Chapter 50: Rather Disgusting

As soon as these words were spoken.

To be fair, Yuan Hong was quite good-looking and his acting was competent. If he had joined any film company, he might not have become the leading man, but he certainly wouldn't have ended up as obscure as he did in later years.

This was the wisdom of the three sisters, and also the plan they had long ago agreed upon—a way to ensure that the family's harmony would last forever. Only by defending the family as one, without division or selfishness, could they ensure eternal happiness, loyalty, and devotion through life and death.

Of the fifteen remaining items, Lingxiao planned to keep the Netherworld Ghost Claw for himself, distributing the rest between Lin Yang and Ling Jiaojiao, one for each.

The old man driving the carriage sighed and said, "This is the Profound Realm—a world of warriors. Only powerful men can protect their wives."

Just as Xu Yan stood in the darkness, lost and bewildered, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

A man at the first step of the Fifth-turn Silver Mastery Realm unleashed a surge of profound, vigorous power from within.

Wang Lang surveyed the surroundings, and under the "Mystic Realm," he instantly detected more than twenty gunmen hidden nearby. Each of them was panting heavily, clearly not as swift as the two old men—only now had they managed to catch up.

She had washed her hair as well; it was still wet and dripping, hanging over her shoulders and dampening the bare skin there, unprotected by sleeves.

Yet, she was puzzled. Had these people perhaps dreamed the same dream as she? Or was there truly something here that attracted them all to investigate?

The ox soldier strutted away with a smug look, triumphant before the two ox guards. The two exchanged glances, each seeing the other's embarrassment.

"Looking at you, all dressed up like a person, I suggest you'd be better off finding a female dog!" Qingyuan Nanni began to retort sharply.

She placed it atop her head, quietly edging closer to the King of Mountain Sparrows. The king appeared fearful, trembling slightly. Shuber used his inner core to draw out the king's poison, and in under ten minutes, the king's complexion shifted from purple to red, finally returning to its natural color.

As they spoke, the vehicle had already stopped at a station. A crowd surged on board, each person from a different walk of life. The uncle had opened his eyes, still hoping to meet a young lady as delicate as lilac.

“Hmph, this crown prince is far too overbearing, taking up the entire wide street for himself,” Huaxiang sighed, muttering as she occasionally glanced up at the sky.

As Yunyan wondered what had happened, Li Yuting suddenly strode straight toward her.

Up to this moment, her body was still falling downward. She had tried to use her magic to climb upwards, but it was futile.

But now, things had completely diverged from her original intention. The path of playing the fool, quietly amassing a fortune, was no longer possible.

In a certain sense, happiness can be very simple. We can sense happiness in the dazzling fall of an autumn leaf, in the quiet flow of a meandering stream, or in a candle waiting patiently for dawn.

Mo Zhihua covered her mouth, while Gu Jiu looked incredulous. "Are you telling the truth? Is there any humanity left in such actions?"

In fact, this place was indeed the same one Jin Yan had visited before, though Gu Youlan still had no idea. Moreover, the ice crystal snow cave that had been here earlier had vanished without a trace, and even the two ice crystal dragon pillars outside were nowhere to be seen.