returned to simplicity, entirely restrained within.

"I need to take this call. Excuse me," Tang Jifeng said inddenly, gracefully stepping aside and walking off with his phone.

That cry of "Brother Qisheng" was not only sweet-sounding but also dragged out with an alluring, pity-evoking tenderness, making all the hairs on Ye Qianli’s body stand up in an instant.

Unafraid of ghosts, lavish with money, and choosing to follow her all along—Cang Sheng frowned, utterly unable to sort out these complex relationships in his mind.

A few dozen meters away stood a building, with several cars parked at its entrance. That was the cemetery sales department.

"Please, please! When you refine spiritual tools for me later, carve inscriptions on all of them," Ye Qianli added.

In the morning, the boss’s frosty expression upon arriving at the office had already set the gossipy colleagues whispering among themselves.

Up on the podium, Dai Piaopiao gnashed her teeth as she stared at the empty doorway, her eyes ablaze with fury.

The ten members of the Dragon Team moved at high speed across the Bashu city walls, hoping to reach the side of the Military Sage before the Sea Worm clan launched an all-out war.

If she weren't paying attention and sat down right on it, she would probably have to take off her pants just to separate herself from the stool.

He did not want to be recognized while blazing a trail through a wild Boss area, as that would only cause panic and chaos. In truth, the most important reason was that Ling Yun wanted to play the pig to eat the tiger.

A young cultivator descended on his flying sword, walked over to inspect the bonfire, and reached out to test the residual heat. Then, he stood up and swept his gaze across the cultivators present, finally letting his eyes linger on the Third Elder and Ling Ao.

Every day, Old Madam Chu rushed to pick out a bride for Chu Huaixian. Once the new bride crossed the threshold, even if the Second Madam didn't retire on the spot, at least half of the household authority had to be handed over. Having a strained relationship with the Second Master, the Second Madam felt a chill in her heart.

Holding her Buddhist prayer beads, Subhuti cast a spell to prop up Lord Laozi's Eight Trigrams Furnace. She also wanted to say something that would infuriate Lord Laozi, so as to throw his footing into complete disorder.

She lost count of how many corridors she traversed and how many flower-adorned ceremonial gates she stepped through. Her undecorated cloth shoes landed noiselessly and dustlessly on the intricately carved bluestone slabs.

Perhaps, in the eyes of Buddhist disciples, form is emptiness; thus, all the dazzling prosperity of the world is merely passing smoke. Instead, only this barren desert possesses a more genuine essence. And that Bodhi tree grew with utmost serenity in this vast expanse.

After wiping away her tears outside, she felt as though the tears would never end. What she did not know was that Qin San inside the room—such a big man—was also crying, frantically wiping away his tears in fear of being seen, feeling just as much that they would never stop.

"Bastard! Who the hell caused this?" the head of the Lei family demanded, grabbing the steward by the collar with a furious glare.

Ye Feng desperately wanted to tell Sejuani that Avarosa had also joined the alliance with Ionia, but considering the unknown consequences he might face if he spoke out, he chose to keep it to himself for the time being.

What was said hit dead center on what Tripitaka saw and thought. He had a premonition that the way Wukong and those two otherworldly beings looked at him held a greedy and piercing glint.

"It's not a matter of what so-and-so wants, but rather what Fellow Daoist Lingyin desires, isn't it?" Guibao asked with a smiling counter-question.

Suddenly, the straw rope in a farmer's hand snapped. That brave mother hen violently broke free from its restraint, fluttered its wings and flew up, while letting out a few squawks as a declaration of freedom.

She thought to herself that the young master was more handsome than before, and seemed even more mature and steady, exuding an increasingly masculine charm. Being able to exchange a few words with the young master was already a deeply joyful thing; the other maidservants would probably die of envy.

What do you mean by marrying so well? Isn't he just a genuine seventh-rank military official, the Defense Commissioner of Huangzhou, commanding thousands of troops? Who cares about such things?

"Fellow Daoist Gui, this young master indeed came here specifically to see you. Regarding this 'generous gift' surrounding us, how do you think we should return the courtesy?" There was not the slightest trace of anger upon seeing his enemy on the young master's face; instead, his expression was utterly ordinary, carrying even a faint smile, which deeply astonished Guibao.

Some words could have been said on numerous occasions, yet one always thought of saving them for later. When the time came to finally speak them, the opportunity was already gone.

Hearing this, Taishang Laojun could not help letting out a cold hoot, saying, "The Heavenly Lord possesses boundless spiritual cultivation and divine powers; naturally, the three of us would not dare to do battle with the Heavenly Lord again." With that, divine light flashed around all three of them, and they vanished without a trace.