Chapter 55: The White-Haired Burying the Black-Haired

Father Lin looked at her with a warm smile and said, "That's right. That silly boy always talks about studying medicine in the future, traveling across the world to save lives and heal the wounded. I don't stop him. After all, a person needs to go out and see the wider world so as not to live this life in vain."

Hearing this, Sheng Xiayan fell silent for a moment. She raised her eyes to look at Father Lin's kind face, and her heart grew even heavier.

Sooner or later, she would have to tell Father Lin the truth, but how on earth should she bring it up?

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Qingchen possessed profound cultivation and had interacted with Hongjun for a long time, sharing a very close and familiar bond. He attained sainthood a step ahead of Hongjun, yet he never once harbored any feelings of condescension toward him. At this moment, when Hongjun finally attained sainthood and began expounding the Great Dao, there was only joy and solace in Qingchen's heart.

Lu Hao's molten ghost-black fire armor was forged by daily melting the essence of the heaven and earth's mineral gold, and then consuming it orally. Just imagine, that taste could not possibly be pleasant. Having the perseverance to endure such a process was truly astonishing.

"Impossible?" Watching Zada's staggered exit from the council chamber, Ziya's eyes were filled with a ferocious expression.

"It's nothing. I just helped you blow away a drop of sweat from the tip of your nose. Nervous? Hey, I'm not a big bad wolf, is all this really necessary?!" Wanda's weathered face turned slightly red as he gently patted Rouji's back and let out a low, mischievous chuckle.

In his view, Mo Ran's pace in withstanding the trials had already surpassed his imagination, and having survived seventy bolts of lightning, Mo Ran could not possibly fail to perceive the terrifying might of this thunderous power.

Yaogang wanted to check the injuries on Dandan's face, but Taowu hugged her and refused to let go, tilting its head up with a pitiful expression.

Time was precious to Wuying; for every minute delayed here, the enemy's reinforcements stood a greater chance of arriving.

The troops spoken of by Xielang naturally belonged to his "Tenth Legion." He certainly would not let the people of Jiufang Tower risk their lives, as there was no need for that. Watching the members of the Dark Council slaughter one another was precisely what Xielang delighted in seeing most.

Yet, it was very strange. In fact, it had already reached the periphery of the campfire. Given the flexible movements of a fox, it should not have triggered my trap. Seeing its vigilant appearance, could there be other beasts present? A chill gripped my heart, and I instantly became alert.

A new day arrived, and Fangnan, while handling administrative duties in his office, received an invitation from Guangzhou University. It was sent by students of the university, inviting him to attend a flight experiment.

Bibi Dong was able to inherit the position of Supreme Pontiff because of the designation of the previous Pontiff and the support of several elders, but her ability to firmly maintain that position relied entirely on her own ruthless methods and strength.

After his trip to the Alpha Kingdom this time, Dai Mubai would begin his travels across the mainland. This trip was also to bid farewell to Zhu Zhuqing, and they might not meet again until the plot commenced three years later.

Then there were the landlords' flunkies, who lorded it over others on the strength of their masters. While the landlords maintained their status and would not personally bully the common folk, these lackeys certainly would.

The two waiters exchanged glances, nodding deeply in agreement, their faces radiating a confident and righteous aura.

Although his cultivation was slightly higher than Ye Feng's, his sword Qi could only achieve the murky grey-white color of the kind Ye Feng used before his heavenly tribulation, spanning a width of roughly three fingers.

Stored inside were the 463 gold soul coins he had earned from odd jobs over the past six years, along with the stipend issued by the Spirit Hall.

Meanwhile, Matsui Rena beside him was barely holding back her laughter. Her hand shook as she wrote, and she had to stop two or three times midway to take deep breaths to compose herself.

Two hundred years ago, Yanyan attained the Dao and ascended to immortality, giving birth to me outside the South Tianmen. At that time, although she had already ascended, she had not yet undergone the official rites to be registered in the celestial registry. Naturally, she did not even understand the most basic cultivation methods and was still considered a mortal of flesh and blood. When I crawled out of her womb, I was naturally a mortal body as well.

Li Mingyan reached out his hand, wanting to stroke the strands of hair beside her cheek, but ultimately let his hand drop in discouragement.