Chapter 49: Staying Alive is What Matters Most

[System, is it true that Gu Yu will still encounter a life-threatening major accident?]

As usual, the system remained silent and did not answer this question.

Ji Sisi's mood, however, was extremely heavy. It seemed she had guessed correctly; Gu Yu's destined mortal tribulation could not be avoided after all.

Fortunately, she was not the pessimistic type.

Birth, old age, sickness, and death are things everyone must go through. Should one stop living well simply because they know they are destined to die?

If—

"Right, Auntie, Zishan sleeps in that room." Xing Yue, holding Ye Zishan, walked to the entrance of the stairs and turned her head to say with a smile to Du Xiaoyun.

The central sofa had already been occupied by the man, so Rong Lang chose one on the edge and sat down unhurriedly.

Donghuang Fenghua's heart skipped a beat, and a tender smile bloomed at the corners of her lips, resembling an April rainy day where a pair of swallows skimmed low across the lakeside, their wings lightly touching the shimmering, rippling water surface, spreading layers of delicate and enchanting waves.

"That's fine too. Having walked for so long, I am indeed tired," Zhang Ruohuan said immediately with a nod, then took the lead in walking towards the pavilion not far away.

This was also the main reason why the Great Saint Jiuli was able to possess an invincible combat capability. As long as the Jiuli Holy Physique reached ultimate completion, even if it could not be called invincible, it would definitely have very few opponents.

Yu Shengyan knew that this day would eventually come, and Hua Yue was about to face even greater perils.

Thus, she sat on the divine throne waiting for him for three days. She had thought of many reasons to absolve him of his crimes and pondered how he planned to explain himself. This was the man who had accompanied her through countless years; no matter how angry or disappointed she was, she did not want to ruin his celestial path because of this.

The handwriting above was clearly Guo Weifeng's. It must have been dropped on the ground secretly when he broke in just now.

Walking to a spot thirty meters away from the giant sword, beads of sweat finally broke out on Zhuo Tian's calm face. The aura of the giant sword was simply too formidable. Luo Fei's forehead once again lit up with the phantom of a blazing tiger, and a crisp tiger roar seemed to burst forth from deep within his body.

Li Hexian's divine sense swept across the opponent rapidly, and he immediately felt puzzled. The realm of this silver-fir cultivator had reached the eighth layer of the Ruyi state; although not considered exceptionally high, it was definitely not low compared to ordinary cultivators. More importantly, Li Hexian could not sense even a shred of demonic Qi from the other person.

Bai Ye smiled helplessly. Earlier, after An Wu unleashed that move full of dark aura, he had actually been the first to pull out [Mimikiri-maru] again to tear through the opponent's attack.

Now Cheng Yaojin immediately understood Taishi Ci's intention, but he was not a fool either. If Taishi Ci was only slightly stronger than him by a hair, he would never submit; at worst, they could just fight another round.

"What is this? An animal's tail?" Qu Qingran pushed aside the grass leaves and caught sight of a fluffy white tail. Only after grasping it in her hand did she realize that this white tail seemed exceptionally long, extending all the way deep into the dense grass leaves.

"You really are a fence-sitter! You lean wherever the wind blows the hardest!" Shi Shangwu finally lost his patience, raised his foot, and gently kicked the good-for-nothing's backside, muttering a sentence after the kick.

Having said that, Liu Zhengfeng turned around and extended both hands toward the golden basin. Seeing this, Fei Bin wore a furious expression. Regardless of whether Lu Bai was still in the other party's hands, he stomped his right foot on the ground, sending a surge of Qi racing along the floor toward the basin stand, intending to destroy his tool for washing his hands in the golden basin.

"The rules are very simple. Whoever among you can defeat the others and finally win first place will be the chosen candidate to enter the Yanyun Sect!" He announced the rules in a loud voice.

Only to see Xiao Peng and his party walking forward with gloomy complexions. Xiao Peng was slowly lowering his raised arm at that moment.

After all, if she knew that Paul still retained his memories from when he was alive, he was worried Meliya would do something foolish like turning him into an undead.

True to form, this news wasn't even enough to make a certain skeleton look up. After all, they had spent the entire afternoon wandering around the Adventurers' Guild, but the result was that no one knew him. The slim chance that a beggar sleeping on the streets in winter would know a skeleton was practically non-existent.

Yin Qi was still continuing his affectionate performance. Seeing Qu Qingyou's reaction, he narrowed his eyes in satisfaction. It was truly a pity for this skin-bag of a pure Yin physique; she looked good and had exceptional talent, especially looking at her spiritual platform, she was an absolute prime candidate blessed with the fortune of the heavenly dao. Everything about her was fine, except that her brain was slightly lacking.

Before Announcing, Luo Zhiyuan had not even given a heads-up to the school leaders. Therefore, Song Jun and other school leaders, along with all the teachers, were pleasantly surprised and overjoyed amidst their astonishment.

"I didn't get the news you wanted. Everything was originally going smoothly, and I was on the verge of successfully controlling the Chaos Divine Realm. Who would have thought that at this critical moment, that reincarnated supreme being who had vanished for a hundred years would actually appear now!" A trace of furious killing intent was mixed within the Dark Demon Sovereign's icy voice.

An Qin's pale face flashed through his mind. Nanmen Zun stood up in torment, pacing back and forth in the room. Shen Qing pressed her lips together and stared fixedly at him, her hair tangled in front of her, coiled into a bizarre circle.

"In addition, all the expenses for this event will be covered by the city. The organizers of the event are also the Municipal Party Committee Propaganda Department and the Municipal Writers Association; our town is just a supporting backdrop, hehe." Gao Xinqing smiled and waved her hand, revealing her snow-white wrist.

Modu's face was as pale as paper. As the four people supported him, he spat out a mouthful of blood. His tall body fell directly backward.

Walking into the stable, he led me to a place where fodder was piled up. Shifting the flat layers of fodder, a device resembling a catapult came into view. Without wasting words, I immediately stepped onto the catapult's tray.

King Zhuo's expression changed drastically, a gloomy and fierce look flashing in his eyes. A guard by his side instantly darted toward Feng Changxi's direction.

Did I really do something wrong this time? Qin Lu gritted his teeth inwardly. I must properly make it up to her; otherwise, can I still be considered a man? Aren't monster cores valuable? I'll go hunt monster cores! Always terrified of death as he was, he suddenly became blood-boiling, picked up the long bow on the ground, and prepared to leave.

Long Sapp's nervous emotions did not ease in the slightest. Bizarrely enduring all of this, he was pondering what to do next. This continued all the way until noon; Long Sapp maintained a single posture, watching Shen Feng, who seemed to have truly entered his midday break.