Chapter 17: Journey to Canglang

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Sayu and Ieyasu had collapsed face down on the dining table, fast asleep, their chopsticks and spoons slipping from their hands onto the table. The trio of Aria’s family looked at the two who had passed out. Their once kind faces twisted into something fierce and menacing.

“Who are you?” Ye Tianyu knew well that anger seldom solved problems, yet sometimes, the surge of rage was irresistible.

“Because, until now, no one has ever entered those five beams of light and come out again. Most perish instantly, becoming the prey of the snow wolves,” the elder said. After speaking, he exhaled gently. Snowflakes swirled and drifted down, filling the clearing until it appeared as if nothing had disturbed it moments before.

After Bai Qianhui finished speaking, overwhelmed with sorrow and rage, he looked up at the sky and sighed deeply. His blood reversed its flow, tears of blood streaming from his eyes. His once orderly black hair now stirred as if caught in an unseen wind, turning instantly pure white.

“It’s alright. You just have to come to terms with it. Since this is your fate, accept it. No matter what, live well, live happily every day. That way, those who love you won’t be heartbroken,” Buddha’s disciple comforted him.

The sky was heavy with gloom, dark clouds swirling with fierce winds that rustled the ancient trees of the estate. Leng Yue sat in the rocking chair by the door, her delicate face mirroring the overcast sky, shrouded in relentless gloom.

Fate was cruel and life fraught with misfortune; a lifetime of endless cycles steeped in despair. He had faced hardship and entanglement through every incarnation, tasting the bitterest sorrow the world could offer. Only when he met her did he experience the sweetness of love and the essence of happiness. Yet even she could not halt his fall into ruin; she only deepened the pain and magnified the misfortune.

“You must live well,” Lan Ruoshui sighed. She too did not know how to persuade her otherwise.

Unfortunately, the circuits and communications on all twelve planes had already been destroyed by the satellites controlled by Lin Feng. The pilots’ communication devices with the U.S. had been severed by Lin Feng, and contact was lost.

Yu Youjia’s gaze swept over Yin Rongyu’s impressionist-style outfit, admiring the confrontation between the two before him. He thought, if only he could paint this moment, it would surely be a picture evoking many thoughts.

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Now his chakra was nearly depleted; aside from a few ninjas left guarding in Iwagakure, nearly everyone on-site had perished.

Shen Yan had a strange feeling: the way Miss Fang looked at him was odd, as if she were looking at a son or a younger brother. Yes, a younger brother.

On Wutong Road, there were three shops: one dealing in textiles, another a jewelry store, and the last dealing in grain and oil.

“At that time, after capturing Otsutsuki Ryosuke, the Rinnegan technique could still be used to revive them,” Uchiha Madara explained rare and clearly.

She somehow sensed his sadness, though it was a joyous occasion—how could he possibly be sad?

As for other matters, he no longer needed to toil excessively here; he knew well that these two children were filial and had always treated him kindly.

Even so, the value of this “Memory Crystal” was extraordinary, greatly astonishing Donald.

Yun Lianqing, after calculating the time, felt it was about right. She nodded and curved her lips once more.

Just arriving, Green Ivy saw this scene and hurriedly followed Shen Qingchi, asking behind her what exactly had happened.

The next day’s shooting competition was well-known: among the 1314 military trainees, a shooting prodigy emerged—hitting every target! The teachers watching nearly dropped their eyes in disbelief.

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Unexpectedly, it was a superb jade piece; the gilding on its edges was genuine, and of very high purity. The jade was also spirit-bound; carrying it made the patterns clearer and more beautiful. Someone said it was worth tens of thousands.

By this time, the scrolls arranged by Xia He were nearly used up. Casting spells through scrolls was no match for his own magic; the duration was considerably shorter.

What first surprised Yue Sihuai was the black MS. He hadn’t expected that in just a few months, Yue Sihuai, always fond of dressing up, would have changed so much.

“Is it really that funny?” Xiao Yuyin stepped forward. She had been lost in thought and hadn’t noticed that she had come too close.

Wang Gang asked a seemingly simple question, “Coach Shen, what’s the name of that athlete? I didn’t catch it just now.” The surrounding reporters didn’t find the question trivial; none of them had seen Li Bin, and the number board displayed no name, so naturally, they didn’t know.

“The calm won’t last much longer,” An Ruo said deeply to Lu Ling. At this moment, a gentle breeze brushed across their faces. It was purely wind, carrying no other meaning; at least, no one else was within fifty meters.

Xiao Yuyin glanced at him, then returned her gaze to the cup in her hands. The cup was precious white porcelain, smooth as jade and cool to the touch.

Biting down hard on the cigar in his hand, he seemed to be feasting on Su Qingge’s flesh and gnawing on her bones.