Chapter 49: Indeed, One Must Cultivate Immortality!

Wei Ze touched his nose and said, “It’s not exactly a family dinner. My brother is getting married, so we’re having a meal with the bride’s family.”
Lu Qingfei asked, “Liu Yi’en?”
Wei Ze replied, “That’s right.”
Moonlight filtered through the ginkgo grove, scattering sparsely and gently, its pale radiance as delicate as white dew.
Lu Qingfei halted beneath the shade, casting his gaze downward at the fragmented moonlight on the ground.
Wei Ze sensed something was amiss and asked, “Do you have a grudge against Liu Yi’en?”
“How could I…” Zhang Li’s first instinct was to deny it, but seeing Jin Yu’s intense stare, he faltered slightly.
Qin Chuchu accepted the business card. She glanced at it—there was nothing but a name, Li Yuchen, and a string of numbers on a black card edged in gold. It was undeniably mysterious.
Led by Li Xiaoyao, everyone worked diligently each day to clear a path toward Luoyun Village. The winter came early in the Greater Khingan Mountains; just as they finished building the road to the village, the first snowfall of the season swept across the entire region.
The internal injuries tugged at Jue Wushen’s body, and he spat another mouthful of blood. Yet the wounds inside him were nothing compared to the humiliation burning in his heart. Jue Wushen, once a mighty lord, had never suffered such disgrace. A wave of desolation swept through him.
An official post? What could Cao Cao possibly grant him? At most, a position as a Zhonglang General, equal to Zhang Liao. Anything higher would not be earned simply by suppressing bandits.
Ye Feng suddenly understood: the further one advances in cultivation, the less it relies solely on arduous training. Enlightenment is needed. Only when one’s essence, spirit, and energy unite with the heavens and earth, when the body harmonizes with the universe and perceives its principles, can the true meaning of life and martial arts be grasped.
“Escape?” Xu Zuoyan was momentarily stunned, then realized that Gao Lingyun had been clinging to him, refusing to let him leave, and now he had managed to break free. Was this the so-called escape? So Ye Kaicheng wasn’t refusing to help him—he was assisting in another way.
The twenty soldiers who heard Luo Hao’s transmission were startled and frightened. Yet in the urgency, they had no time to hesitate. Recognizing Luo Hao’s voice, they hurriedly followed his instructions and fled into the gorge.
That smile, which was only skin-deep, made Ning Ning feel a chill run down her spine; it would have been better if he hadn’t smiled at all.
Lu Lingzhi was not reassured by Mo Rongzhan’s words. He felt that the Emperor’s question must have a reason behind it. But what was it? Where had the Emperor detected a clue?
Li Suning rose to her feet, gazing at Li Jingshu with a gentle smile. It was a smile that made every flower pale in comparison; among the young ladies gathered here, each one outstanding in her own right, she shone brighter than any other.
Ye Mingxuan’s expression was grim as he whispered to Zi Jin, “We’ll go in one after the other, holding hands.”
Uncle Man was unharmed, which was a relief. Though no one on the ship knew her or Man Qin, she still couldn’t contact Uncle Man too freely, lest her identity be exposed.
Lin Chao tucked the quilt around her, rubbed his chin gently atop her head, and resolved that even if Wei Xi didn’t step forward and he was to be executed, he would never leave alone.
The Lord of the Lingyao Palace was strikingly handsome, his alluring eyes brimming with affection. Even now, with his brows slightly furrowed, he exuded a unique charm.
Though there was no clear concept of a god, based on the subordinates’ descriptions, it must be something extremely dangerous.
In the early morning, the first ray of dawn pierced the darkness, a streak of red illuminating half the sky. The clouds, like burning embers, formed patches of crimson scales, enchanting and irresistible.
The great battle was over, leaving behind only lives as insignificant as grass and the horror of destruction—nothing else remained.
“How could this be? Even here, our spiritual senses are suppressed?” Ye Xuan’s expression darkened.