Chapter 50: May All Things Go Well

“May the Buddha’s mercy grant smooth fortune in all things.” Sheng Xiayan whispered softly, harboring a quiet prayer for her destiny deep within her heart.

A faint glimmer of hope for the future flickered in her eyes.

Though she lived in a world rife with turmoil and strife, at this very moment, none of it seemed to matter; only the serene peace before her remained.

Lin Yan then approached the altar, hands clasped together, eyes closed as he made his wish.

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After some time of competition, nearly all the disciples with relatively low cultivation had taken the stage. Those remaining were mostly from the upper ranks—disciples whose cultivation had reached the Out-of-Body stage or higher.

Then, Jumei shifted her gaze toward the turtle shell shield, estimating it wouldn’t be too heavy. Sure enough, she lifted it effortlessly with one hand, though it still bore a considerable weight.

Without hesitation, she uprooted a large tree to use as a spear and hurled it toward a helicopter flying at the forefront.

Such is the relentless nature of a survival environment; no matter what, the Dragon Clan would never be burdened with such complicated entanglements.

Striving to appear worthy of Wu Kingdom’s attention without shaking their confidence, Li Lin had managed his role perfectly. Yet, if Li Lin knew that Wu Tianhen, the ruler of Wu Kingdom, also bore a deep grudge against the Chu Dynasty and possessed such magnanimity, he would hardly have needed to trouble himself so much.

Within this exquisitely beautiful scene, the serene and graceful figure bore a slight frown, as if shrouded in quiet sorrow or deep contemplation.

Concealing his tracks, Wan Yunfei stealthily approached the room where his parents once lived, intending to place the card he had crafted the previous night on their bedside.

Chen Xizhi felt profoundly shaken by the snake demon youth’s eye technique, which stirred within him a deep sense of awe and reflection.

For if official institutions faltered, public trust would wane. Once credibility diminished, the consequences could be unimaginable.

At most seventeen or eighteen years old—barely a fraction of their age—he had already caught up to their level of cultivation.

It was clear that Ah Hu was a genuinely good person, without a trace of pretense or insincerity. Thinking this friend was one to keep, he resolved to cherish the bond.

“That’s Yan Zhiqing, the younger sister of Yan Beicheng. I suppose she came to visit Jiang Changdai today. But she got tangled up with Lu Weining at the door, so I just lent a hand,” Wei Wucai explained simply.

Qing Yue Xuan Yi once again donned that sinister, captivating expression, which unsettled Wan Bao’er’s heart. Could it be that he had discovered something?

Wang Rong’s father had left early this morning, saying he had urgent matters to discuss with the President of the Northern Su Chamber of Commerce. They had expected something momentous but found out it was all about Qi Lin.

“If you truly believe the governor is diligent and has a proper attitude, please offer some recommendations. Of course, any rewards would be even better—the governor loves money, but earns it righteously.”

At these words, Jansen’s face grew even darker as he lowered his gaze and courteously invited Qin Fan to take his seat.

Though the power of the Daoist Revered was not as domineering as that of the Demon Sect, this single punch had severely wounded Hugh Jack, causing him to spit several mouthfuls of fresh blood before collapsing to the ground. Despite multiple attempts, he was unable to rise.

The man spoke amiably, “Brother, why not have a taste as well? This wine is not intoxicating, but sweet and delightful.” His eyes lingered on Ye Song as he spoke.

No matter the reason, everyone was curious about the great god’s wife. However, since “Holding the Gun at the Front” had not logged in during the day and had their friend requests closed to strangers, nobody could uncover more information.

Watching this scene, Lin Wu, Yun Ting, Li Bin, Yun Hai, and the others all recognized the newcomer. He was none other than the elder Liu, whom Yun Ting had just mentioned—the last remaining veteran general, Liu Zhengtai.

Back then, Lin Wu fled like the wind. Later, Liu Xiyan did not hold it against Lin Wu but regarded him with a peculiar gaze. Since the other party bore no grudge, Lin Wu naturally did not bring it up again, believing the matter had passed quietly.