Chapter 49 The Carefree Sect (Part 1)

Although she was not her biological mother, for some reason, tears welled up like a spring as she gently stroked the sword left behind—the only memento she had.

Half an hour later, a thousand shadow guards openly assembled at the rear gate of the Yun residence. This time, Chuxiu left Yue Wan in the manor and did not let Zhuyang accompany her. Even though she was mentally prepared, she still dared not have both Zhuying and his wife by her side—for if something were to happen, at least one of them would survive to look after the child.

He hurriedly kicked off his shoes and rushed toward the bedroom. On the large bed, beneath the silk quilt, a small figure was trembling. He strode over and lifted the quilt. Nie Wanluo was curled up tightly, as if afraid of the cold, her forehead beaded with sweat, eyes slightly swollen, her gaze vacant, as though she had suffered a crushing blow that left her utterly desolate.

Lin Xiangnan's face remained calm from start to finish; in the side glow of the car's headlights, a cold, faint smile flickered across his grease-painted face.

From this day forward, they were not only lovers who understood each other deeply, but also bonded souls, inseparable in heart and spirit. In this life, that was enough.

Though Nie Wanluo was full of questions and wanted to understand everything clearly, seeing the director’s growing fatigue after those words, she knew further inquiry was pointless. So she changed the subject, chatting about work, life, and Qiao Neng, before finally leaving the facility.

The man was trapped and struggling when Baochun stepped forward to apprehend him. But when the man lifted his head and revealed his face, Baochun stood there in shocked silence.

Zeng Guofan’s anxiety only grew; if he answered the imperial summons, it would bring nothing but disaster—his lifelong reputation could be ruined in a single moment. It was simply not worth the risk.

It was pitiable, yet in truth, her grandfather’s household was separated from theirs by nothing more than a courtyard.

Han Ximing’s gaze fell inadvertently on Wen Li’s belly. What should he do? No matter how unwilling he was, he had to speak. What could be more important to him than Wen Li's safety?

His mother's words—"So it was you"—proved she knew the killer. Then who was the black-clad figure who fought her?

Perhaps because of the cold, snowy weather and having been locked in the woodshed for two days, by the third day, I was burning with fever.

Lin Nan hesitated with a wry smile; if he confronted Su Ling directly now, he would surely lose to her venomous tactics. He couldn't afford to act rashly, so he agreed for now, planning to decide later.

Inside, the room was dim, with few windows, and those that existed were tightly curtained against the sunlight. Jian Xiu hesitated, not understanding why Runling disliked the sun. To remain so long in a place devoid of sunlight—this was an illness.

Did she not even have the right to protect herself? She had given him her most precious things, only wishing to avoid misfortune—what right did he have to be so self-righteous?

But unexpectedly, when the steward reached the ancestral hall, he saw Wei Ying’s shadow cast on the doors and windows. At that time, Wei Ying wore armor, wielded the thousand-year demon blade, and was practicing swordsmanship—an ordinary sight. The steward paid it no mind until, as he called out, Wei Ying suddenly used the blade to sever his own head.

Palm-sized paper figures circled in a ring, then, urged on by the sound of the flute, rapidly split into dozens, then hundreds, swirling through the air and trapping him in the center.

“It’ll be all right, Auntie. Don’t be afraid. Yao Yao will get better.” A sharp pain pierced Su Ling’s heart, like a thorn driven deeper and deeper.

“Your Highness, this person’s origins are unknown. He is likely a trusted subordinate trained by Lou Haoran and cannot be trusted,” Feng Yijun said softly, restraining her impatience.

“I’ll face you anytime—just don’t blame me if you’re the one who dies. I’m off.” After speaking, I glanced at the growing crowd of players and immediately used my Bat Transformation skill to fly into the distance.

Two days ago, Yun Hao and Yan Zixi moved to a villa outside the city. Court affairs had become ever more demanding. Since Que Jue left the Wu tribe, he seemed to have vanished from the world, with no further news.

As for Wolf Island, Jiufang Changyuan said little—he only mentioned what was related to Pirate Island, omitting the rest.

Although those who made it into the Hundred Rankings were all outstanding talents, Mu Yi believed he was no worse than they were—let alone the top fifty, his goal was the top five.

“Too ruthless! I don’t want to be a eunuch! Dennis, here I come—let me show you what I’m made of—Shadow Strike!” Hearing Qisha’s seemingly cursed words, Ouyang Jue leapt up from the ground, drew his dagger, and quickly rejoined the fray.

Hakron let out a cry, then swiftly used its Shadow Clone technique, filling the field with a dozen or so identical Hakron images. The Blastoise’s Ice Beam only dispersed one of the clones, while the rest hovered in formation opposite the Blastoise.

Aside from the lingering ill health caused by the blood bracelet marriage all those years ago, Xia Tong had been robust for many years. This sudden episode truly frightened Ye Tingjue.

Afterward, the old Marquis ordered his men to recover the concubine’s body from the mass grave during the night, and, selecting an auspicious date, had her coffin solemnly interred in the ancestral tomb of the Chu family.

The giant serpent hissed, and upon seeing so many intruders, immediately charged, biting furiously. In the chaos, even the old Marquis lost a finger, and the guards suffered heavy casualties.

Still, as all these girls were athletes, they would surely grow to over 160 centimeters within a year or two. But that wasn’t his real concern—he wondered if Xu Chuan could manage; she had only recently been discharged from the hospital.

One side dressed in white battle suits, the other in black. They fought using spiritual power, though it was somewhat different from ordinary spiritual energy.

By now, both sides had suffered heavy losses; even those at the Martial Emperor and Supreme Emperor levels had fallen one after another.

Moreover, with so many kinds of divine materials, even taking a fifth of each would be an enormous resource—perfect for refining one’s life-bound artifact.

Yan You felt his mind was failing—how was it that he remembered nothing of the past few days’ events?