Chapter 49: I Love You All

Zhang Chenggong rode off on his motorcycle, the engine of the one-two-five bike roaring fiercely through the streets.

“You’ve already reconciled. He won’t bother you over fights anymore.”

“A young man who turned himself into a ten-thousand-yuan earner in just two months—I’m not about to make an enemy of him.”

“Xiaopeng, Zhang Chenggong is a clever man. That’s why he chose to make peace with you.”

Li Longfei invited Wang Peng to sit down, lit a cigarette, and crossed his legs.

“Reconciliation?” Wang Peng sneered coldly. “He may decide when the war starts, but he can’t decide when it ends. Reconciliation is impossible.”

Li Longfei was momentarily taken aback.

He thought to himself, this kid has some spirit—someone who won’t let a grudge go unavenged, a true gentleman with a sense of justice.

“Everyone, do not pursue!” Yang Xiao shouted loudly from the altar when he saw the commotion.

Due to the scarcity of soul points, Zhang Shuo didn’t bother to check the items at other contractors’ stalls. After walking for a while, he set up his own stall in a secluded spot, placing the blue dagger and blue broadsword from his storage space on display, posted their prices, and waited for buyers.

Lin Shuo and his party arrived at the battle platform, which was already packed with cultivators. People surged like a mountain, densely crowded in every direction, as far as the eye could see.

“I wasn’t sure at first whether it was for feeding birds or fish, but now it looks like it’s mostly for feeding fish,” Susu showed them the bag of feed.

Hualang Mountain dared not approach too closely; two divine elders of the spirit realm were present there. However, the ancestor was right—the two elders wouldn’t stay long, and Jiang Yong and Shi Luoshan wouldn’t linger either.

Ji Chengche didn’t try to stop him. Amidst the laughter of the crowd, he watched the Mad Warrior dart into the bamboo forest and vanish without a trace.

Hu Butao had inherited the legacy of the God of Creation. The golden pouch was filled with rare treasures, and although starfall stones were rare, there were indeed some inside.

Under normal circumstances, different blood types repel each other; forcibly integrating them results in coagulation.

After speaking, Chu Wuli calmed down and sat back, waiting for Yuzhang Gong and his group to consider.

After Ruizhen finished speaking, he infused his divine sense into the scroll. The inscriptions on it faintly glowed with a soft light.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng finally realized and followed the trail of Eternal Night’s aura, flying outward.

It must be known that their current situation was unlike when they were at the Hidden Gate. Back then, although they had guns, the bullets had all been used up by wild boars.

“Ian brother, what’s wrong?” Avira noticed Ian’s distraction and gently tugged at him.

Thus, Wu Zhoutai and Li Bixia had no time to speak and immediately went to open that transparent door.

In the present age, he couldn’t find anyone to rival Chen Yuanlong and could only look back to ancient times.

Moreover, given Yinghuo’s personality, if he discovered an enemy far stronger than himself, he normally wouldn’t stubbornly fight to the death. Instead, he’d seek reinforcements or send out a distress call. How could he still be quietly doing his own thing at this point?

Seeing this, Jiushi couldn’t help but raise a hand, gently touching his chest, and silently sighed without being noticed.

That afternoon, Mu Yan had just finished fetching hot water in the boiler room and stood aside waiting for her new deskmate Hu Yulu to get the water. Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed past her side.

“Why so frantic so early in the morning?” Potato Pancake looked through the car window at Yu Fei running and said puzzledly.

“Well, count yourself lucky. At least she didn’t force you to live. If it were that old witch Tiffany, she’d turn you into a puppet and let others butcher you. You’d have to endure that too,” someone complained.

Battles of this level—never mind individual moves or techniques—simply sensing the aura could greatly benefit all spectators. This was undeniable, and with the decisive move revealed, a real fight would erupt in an instant.

Su Hao spent several days writing a proposal and submitted it to Wang Xijue. In it, Su Hao thoroughly outlined his ideas for economic development, improving people’s livelihoods, and promoting technological progress, covering everything from overarching concepts to specific implementation steps. It was a comprehensive blueprint for governance.

“Your Highness, these are the various herbs that the lord ordered us to bring back,” said the scar-faced man leading the group. His voice was rough and unpleasant, like stones scraping glass, piercing the eardrums.

“Hmph, overestimating yourself…” The Holy Son slammed his palm down fiercely again. Cui Liu didn’t even have time to cry out before she collapsed lifelessly. Yet, her hands seemed rooted, still clutching the Holy Son’s leg tightly.

Over ten thousand soldiers surged toward Yan Miansheng’s command tent. Though the tent was hastily erected amidst the soldiers’ bloodshed, he feared rain and believed having the tent would bring some peace of mind.

Wang wanted to speak further but sensed Ge Xiwu Ying’s killing intent and knew more words were pointless. Yun Piaoying’s matter was of great importance, essentially a tool that couldn’t be lost unless a better one was found. He prepared for battle.

“It's all your fault! I told you not to chase that ship, but you insisted. Now look! It created such a huge wave. How are you going to dodge it?” Kasha pounded the shaman drum fiercely, scolding her husband’s foolishness. Unaware of the truth, she thought the wave was made by the Hunter.

Cheng Yi had officially joined the Geomancy Corps as a military clerk, though without rank privileges. Still, with this identity and close ties to Su Hao’s two wives, Deng Kui managed to get her a horse to spare her the hardship of marching with the soldiers.

Watching the massive silver-white limousine disappear from sight, Long Yun frowned, unable to explain why he felt uneasy. After a while, he reluctantly set off.

One more glance at the vast star river—a sea littered with countless corpses of humans and beasts—before passing through the Great Wilderness Gate to return to Lingyu Planet 6.

From initial aversion to later indifference, now to a faint excitement and enjoyment of this strange feeling—something she had never experienced before.

Entering the courtyard, Qin Yu found Qin Yu covered in tear stains, sitting by the table. A man stood before her, his back to Qin Yu, so his face was unseen.

Many had already gathered early by their TVs or online streaming rooms, eagerly awaiting this unique children’s dance competition.