Chapter 56: The Perils of the Human Heart

Suddenly, Gu Yunbei's figure slowly rose into the air as golden light burst forth across his entire body. A terrifying and powerful source of internal energy bred and took shape within him, growing at an astonishing speed.

On one hand, he was pleased that the Lin family was willing to provide the medical prescription; on the other hand, he felt relieved that they had not made exorbitant demands or missed the opportunity to make a favorable impression in front of important figures.

Ji Yuan had not expected her to agree to a divorce so easily. All the arguments he had prepared in his mind went completely unused, leaving him with a sudden sense of loss.

Mu Yanxu had parked the car at some point and walked over to Qin Anan. He took her hand and began to walk slowly alongside the others.

Almost everyone behind the screens believed thatovich was incapable of restoring the national strength of the bear nation, and that within a few years, the superpower might completely cease to exist.

Although Mu Yanxu had flexible working hours because he was the CEO and could grant himself leave whenever he pleased, he could not just walk away on a whim either—had it not been for his exceptionally efficient brain.

On the way to the divine abode of Houtu, Li Shimin caught sight of the Five Directions Ghost Emperors, the underworld judges of various halls, and the major ghost commanders and generals, all making their way toward the dwelling of the Saint Houtu.

Furthermore, he had successfully integrated the legalist doctrines of various ancient sages, such as Shang Yang's concept of "law," Shen Dao's concept of "authority," and Shen Buhai's concept of "statecraft."

Guowei had just returned from a council meeting, still dressed in his court robes, when he saw the heavenly vision of Qi Tongwei being seen off by an entire village, accompanied even by a few stray dogs.

Gazing at the scene before him, Su Xun could not help exchanging glances with Qi Rusong, both of their eyes clearly filled with lingering doubt.

Yan Wuzheng felt his scalp tingle. The more honest he tried to be, the more complicated his explanation became, until he lost his voice entirely and fell silent to gather his thoughts.

"What did you say?" Duanmu Fang'er turned hysterical once more, her voice piercingly shrill.

"This humble Wuling has once single-handedly crossed paths with your patriarch at the Yun'an Soul-Consolidating Sect, and the talk of a draw spread far and wide in those parts..." Wujin Yue deliberately left the rest unsaid, yet no one failed to grasp the subtext—if Your Highness the Crown Prince wished to earn the right to battle his patriarch, why not first cross swords with Wujin Yue himself? Testing the waters could do no harm.

The man made no further calls, nor did he turn back to enter the performance venue. Instead, he pressed his thin lips into a firm line and strode toward the phantom sports car parked by the roadside.

Looking from afar at the central castle, Mo Chen wore a faint smile on his face, wondering if those assigned to meet them were already awaiting their arrival.

They were far inferior to the men she had previously swindled. Still, how could she refuse money delivered right to her doorstep?

"Brother Chen means he won't avoid touching you; perhaps you misunderstood." Shangyuan Yuchen wore a gentle smile.

In the nighttime shadows along the roadside, several figures walked across the rooftops as easily as strolling on flat ground, leisurely following behind the carriage.

"Cultivating here is equivalent to ten days outside," Shui Qinghan said, looking at the Tree of Life before her with a profound sense of familiarity.

However, the most favorable outcome she had imagined did not materialize, and a harsh reality taught Yifeng what a deeply engraved lesson truly was.

Therefore, the route he adjusted did not deviate too far from the Evil Sun Sect, largely because he had no idea his whereabouts had already been exposed; otherwise, he might have tried to find a way to travel much farther away.

"I have long heard of the notoriety of the Jing-se bandits, and that there are several experts among them. I was hoping to cross swords and spears with them; why haven't they come up the mountain?" Lady Yang asked, extremely annoyed.

In a daze, Qiao Ming suddenly recalled the pair of arms that had pulled her out of the pool, carrying a familiar medicinal scent. Moreover, at that moment, she was clearly wearing only the trousers of a hospital gown.

According to standard procedures, the seminary curriculum lasted four years, followed by two years of practical training in various dioceses before one could walk the mortal world as a junior cleric.

Quchi had met many tribal chieftains and even kings of various clans. Yet for some reason, even monarchs wielding immense power lacked the majesty and formidable deterrence radiated by the young leader before him.

Although Minister Lu felt somewhat puzzled, he followed instructions and once again directed a burst of Daoist Qi toward the illusory screen. This time, as his Daoist Qi approached the screen, a flash of black and white radiance vanished in an instant.

It did not matter if he lost his own job, but the coffee house was Chen Jun's life's work and a haven for the souls of many wanderers.

Yet Banwu gave him no definitive answer, merely telling him to find some tasks for Minister Lu to occupy his time until the day he was no longer like that.

Suddenly, a gentle voice rang out like clear spring water trickling over stones into the heart, instantly warming one's entire being.

Over the past year, Rongjin had managed every single affair for Shui Qianqian, keeping her virtually under his constant watch. Failing to find her twice today naturally provoked his anger.

Liao Junjie could be considered a prominent figure of high standing in the capital and an exceptionally brilliant standout among the younger generation.

The mother and daughter reined in their wandering thoughts and busily tended to the baby—changing diapers and feeding—leaving them no spare energy for idle musings.

"Not bad, bought everything that was needed. I've come to escort you home, Elder." Xiang Gang stepped forward to take the veteran physician's medical box, reporting on the day's achievements as they walked.

Having served impeccably as class monitor for the past three years and leading her class to win the title of the school's outstanding collective year after year, how could she possibly be a weakling?

Yang Hua patted Zhu's hand, smiled softly, and whispered, "Eat quickly, pay him no mind." Zhu felt somewhat reassured and hurried to finish her steamed bun. Yang Hua ate slowly and deliberately, using only her peripheral vision to sweep across the burly man, noticing that he constantly watched Mei and herself while never once glancing at Zhu, which left her rather puzzled.

Seeing Chunyucheng act like this, Youyou grew even more anxious, struggling to raise her head from his embrace with eyes full of worry.

In truth, she held deeply affectionate feelings for Ning'an City. It was not only her homeland but also the place where she and Xie Limo had met, known, and fallen in love with each other.

Yet one must believe that the world is never short of ignorant people. Ignorance is not terrifying; what is terrifying is being both ignorant and lacking self-awareness, while also loving to put on haughty airs with one's nose turned up to the sky.

Although Xian Zhiming did not wish Gu Xiaobei to bear a child for Li Haonan, he dared not delay for even a second and personally took the driver's seat. Famed for his exceptional racing skills, he made the engine emit a low roar as the car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, instantly leaving everything in the surroundings far behind.