Chapter 49: Heading to the Disaster Zone

"Forget about them if they won't reach out. That family was never any good anyway."

As Qiao Yufen spoke, she held the sweater she was knitting up against Shen Qingyao to compare the size.

"Don't waste any more thought on it. Shen Mengyi was hospitalized today, so she has no time to discuss this with you."

"What? Hospitalized!?"

Shen Qingyao, who had been deep in thought, burst out laughing the very next second.

Her eyes curved with amusement, and the corners of her mouth lifted. "No way, how did Shen Mengyi end up in the hospital? She actually..."

"What are you standing around for? Your classmate had a sudden medical emergency, get her to the hospital right now!" The restaurant owner, seeing Xia Fan sitting motionless and assuming he was just frightened, shouted to remind him.

At this moment, Ning Hao was sweating profusely. If this idiot were to run his mouth and blurt things out, the consequences would be truly unimaginable.

The cultivator surnamed Bi nearby shook his head with deep regret, then said with envy, "I heard that some old eccentric spent three and a half million spiritual stones to buy Yu Yan as the number one cultivator on the Immortal Sealing Roll. At the time, many people thought that person was either a prodigal or a madman."

The third type of mercenaries consisted of those who operated entirely alone. Such individuals generally fell into two categories: either their strength was too low for even temporary squads to deign to accept them, or their strength was so formidable that they disdained temporary squads or permanent mercenary groups, preferring to walk the path alone.

After a long while, Jing Chen wiped the tears from his face. Ao Feng was right; just being able to see her one more time and knowing she was still alive was enough. Since he had failed to hold onto her in the past, he should now bless her. Marrying Night Blade might turn out better for her than staying by his side—at least the person protecting her could offer her an absolutely secure shelter.

Not only Xia Fan, but everyone else present, including Liu Yue, was utterly stunned by the scene before them. Committing murder with a firearm in broad daylight was a crime punishable by death.

He and his companions had teetered on the brink of life and death several times before finally stepping into the peak realm of the Pill Transformation stage. Although the greater part of their enlightenment lay within the mind and willpower, without Yuyang Lin and the other two firmly believing they were already facing death, they could never have attained such an opportunity.

Dozens of demon kings at the Pill Transformation stage who were close by instantly swept their spiritual senses in all directions, causing the surrounding mountains to echo with wave after wave of bestial roars.

Raising a hand to cover her mouth in a yawn, Yan Shu tipped backward, lying down fully clothed on the inner side of the bed, and drifted into a heavy slumber.

As the words fell, the man violently ripped off his outer garment, rolled his neck twice, and with every ounce of his remaining strength, lunged fiercely toward Yan Shu, clutching a dagger.

Chang Lan’s previously flamboyant and unbridled expression instantly darkened. Something seemed to churn within her eyes before she finally took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked toward the eastern side, where a few scattered fragments of stone floated loosely, looking utterly out of place amidst the surrounding exquisite and magnificent floating peaks.

In the corner of the meeting room, seeing Zuobin win over the crowd so effortlessly, Yu Wanchen uncrossed her arms. Clenching her petite fists tightly, she despised Zuobin’s pathetic act of playing the victim and felt a strong urge to stride over and punch him.

"No matter what, we must ensure that our communication line with Comrade Hongge remains completely undisturbed, and her demands must still be treated as our highest priority," he ordered in a deep voice.

What unparalleled talent, peerless prodigy, legendary figure of the future—every glittering, flattering epithet he could find was heaped upon Mu Qing.

Yet when he finally pulled himself ashore and turned his head, he beheld a sight that would sear itself into his memory for the rest of his life, a sight so horrifying it made his eyes split with rage.

"Brute force won't work." Qin Ruixi, however, felt that Yun Jingyao's comprehension was quite good; from just a casual remark of his, she had instantly analyzed the two most likely possibilities.

Wen Weihang then reluctantly loosened his grip, staring at Qiu Mo with an obsessed, infatuated gaze that was tender and utterly focused.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll shoot!" Gao Qing shouted nervously. Yet the masked man seemed entirely deaf to his warning, continuing his headlong charge without the slightest hesitation, closing the dozen-or-so-meter gap in the blink of an eye.

Mu Qianxun listened intently, her pretty brow furrowing into a tight knot as a tempest of complex emotions churned within her chest, an indescribable bitterness. So it turned out that Mo Xue hadn't been unwilling to save her mother; rather, Mo Xue had been powerless to save herself at that time, nearly losing her life to Mo Feng, and thus had been utterly incapable of sparing a hand to rescue her mother.