Chapter 40: Like an old man eating arsenic—tired of living!

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Xiao Xiao’s words made everyone’s eyes grow resolute. They knew that Xuan Tianyi had refused to take them along in order to protect them. Once they too became Earth Immortals, they would truly be able to fight side by side with Xuan Tianyi.

Qin Nuannuan glanced at the sheet Su Yibai had handed her, casually skimmed through the course schedule, and silently pushed it aside.

General Moso remained composed and calm, as though he felt no reaction whatsoever to what he had done.

Panahai had originally been a nature reserve. Besides the black-necked cranes for which it was famous, it was also home to the provincial-level protected species of greylag geese, bar-headed geese, and common cranes, along with vast numbers of waterfowl. Most of the zombified animals had gone to Bita Lake, but Panahai still had no fewer mutated animals than mutated animal zombies—in fact, there were even more.

Yan Siqi voiced his thoughts somewhat gloomily. He had stayed inside the space of Xuan Tianyi’s magical treasure, and almost everywhere in it had accelerated time. The only exceptions were a largely empty lounge and that Illusory Killing Formation. He did not want to go to either place.

At last, a faint shadow appeared behind them. After Wan Biao gave it several instructions, it vanished in an instant. The place it was pursuing was precisely the direction in which Xuan Tianyi had previously departed.

When Su Yibai entered, Su Wang was lying prone on the floor, his head shoved beneath the bed as he rummaged around. His exposed bottom wobbled back and forth, looking especially adorable.

“It’s fine. I’ll think of something!” After saying this, I hurriedly hung up the phone and took a deep breath. I heard Chen Rui shouting from the other end about going with Wan’er to look at wedding dresses. Fortunately, she did not ask Feng Yi and me to go as well.

—So this was what my present “reality” truly looked like? Such a hideous sight?

The moment this thought surfaced, cold sweat poured down Chu Chen’s back. He had never imagined that these worlds would join forces, all for the secret of the shattered realm hidden within him—a secret even he himself knew nothing about.

Su Yun shook her head. Gazing at the steam rising gently from the soup, she said, “Wherever Tanlang is, there I shall be. How could I feel unaccustomed? I am only afraid that you wish to return to Chang’an.” She lifted her eyes to look at Madam Meng.

Several old maids hurriedly rolled up their sleeves and rushed over to drag Bai Mujin away, but Yuanyang and Magpie blocked them. Soon, they were all grappling with one another.

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“The Rong family is wealthy and powerful, yet they gave our Niannian only this little money. No wonder your love life is so difficult!” Gu Xiangdong laughed along with them.

“Elder Sister, he’s only one of my classmates.” Wu Yu’s anxiety was far more complicated than it appeared on the surface. When her father stared coldly at Pan Dazhi, Yiyu distinctly saw fear in her eyes.

In the main hall of the Voidless Sect, Sect Master Chu Yuanda wore a deeply worried expression. It had already been an hour since someone had forcibly broken through the mountain gate, so why had not even a trace of that person appeared yet?

“Niannian, I can’t wait any longer. I’ll take you there right now.” As Rong Xiaoyu spoke, he took Mi Bai by the hand and walked out. Gu Xiaotong followed them.

The Second Madam suddenly sprang to her feet as though pricked by a needle. “Impossible! I have never written any such list with her. Where did this come from?” She was not foolish. When the accounts had originally been handed over, she had not checked the public ledger with the First Madam, so there could not possibly have been any handover document. That was why she had dared to tamper with the accounts when the family property was divided.

Because he detested the drawn-out speeches that usually accompanied opening ceremonies, Ouyang Pengcheng’s Origin Shares delegation arrived in Nagoya only after the exhibition’s opening ceremony. Returning to a familiar place, Ouyang Pengcheng and his beautiful companions seemed to be in exceptionally high spirits, exchanging knowing smiles.

A faint smile touched Feng Jiuqing’s lips. It looked so charming, yet it inexplicably made the onlookers feel that she was dangerous. One after another, they turned their heads away, not daring to keep looking.

“Ahem, ahem.” Uncle Wang coughed twice before speaking. Every room in the Ye residence used air-conditioning together with natural ventilation throughout the year, and Uncle Wang had a chronic bronchial ailment. Even the slightest draft or disturbance would make him cough.

Three hundred and sixty-three thousand! It was the first time in his life he had ever seen so many bundles of banknotes piled together. Unlike an ethereal figure, money had weight. Those more than twenty pounds had only just been pressing on his shoulder, yet he did not feel tired at all. He knew that the heavy thing resting on his shoulder was money.

However, the longer he stayed here, the more he missed the Immortal Realm. Pangu—there were so many people there whom he cared about.

Seeing that the sky had grown late, Ji Haotian rose from the edge of the cliff and returned to his room. Following the breathing method taught by Elder Dan, he began to cultivate. Although this breathing method was not a true cultivation art, it could improve his constitution. For Haotian as he was now, it was more suitable than anything else.

If Lin Wanqiu addressed him according to Orange’s way of speaking, would she not have to call him Uncle-Master Xu as well?

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Yet his expression soon grew somewhat grim. It was not only him; everyone else in the room also became solemn.

Hearing the occasional noises coming from the room, she presumed that Mother, too, was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

“Hmph. Let’s see how you receive this move.” Qingluan spoke indifferently. The distance between them rapidly closed, and once again she struck forward with the same simple palm strike, aiming at Song Xiaodong’s chest.

Two figures were bent over. One was digging with all his strength, while the other gathered the crystal soil behind him. They worked with tremendous enthusiasm.

“Excellent. Truly excellent.” Lü Hanqiang tapped his riding crop against his palm, praising his own good fortune.

In the time it took to exchange only a few words, Yao Kai and Zhuge Yue had also arrived. They greeted Xu Xiao.

Yet after turning around, Aisling remained troubled by Nie Feng’s astonished look. What was wrong with her? Why did she care so much about how this man felt about her? Aisling pinched her fingers, agonizing over the thought.

With a thunderous boom, the sound seemed to tear through the air and spread across the surroundings. What followed was the choking, pungent smell of smoke filling the air.

That graceful figure moved like the wind. Although she was affected slightly midway, she showed not the slightest trace of panic. With a direct leap, she landed atop the stone stele.

After the lengthy ritual of announcing the gifts, Xiao Chen had already finished seven or eight cups of wine by the time the disciples of the Cao family finally completed their recitation.

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