Chapter 347: This Life Truly Can't Go On

"Why refuse? Is it that even now, you have not forgiven our Zhou family?" Yang Muxuang knitted her brows, a hint of anger coloring her features.

Like a thief in the night, Xiao Tianyang crept stealthily toward the front gates of his third sister's villa and softly pressed the doorbell.

It was an innate spiritual physique; yet while Lin Wanqing possessed a chilling attribute, this infant bore the water attribute of the five elements.

"Every ten leagues, scout the movements in all directions to see if enemies lie in wait. Be as meticulous as possible," Ye Chen commanded.

Startled by a dark shadow bursting inside, they braced to strike, but upon recognizing the intruder as Luo Jinyang, a collective, silent sigh of relief swept through them.

After all, theoretically speaking, he and this Yomogawa Ayame should scarcely have crossed paths prior to this moment.

He merely sought to satisfy his simple yearning to aid others, deriving a quiet pleasure from the act itself.

No matter why he differed from ordinary children since birth, and regardless of the formidable, unique powers he held, in Ye Chen's heart, this was simply his child.

He was now a warrior marked with a heavy bounty by the Xuanyun Holy Land; though the Qingyu Holy Land did not fear Xuanyun, making an enemy over a mere pseudo-saint seemed hardly worthwhile—unless, of course, Qin Ya demonstrated extraordinary potential.

Feng Zi was entirely satisfied with her subordinates' idle slacking; the tree bark was hers now anyway, enough to sustain her for a while, and when Chen Yu made his next move, it would be time for her to emerge.

This was currently the finest material available for bowstrings; though the island possessed bark in abundance, and it could serve the purpose, it was far too fragile and prone to snapping.

Ye Qingzhi initially intended to protest, but catching sight of his grim, darkened profile, she swallowed the words rising in her throat.

Men called it a 'treasure.' Those who coveted it fell into three factions: the demons seeking to rise from the dark depths of their suppression, the cultivators hungering for absolute power, and the fortune-hunters who, lured by rumors of its priceless worth and miraculous, bone-mending healing powers, pursued it relentlessly.

Song Qingyin gazed at him silently for a moment, then, as if resolving her doubts, offered a radiant smile; she scurried over, took his hand, and strode boldly into the mist that had suddenly enveloped the path ahead.

At that hair-raising, critical juncture, Lin Fan felt a sudden surge of vital energy course through his body—not overwhelmingly powerful, but roughly akin to one who had just crossed into the Qi Refining Realm.

His voice remained detached, sounding quite composed, yet it carried a certain softness absent in the past.

If Mihuang City was a bleak, frigid industrial metropolis, then what was mirrored in Tang Qi's eyes at this moment was a vibrant haven of dazzling sunlight and golden shores.

The potatoes harvested a few days ago were stored beneath the bamboo pavilion, where the cool shade provided an ideal environment for preserving crops.

Da Ya remained in the city to oversee the renovation of her shop; the cellar was already complete, and construction was now rising upward.

As the thought crossed my mind, the red-eyed statue lifted its right leg and delivered a fierce kick, sending me flying toward the purple-eyed effigy opposite it.

"Pay it no mind, I have already arranged everything," Ying Jin said. "Ignore him during the show. A man of his sort won't go far; plenty of others will teach him a lesson."

This was precisely the spectacle Dan wished to behold; simultaneously, the colossal block of blue ice enclosing Chi dissolved into the waters of the lake, and Chi, frozen within for so long, opened his eyes.

"Sister-in-law, do you... do you mean?" A tiny fissure suddenly broke through a heart long since parched and driven to despair.

Furthermore, Ning Fuchen refused to believe these fellows could attain the heights of a Golden Core cultivator through mere physical modifications—it was simply too far-fetched—and so, he unveiled his true capabilities.

"Uncle Han, do you know the legend of the Shengxie Sword?" Fusheng inquired, eager to unearth the blade's history; to master such a weapon, one had to understand its origins, which might well reveal a method to tame it.

No matter how cold and unfeeling Chu Yanzhi proved to be, or what transgressions he committed, there remained one soul in this world who loved him truly; perhaps this was Heaven's mercy upon him. Yet, it was undeniably cruel to Hongyu—though in matters of the heart, who could ever truly say?

"Is that place your home then, that others are barred from entering?" Ning Fuchen remarked with nonchalance.

The moment Fang Zhen appeared, the chaotic crowd fell into an instant hush, a testament to the immense weight of his prestige.

Turning toward the sound, one could see Consort Shudong, her hair bound in an elaborate five-phoenix style adorned with a honey-colored crystal hairpin; clad in a pale, crescent-patterned phoenix-tail skirt and soft-soled slippers, she stepped forward gracefully to pay her respects to Shangguan Wanru.

He took her swimming and deep-sea diving, and they even discovered a shipwreck on the ocean floor, its hull filled mostly with civilian porcelain and everyday wares. They caught abalones and sea cucumbers, gathering all manner of fish, shrimp, crabs, and shellfish, instantly enriching the waters within Miao Ran's spatial realm, which had hitherto been pristine and sparse.

Once one document was signed, the attorney immediately presented another before him, a profound sorrow aching in the lawyer's own chest.

And as the emperor, he undoubtedly knew in his heart whether she had taken note of Xu Qian's demise.

The crashing thunder further disturbed the Emperor's already wretched sleep; once, Consort Tao's sweet soup had offered a momentary solace, but that was no longer to be had.

Ji Gefei nodded and, ignoring her sharp gasp, scooped her up to sit upon the bank with her legs still submerged from the knees down; he then draped a bath towel over her, gathering the collar so tightly that Jiang Xingyao, nearly stifled, pushed him aside to clutch it herself.

She had already discerned the dark turn in Yan Tang's expression; regardless of his true thoughts, she chose to assume he, too, wished for Su Shenci to sit beside him, if only to prevent him from venting his inexplicable wrath upon her later.

Yan Xiangnuan was indeed utterly exhausted—so much so that when Jin Weimo offered to carry her, she hesitated, unable to master the temptation to yield.

Suixin knew the sum was astronomical to her, yet having erred by her own hand, she would not flee from her responsibilities.