Chapter 49: The Past of the Little Ancestor

Seeing the little great-aunt start to cry, Yu Zhisheng panicked and awkwardly hugged her, gently patting her on the back.

Unused to comforting others, he coaxed awkwardly, "Don't cry, little great-aunt, please don't cry. You still have me, your dutiful descendant, right here with you."

Oh, thank goodness he had turned off the livestream, or the internet would already be flooded with trending searches about him making the little great-aunt cry.

Being a qualified descendant really wasn't all that easy.

Yu Danxue cried for quite a while before her sobbing gradually subsided.

Having not been seen for over a year, the decor of the Hall of Mirrors had been streamlined significantly, yet it remained intensely magnificent. Eighteen exquisitely carved circular columns resembled colossal trees of white marble, and every available surface was covered in murals. Layer upon layer of mercury-silver mirror windows were embedded into the dome, reflecting the interior of the grand hall into countless dense, mirrored images.

Liu Danqing let out a soft sigh. His life was destined for solitude, and certain emotions could only be vented in secret.

The dust-covered floor had been deliberately swept. Beneath him lay a tattered straw mat, his upper body bare, with a hemostatic bandage wrapped around his left shoulder. The arrow had already been extracted, leaving only a dull, throbbing pain in the wound. A pale lotus-pink outer garment was draped over him.

In the end, Ling Hao still gave him that look, as if gazing at a monkey. Meanwhile, Jiao Youwei listened, convinced that the blonde punk was speaking in code to mock and ridicule his previous Tai Chi posturing. This made Jiao Youwei's heart skip a beat, realizing that if he didn't make a choice now, he would completely offend the blonde punk.

Upon seeing this move executed, Yan Faxian's expression changed instantly. To make matters worse, at that very moment, he was simultaneously locked onto by the spiritual aura of Xue Lingyuan's divine ability, giving him an overwhelming sense of having reached a dead end.

Watching those fists, harder than a pledge of loyalty, punch hole after hole into the ground, Lin Ai's eyes twitched violently.

This octopus beast possessed strength at the early stage of the Core Formation realm, which was decent enough, but it could pose no threat to Ye Tian.

He had pointed at Han Dong and told him to come down—shouldn't that have involved using the regular stairs? Who could have anticipated such a breathtaking method instead?

The figure in black resting in her lap had woken up at some unknown point, staring fixedly at her. His pupils, so dark red they appeared almost black, resembled the last lingering rays of golden sunlight burning before twilight, saturated with intense and icy murderous intent.

Heh, of course not. Had he not been so careless as to become trapped within this wind wall, he believed that with his true strength, losing would have been utterly impossible. Saying such things was merely a ploy to make Sun Wuji withdraw the surrounding wind wall so that he could launch a counterattack.

In truth, she had never even been to the county town. She shared the common mindset of all rural folk: the larger the place, the more chaotic the public security, because a greater population inevitably meant more badgers.

The martial arts practice field of the Divine Dragon Academy was massive, featuring no fewer than a hundred square arenas, each hundreds of meters in diameter. Once the martial tournament commenced, all disciples would engage in sparring matches upon them.

When customers came to her shop and saw how enthusiastic and hardworking she was, they would feel embarrassed not to buy at least a few items and take them away.

Overbearing sword qi erupted continuously from the tips of their two swords, striking directly at the hind legs of the phantom birth beast.

"They're chasing us out! I'd rather fall to my death than be eaten alive," said a water-attribute male student.

Was it because he had saved me that I remembered him at a time like this? Or had this savior simply remained deeply buried at the bottom of my heart all along?

Fortunately, Han Qianyu was in the tenth group—neither at the very front nor the very back. Such a position offered a distinct advantage, as he could draw valuable experience from the disciples tested before him.

Sun Haochi was open-minded enough; it wasn't long before he cleared his mind, packed up his emotions, and set off on his return journey to consume those five Marrow-Condensing Pills to temper his bones.

With a heavy "clack," an exquisitely packaged gift box of considerable weight crashed to the ground and fell apart. The colorful filler paper, meant to cushion the blow and elevate its prestige, scattered everywhere, drawing the attention of even more onlookers. Some passersby outside the shop even stopped in their tracks to watch the commotion.

Indeed, he was still far too naive. Yet, he did not complain or harbor resentment simply because his ideas could not be implemented, which was quite commendable.