Chapter 49: You Can't Afford It

Ye Chen’s expression turned cold, his tone laced with anger.
“Whether I can afford it or not, what does that have to do with you?”
Today, Liu Dali had specially brought Su Yan to look at houses. The two had already settled on a rowhouse villa worth ten million.
For ordinary people, that was a sky-high price.
Originally, Liu Dali hadn’t even…
A vague sense of unease crept over me. As she drew closer, I subtly edged further inward.
Thor immediately dared not look elsewhere, focusing intently on his own recovery, preparing himself to be thrashed by His Majesty.
The entire Nine Heavens seemed to shift colors at a whim: sometimes a deep blue-green, sometimes a dazzling white, at times a fiery red, sometimes pitch-black, sometimes a riot of brilliant hues, and at others shrouded in a misty white—ever-changing, endlessly transforming.
Old Master Gu’s temple twitched. He shot Gu Liyan an exasperated glance, but since Gu Liyan rarely praised anyone, hearing such words filled Old Master Gu’s heart with more delight than annoyance.
“If I knew why she did it, would I need to ask you?” Gu Liyan replied, his face expressionless.
As for the Tianfei Flower, Meng Xianlin had once seen it among the Meng clan. He’d found the blossom odd and had toyed with it, but as for the story behind it, he knew nothing.
Hearing this, the chief suddenly fell silent. Their contract specifically required them to secure the author’s copyright, as adaptations were the core of their company’s business.
Yan Yu said nothing, but felt a subtle stirring within her, prompting her to reflect more deeply.
“No need,” Gu Liyan said. Tang Muxi, almost instinctively, glanced over at him. Gu Liyan reached out and crooked his finger at her.
Meng Xianlin hastily picked up the Ziyuan Sword, then looked around. Mu Yuan’ge was never without this sword; it was unthinkable for it to be left behind.
Influence has both breadth and depth; you gain cultivation spirit energy based on both! Do you understand? It’s not simply calculated by the number of people affected! Counting heads is one method, but breadth and depth are also ways to measure! Do you get it?
The Demon Flood Dragon King’s roar was full of fury. With a thunderous crash, an enormous head—neither quite a dragon nor wholly not—emerged from the depths of the demon sea, terrifying and grotesque. Savage yellow eyes fixed on Xu Wen, and with a gaping maw, it spat forth a torrent of demonic energy, morphing into fierce azure flames that surged toward him.
He drew out the silver-grade Ghost Head Blade that had shattered the bonds of love. As an eighth-level weapon, it was still immensely valuable.
“Did you sense it?” Kakashi gave a wry smile, though Sasuke’s keen observation continued to surprise him.
“This brings us to the point.” Old Ye summoned a ball of flame into his hand, glowing entirely with a violet light. If you looked closely, you might find yourself lost in its alien fire, as though caught in endless cycles of reincarnation, with no end in sight.
“Damn it!” Neji was forced to use his ninjutsu, “White Flash,” once again. After forming the hand seals, Neji broke free of the quicksand and moved in front of Gaara, ready to attack.
A single high-grade energy stone, or a combined stack of many low-grade stones, contained such immense power that it could keep an interstellar ship traveling tirelessly through the cosmos for many years.
“And, if you encounter danger or wish to quit in the Forest of Death, you can remove your kunai. You’ll be transported back, but your qualification will be revoked. Whether you value your life or completing the exam—decide for yourselves.” After Night Burial spoke, the candidates looked at their kunai in surprise, having never imagined it could be so important.
“Put them under house arrest and strip them of all authority in Konoha.” The Third Hokage dismissed the pair, and the familiar ANBU operatives appeared behind him.
“Enough with the nonsense. Shut up.” The other person could only fall silent, the two crouching in the grass as if observing something.