Chapter 63

A simple sentence, one that he hadn’t meant much by, yet to the middle-aged man and the few members of the Wang family, it was the greatest mockery they could imagine. What unsettled Lu Fan, however, was that everyone had vanished—including the old monk who had just been speaking to him. After all, Lu Yuan had crossed to the Eastern Isles with the cultivation of the Profound Enlightenment stage, wiping out the entire Matsushita family, yet had not violated the unspoken rules between land-bound immortals.

“Of course, I know it’s just talk. I still want to leave this place alive,” Liang Yu said with a laugh, unable to help herself when she saw the tense look on Beast Spirit’s face.

Back then, to win his beloved’s heart, he had spent much effort. But with the war raging, he was either preoccupied with state affairs or leading troops at the front; their moments alone were fleeting and rare.

The man in white smiled faintly, gave a slight bow, and then transformed into a streak of rainbow light, vanishing into the distance.

So the days passed. With only one day left until the start of the medical exchange conference, Lu Yuan finally boarded the plane to Lingnan.

He had always considered himself wise and far-seeing, never missing a thing, yet he never imagined that his entire life up to now had been manipulated by his senior brother—and he hadn’t noticed at all. In the end, he had brought such enormous trouble down on Fang Chen.

As soon as he spoke, Stephen Strange instantly became the focus of attention at this Illuminati meeting.

Lu Fan was surprised to discover that, ever since he spoke that sentence, the gazes of the surrounding Evolvers toward him had changed.

After a quick wash and a change into clean clothes, I finally walked energetically into the living room.

“Is there even a need to ask? We all saw with our own eyes—the child’s fate has turned back again,” Arenas said.

What kind of being was the faceless ghost king to be sealed by a temporal array? Doesn’t this suggest just how terrifying the faceless ghost king truly is?

“Aren’t you going to make a move? Brother Nian, if you don’t act today, I’ll report your bribery and brothel visits to the city’s ecclesiastical office tomorrow—even without this fellow. You’ll be punished all the same! Brother Zhong, your peculiar tastes will be exposed for all to see!” Morrow shouted.

Outside the north gate of Langfang City, Howling Sky returned to the main army in disgrace. Deputy Corps Commander Wang Shuang saw his troubled expression but didn’t ask further. After all, judging by the wounded soldiers returning in dribs and drabs, Howling Sky had clearly suffered a crushing defeat.

“It’s beautiful!” His eyes gleamed red, and he swallowed hard, like a famished wolf gazing at a delicious lamb.

The two of them were overjoyed, clinging tightly to each other. Who would choose death if they could live? Even the lowest ant clings to life, how much more so the young, with their whole lives ahead of them.

“So, as long as we spread the news of the Golden Cicada’s appearance, there’s no need for us to act—Sishan will be overwhelmed by the flood of cultivators,” Gao Jinen said excitedly.

“Yes, I remember when we first saw the building, we begged President Wu three times to no avail! Later, President Wu suddenly changed his mind himself, and that’s how this building came to be,” Qian Yunfeng interjected, sighing in reminiscence.

“There’s a vast wellspring of life in the Golden Cicada’s body, but as for granting immortality, I believe it’s far from sufficient. Perhaps my cultivation is lacking, and I cannot discern the true secret within,” Wen Zhong sighed deeply.

Jun Qingyao’s face darkened, though the mask concealed it—his tone, however, betrayed all his emotion.

Yesterday, she waited all day for Ning Xiao, but he never appeared. Disheartened, she thought his talk of an explanation was nothing but perfunctory words.

“These aren’t matters for you to dwell on. I think you’d best consider your own situation first. But perhaps you don’t even need to do that—just let yourself drift with the current,” Ning Mengling said.

Xu Hongwei’s eyes were bloodshot as he glared at Dou Hualun, spewing a mouthful of bloody froth onto him.

Drawing near, Gu Xintong looked at the roaring fire beneath the pot, then at Jun Lin’s hands pressed tightly against it, and couldn’t help but voice her concern.

Ten against eight should have been an advantage, but the enemy’s average level was higher, their dueling skills impressive, and with the element of surprise, two members of Monster Walk the World—Spider Demon and White Dragon Horse—fell in the clash.

It was like a hunter watching a helpless prey struggle in vain, tormenting it again and again until it collapsed from exhaustion, tortured to death.

The atmosphere grew awkward. The man in fine robes couldn’t help glancing at Ye Ling twice before breaking the silence, his tone tinged with concern, as if worried Ye Ling would carry a psychological burden due to Lin Shuang.

As soon as she left the courtyard, the attacks ceased. The stone tower reverted to its dilapidated, ashen state; only the pitted yard and the charred remains of the rose vines bore witness that none of it had been a dream.

Ning Xiao intended to dodge Lin Sitong’s kick, but he was not quick enough, so she still landed a blow.

Bai Jianli said to Lin Longjiang, “That matter of yours—where is it? If I have the time these days, I’ll take care of it for you. After all, I can’t stay in the capital forever. Once your issue is settled, I should be on my way. Unless something pressing arises, I won’t be returning to the capital.”

The reason Bai Jianli wanted so much jade was to set up a formation for the Bai family. The old priest had many enemies—not just spirits, but humans as well. Can you ever truly know what others are thinking? Of course not.

This Wei Chipan is quite interesting! Judging by his words, he chose me, rather than the other way around? And I, it seems, have passed his test?