Volume 1, Chapter 50: Mother and Daughter Beg for Shelter

Beneath Life and Death Island, the forest stretched dark and gloomy in all directions. The moment Ye Fan stepped inside, a chilling sense of dread crept over him, as if countless malevolent shadows and vengeful spirits were swirling about. The more he focused, the more palpable the eerie atmosphere became.

A stirring voice rose from Mu Xue’s lips, and the space around them warped violently. The entire lakeshore cracked and shattered as a vast, overwhelming force radiated outward from Mu Xue and Gu Chen. The colossal black tsunami, formed by the conjoined ghostly creatures and stretching hundreds of feet high and miles long, instantly disintegrated.

“Why did I run away last night? If I hadn’t, wouldn’t you have lost yourself? How about I make up for last night tonight?” Jiang Chengce spoke as he slowly approached Su Youqing, pressing her against the narrow corridor wall.

Before me stood a majestic altar, crafted entirely from Hetian jade. Merely the worth of this alone could buy several mental asylums; no wonder Director Bai said he didn’t care about money.

I had thought things would progress smoothly, but the good times were short-lived. To my surprise, the two had secretly conspired to trap me.

“This meal fails the test on appearance alone,” the president, transformed into a gourmet, finally set down his soup spoon. Folding his arms, he resumed his previously lofty, sovereign posture, chin raised with a haughty air, delivering his verdict with an undeniable pride.

Because of its value, which far surpassed mere silver coins, Lin Han was determined to secure this soul-tempering herb at any cost.

Yet, frustratingly, I had no solution. On the path of righteousness, I was no match; on the commercial front, the Huayao Group was already on the brink of collapse.

“There is a way, but no definite plan yet. The only method to alter my fate lies in the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams diagram, but how to utilize it remains unknown to me.”

At this moment, Jin Zhiyan’s emotions surged in turmoil. She was stunned to see Jiang Chengce gifting a matching exclusive bracelet, once made for her, now given to her sister. Clearly, Jin Zhiyan felt a pang of jealousy.

Perhaps it was just Xiao Xiao’s imagination, but when Jing Pei spoke of her friend, her smile betrayed a bashful blush. If she guessed correctly, that friend might very well be someone she secretly admired.

Guo Hao moved forward, but his mind was clouded with unease. Something felt off, yet he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what, leaving him restless.

At the same time, above Xu Yongnian’s head appeared a radiant circular disk glowing with sacred Buddhist light, like a sun suspended in the sky. Its gentle brilliance seemed like a pair of massive hands, effortlessly catching Qin Hao’s fierce palm strike midair. The golden giant hand halted, unable to advance further, locked in a standoff across the void.

His sister no longer needed to be torn from her kin because of Chen Xinheng. Wasn’t this a win-win situation?

Chu Fan murmured dumbfoundedly. For some reason, he always felt his cousin was a person of unshakable resolve—whatever she said was absolute truth and must be fulfilled, including matters of marriage, which she would decide on her own without interference.

As her words faded, her gaze drifted nearby. The curtains on either side of the sedan chair were gently parted by a hand. A man clad in pristine white emerged, his figure flawless and refined, his features chiseled like a sculpture—a celestial being descending slowly from the carriage.

Even though Jian Xilai was mentally prepared, he was still startled by Qin Hao’s terrifying speed, so swift that its trajectory was nearly invisible to the naked eye. Fortunately, drawing upon a lifetime of experience and mustering all his inner strength, he barely discerned that it was a single hand reaching for his throat.

The Snow Lion Beast hesitated, staring wide-eyed at Xu Yuntian. Seeing the beast’s hesitation, Xu Yuntian placed a cloud electric ant beneath its nose.

He understood that Mu Qianxue was simply poor at expressing herself. More importantly, he knew she worried about his safety. If previously Mu Qianxue lacked a clear understanding of Qin Hao’s so-called world, witnessing his battle with the Dragon Lord recently had settled all doubts.

He sneered mockingly, casting a meaningful glance at Jin Yuanyuan, as if awaiting her response.

The call records were crystal clear: on the day of fainting, the call to Grandpa Tang was logged with exact duration down to the second.

Yet in the central and western regions, due to the diligence of the Chinese community, prosperity grew steadily. Their unity and goodwill elevated their status within society. This, however, drew the attention of the "Black Legion," making racial tensions a prelude to plunder.

On the other hand, the so-called righteous heroes of the demon-slaying assembly eyed Zhang Huaming like formidable adversaries, wary and vigilant, not daring to slacken even momentarily.

Note: To transform a useless self into a useful one, then an even more useful self, and finally an indispensable self—that is the true measure of a person’s worth. Pursue excellence, and success will naturally follow.

Ling’er played gleefully by herself, but Hua Qianxian was different. Gifted but overambitious, she learned flashy techniques from the teacher, mastering many superficially but none thoroughly, with weak fundamentals. As time passed, her mood and emotions gradually shifted.

Although the cicada must endure many years underground before shedding its shell, its strong reproductive power and vast numbers ensure it arrives each year on schedule to accompany people or become nourishment within their bodies, forever bound to them.