Chapter Fifty-Nine: Never Swear Rashly

Ye Cheng put away his smile and spoke with a solemn expression.

“Yes, yes, Brother Ye, you’re absolutely right. It’s our fault for being short-sighted. Zhongfan and I have already discussed it – from now on, the two of us, father and son of the Su family, will follow you and President Su Chan, taking you both as our guiding stars for life. Should we ever go back on our word, may thunder strike us down.” Su Baiyong said sincerely.

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Having gathered his strength, Long Xia’s immense spiritual fluctuations were like a tightened bag suddenly opened, unleashing a storm out of nowhere.

But the only one capable of investigating without attracting the attention of the Spirit Source Research Institute was the man in the bowler hat.

There was still time. At this critical moment of surging power, relaxation was not an option.

“I don’t know either, but I do feel that there must be something in all this we haven’t realized or something we don’t know.”

Though no one since ancient times has been able to determine what the ultimate state of cultivation truly is, those at the divine realm know well they are not immortal – their strength is only relative, and there’s always room for further progress.

“Farming? But isn’t that too much? Surely all they do is farm, nothing else?” Wang Youcai blinked in confusion.

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Yet they were powerless, unable even to pinpoint the exact location of the red glow, darting about like headless flies, buzzing and scattering in all directions.

“What ancestors? We’re not royal or noble, so what does reputation matter?” Mi Yukun retorted.

Finally, accompanied by a screech laced with venom, the thousand-faced fiend completely freed itself from its human constraints and soared through the air.

Cheng Mu was about to apologize to Nan Mu when suddenly Nan Mu reached out and gripped his wrist, sending a thread of Tian Mountain Sect true energy into him.

They believed that Qingfeng, who had solved such difficult math problems before, would surely be able to tackle this one too.

The best makeup artist, the finest lounge, several assistants attending her in turns—whether it was meals or lodging, her preferences always came first.

He’d seen plenty of such self-promoting tricks over the years; if there were ten, seven or eight were always fake.

Xu Tang suddenly felt a strong urge to rush over and embrace the pale boy sitting in the sunlight. She finally understood why she felt such sorrow when she delved into his heart. Xu Tang knew she was dreaming, so outside the dream, she merely furrowed her brows ever so slightly.

Lin Yuxi put down her bowl and chopsticks. After all, she was the one in charge at home—what could possibly be forbidden?

Looking at it this way, Wanwan really does look the part in a white coat. As a mother, she felt proud.

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After crossing the street and walking a short distance, they arrived at the place Tang Duoduo had mentioned for its good food.

Those guys, carrying cakes, flagged down two cars and headed to the nearby Karaoke bar.

Checking the cages to see if those beastly demons were still behaving, and venting his own unease, seemed like a good idea.

Lin Xiang and his two companions burst out laughing. This creature defies description, an absolute oddity, so utterly shocking that Lin Xiang was left speechless—stunned inside and out, unsure what to say.

“What’s going on?” Wu Fan’s brows knitted as he pressed the accelerator, the car speeding up instantly.

Mu Lingshi started talking more, unlike before when she was always so quiet and reserved.

“Don’t worry. Since I’m here, I’ll help you resolve this. The outcome will be clear in the battle three days from now.” Mu Yi nodded. He’d met Chang Mu before and knew his character well—certainly annoying.

She wasn’t sure if it was because he’d agreed to dine with her, or simply because she would get to see him again.