Chapter 59: A Bountiful Harvest

After finishing with the fishing net, Chen Wenjun immediately boarded the boat and rowed the five-canopied vessel to an area where the current was relatively calm.

It was the first time for the two children to visit this stretch of water, and everything they saw filled them with novelty.

Liu Yaya pointed at the water weeds by the river and shouted, "Are there duck eggs in there? Uncle, should we go over and pick up some duck eggs?"

Chen Wenjun shook his head with an amused smile, "Not right now! The water level is too high. Even if there were duck eggs, they'd be soaked through and ruined—we can't pick them. Uncle will set a fish trap, and you two can go fishing. How does that sound?"

He stood up, a surge of sword qi slicing Shaqui's garments to shreds. He casually tossed a quilt over, not even sparing her a second glance.

Guan Xin struggled bitterly with a guilty conscience, wanting to confess to Mu Ze several times, but whenever she saw his tender and doting gaze, her resolve melted away. He had once said he could not bear for his "heart" to ache because it was too painful for him, and now she could not bear to make his heart ache either.

Guan Xin gave a light cough and cast a reproachful glare at Qiao Ying beside her. The remark was a bit too sensitive, or at least not something that should be asked upon a first meeting.

After all, she was only two years old. Although she understood a good deal more than her peers, she was still too young to comprehend some of the more complex matters belonging to the adult world.

Xuanye was immersed in the devastating news brought by Liang Jiugong. It was not until a figure flashed before his eyes that he snapped back to his senses, and casting aside all protocol of greeting and withdrawing, he bolted out of the Palace of Compassion and Tranquility.

The large black snake felt a deep sorrow within, sensing that this time it would surely die. However, just as it felt its blood draining dry, the desiccated corpse unexpectedly released its grip on its body.

"The Third Prince is asking the obvious." April propped herself up and crawled out from the straw-covered floor of the dungeon. Her collar was still stained with the blood from when she had forcefully bitten her tongue earlier, resembling winter's blooming wintersweet blossoms—the denser the clusters, the more startling they appeared.

Witnessing such a scene left a bitter taste in everyone's mouths; none of them wished to see someone they had just rescued perish ten years later.

A flicker of understanding crossed the Grand Empress Dowager's eyes, though she remained silent, her fingers spinning Buddhist prayer beads while her lips muttered words too indistinct to decipher.

After countless years of cultivation, coupled with the peerless accumulation from her past life, Xi Chen had finally caught up in realm, reaching the critical juncture of the Void Refining stage. Such progress was nothing short of defying the heavens for someone who could neither traverse the myriad realms nor receive resource inclinations from Shen Xian.

At that moment, several sheets of paper drifted down. Lin Xi looked up and saw them inscribed in sequence: "Master, do not be angry."

Having torn off a piece of fabric, Zhang Xian dipped his fingers into the pool of blood on the ground and began writing upon the cloth. Lei Xu, standing nearby, made no move to stop him; instead, he stepped forward to help. Zhang Xian hastily stopped him, saying, "Brother, let me bear this burden alone. You must preserve your life and watch over the other brothers for me."

Consequently, disregarding the quest to open the Wutai Sect's foundational storyline, he personally led dozens of the Demonic Alliance's most elite players.

The two True Solar Seeds were drawn into Taiyi's body and immediately refined. With this, Taiyi now possessed four True Solar Seeds, leaving five remaining.

In this great battle, aside from the members of the Vast Heaven Division, Shu Qianying and her group were also permitted to bring ten trusted aides to participate.

These objects were thoroughly decayed, transformed into pools of corrosive energy seawater after being swallowed and digested in Xiangyao's belly.

By this point, they were less than ten meters away from the crater. If they advanced just a little further, if they simply jumped down, I would no longer need to worry.

If I previously harbored even a shred of doubt as to whether he had truly entered the True Spirit Realm, I was now convinced beyond a doubt.

The more he thought about it, the more infuriated he grew. He couldn't even reach the sixth level, yet look at Taiyi—he had already successfully charged through the eighth barrier twice.

Yun Gongchou suddenly let out a fierce roar, his body vaulting into the air as he locked in combat with a figure in black. The masked intruder made no sound, blindly pressing the attack and tangling with Yun Gongchou deep within the bamboo grove.

What should have been a rather surprising turn of events ended in dashed hopes. Deciding not to linger as the night grew deep, I drove toward my villa residence, while the two cars that had been tailing me all along did not turn back either, following closely behind my vehicle.