Chapter Fifty-Nine: Did He Hallucinate?

Ouyang Junyan helped his mother up, gazing at this woman who, in this lifetime, had endured so many hardships, only to marry such a useless man—his father—and spend her days living in constant fear. How pitiful. In order to survive, to keep his mother from being hurt by these men, Ouyang Junyan had promised to repay the money. But within three days, he needed to gather forty-five thousand! He was merely a newly admitted university student at S University—where could he possibly find forty-five thousand?

“Mom, are you hungry?” Ouyang rummaged through the house and found a few packets of instant noodles, cooking two to make do for himself and his mother.

He hadn’t expected someone else to arrive!

Bang, bang, bang! The person kept pounding on the door, making Ouyang jump in fright. He thought—

Master Yundan said, “Although this is our first meeting, I feel a strong affinity with you. I ought to introduce you, but the Soul-Devouring Powder is tied to memories my master would rather not revisit, so I’m unsure if she’ll be willing to help.”

“You scoundrel, release the Soul Binder at once! If you do, I won’t pursue responsibility and will let you leave freely!” Master Bingchan drew in a deep breath.

Ling Yunzi laughed, “Friend Long Luo, offering a celestial-grade treasure as a reward has never happened in the Eastern Wilderness Tournament. May I ask what kind of treasure it is?” Long Luo replied, “Just keep watching, my friend.”

Upon hearing this, the Black Duke’s expression instantly darkened. From this single remark, the true intentions of the Ice Emperor were clear.

If it truly happened, the reputation of the Ross family would suffer greatly across the world, and his own position within the family would be severely affected.

Although this force could not compare with the Nine Clans, one must realize this was but a single stronghold of the Beast Tribe. The power of the myriad-beast mountain alone was enough to annihilate all other factions beyond the Nine Clans. If the Beast Tribe’s entire army were to mobilize, the scale would be unimaginable.

Seeing this familiar figure, Xiao Yunfei couldn’t help but be stunned. Between them lay a one-year promise, but now, not even half a year had passed. He had never expected the other party to return so suddenly, appearing at the Xiao residence.

On a certain day three months later, Mo Xueyan suddenly opened her eyes. At that moment, she appeared strangely extreme; her pupils were one black, one white.

“But—” Yuan Chen began.

“There’s no ‘but’. Just wait here,” Ling Tianjue said, and then plunged back into the sea. Beneath the waves lay a city rich in spiritual energy—a place where all manner of herbs grew. This was the medicine garden of the Mermen Tribe, rarely visited by others. Suddenly, a white figure appeared out of nowhere.

Lu Xuan knew he’d been deceived, but he couldn’t muster any anger, especially since every word spoken by Gong Jin’nan seemed to deeply resonate within him, making them easy to accept.

Meanwhile, as Angimata ceased her movements, the deep red energy shield, which had been expanding outward, drew back to encircle Lin Miao and Gaia. The streets and buildings previously transformed into antimatter reverted, regaining their original forms.

Thus, most singers decided to go directly to the Three Saints Village for auditions. For them, the audition itself was a rare, precious opportunity.

At that moment, a faint noise came from the direction of the door. Hui, who was inside, instinctively looked up, only to see three men at her doorstep. Two of them were peering around the door, and when they noticed her gaze, they immediately broke into smiles.

“Who awakens first from the great dream? In this life, I alone know myself. The thatched cottage offers deep, restful spring sleep, while the sun lingers outside the window.” Mr. Luo’s poem perfectly captures the comfort and leisure of sleeping until one wakes naturally, suffused with a sense of transcendence. Of course, this poem refers to Master Wolong, not Young Dragon.

Old Master Xia almost nodded in agreement, but then thought something was amiss. The Luo family had barely made contact in the past year, yet the Chen family had helped quite a bit, sending things again and again.

Roger clasped his hands behind his back and said, “You have no right to hang them.” It seemed Roger had chosen to reason.

After violent turbulence, the spaceship entered the atmosphere. This was the original Helgai planet—the one destroyed overnight—rumored to be the headquarters of Shtar.