At fifty, he hired an assistant.

A loud response shattered the morning’s tranquility. Their so-called "please" was actually just slightly better than being tightly bound. Teacher Feng Yu had taught her many things, and this time she was determined to perform well and live up to the expectations of the honorable president.

Li Linhuai carried Huai Xi with long strides toward the nearby camel, carefully settling her down with the wind at their back. Before he could turn to glance at Chang Jiu behind him, a vast cloud of dust and sand swept over them. In an instant, the sand and stones flew like a storm, darkening the sky and earth, and the only sound was the howling wind; nothing could be seen.

If Qin Xue knew what Chu Molin was thinking, she would surely kick him—a grown man jealous over two children, how embarrassing.

After a few minutes, a mighty wave of magical energy came from ahead. The space seemed like a lake disturbed by a thrown stone, rippling with faint circles. The scene before them distorted, turning into a slowly rotating spatial vortex.

What would it be like for these two tender-skinned youngsters to spend every day with hundreds of burly hill folk?

Knowing Fu Botao was awake, a steady stream of visitors came to the ward each day. Gu Pan’er couldn’t keep showing a sour face, so she temporarily let go of Fu Botao’s scandal and devoted herself wholeheartedly to nursing his health.

“Uh, why is Captain Chu here?” Li Lan murmured as she watched Chu Molin walk away.

“Mom, did you not rest well yesterday?” Luo Ling looked closely at Han Louying’s face, noticing the pale fatigue beneath her smile, and asked with concern.

“Chu Molin, you’re right,” Qin Xue said calmly as she looked at Fang Xiu. It seemed that after venting her emotions, she chose to live well.

Tong Xia’er, upon hearing the amount she quoted to the man, coquettishly smiled and said she had a place where no room was needed, already understanding the situation.

Xia Shuying looked at the child before her and thought of giving birth to her. She had never held her properly, and now the child was gone—departing. She wept bitterly, unable to comprehend why reality was so cruel. Her child, whom she had never truly seen, was now a final farewell; she would never see her again.

Thus, during this period, some cultivators remained in the outer area. But even with extended time, their numbers never grew too large.

From afar, the “Forest of Death” appeared as an endless, primeval forest—vast and ancient.

Wen Yan’s gaze fell upon a handsome man descending from upstairs, dressed in a tailor-made suit. He was tall, estimated to be at least 1.85 meters.

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Ultimately, it was your dishonesty to blame—you clearly wanted to marry her but insisted otherwise. Tsk, such a stubborn man.

The cold wind soon caught up to Wen Yan, but to avoid drawing attention to them, it kept a respectful distance.

Today, Li Tian planned to bring the Buddha’s Thousand-Hand Guanyin to Wanbao Studio for sale. Money was urgently needed. Though reluctant, he had no choice; after all, he was short on funds.

Among these cultivators, many were outer disciples of the Golden Water Sect, easily recognized by their standardized robes.

Conversely, if someone left the “Wind and Thunder Ravine,” they were quite likely to visit the “Ice and Flame Valley.”

The Mountain God’s body lightened and was sucked into the tornado’s vortex, flying uncontrollably toward it.

Empress Dowager Changsun’s voice grew anxious as she looked at Li Shimin, who remained unresponsive. She was on the verge of summoning the imperial physician.

With graceful movements, Huo Yanchen picked up his phone and glanced at the displayed name, his gaze briefly freezing.

If, when uttering those words, she had restrained her gaze instead of wandering to the three men’s lower bodies, they might not have reacted so strongly.

“Hey! What do you mean? I’m the one who surrendered, what does that have to do with Longhu Mountain?” Yin Que immediately retorted; he did not want to return branded a sinner of Longhu Mountain.

It was less about admiring flowers and more about covertly selling them, yet tourists were delighted. As Xiliu City was a transit hub among five nations, merchants rarely stayed long, so being able to enjoy some flowers and relax was a stroke of luck.

Or perhaps, Marquis Xinchang Li Pu was originally part of the Late Red Mansion faction, rising in prominence as the Heavenly Sovereign campaigned north and south. Or maybe his success over the years was thanks to the secret support of the Late Red Mansion?

When the target appeared suddenly, the media went wild, desperately pushing past security to swarm Shi Suqian, thrusting microphones forward.

He looked exactly like a steaming toad; Brother Zhang’s demeanor was a stark contrast to his previous arrogance.

Lin Junxiong ordered the Sixth Brigade to enter the city from two northwestern directions. With coordinated inside and outside forces and numerical superiority, by dawn, the New First Army had fully secured Changchun. Assisted by Wu Dafang’s detachment, they conducted a thorough sweep of the city overnight.

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Seeing this, Gao Qing gritted his teeth and pulled a check from his pocket, placing it atop the previous one. Yet the twitching expression on his face revealed the deep-seated hatred gnawing at him.

The Lone Wolf’s sudden action was meant to confirm his suspicions, and Lin Feng’s response indisputably validated them. Now, Lin Feng was delirious—any moving or sound-producing object attracted his attacks.

Baosheng and Baoqin covered their mouths stifling laughter, while A Zhu and A Zi’s lips twitched uncontrollably.

He was a man tormented by inner demons; no matter how blessed the spiritual lands, he could never enjoy them.

Slightly unwilling but knowing there was no time to ponder or feel, he increased his speed and charged into the forest again.

After a satisfying meal, Gu Anran sat in the courtyard, watching her sister sew while quietly teaching Baosheng and Baoqin housekeeping skills, rules, and other knowledge.

On the fifth day after Elder Liu’s death, Elder Yun sought out Fifth Brother. This weighed heavily on him, for he had already guessed Elder Yun’s purpose in coming.

Wang Tianxu looked at the three companions meditating inside, his eyes no longer reflecting the same gaze he had when looking at Yu Feng, but rather sympathy or a resigned contentment with his own situation.

Growing up, he gradually understood his brother’s inner pain but had no way to comfort him, only silently watching, trying not to anger him.

Yet even more shocking events lay ahead, as Lin Yun suddenly shook his head gently.

“Alright, I’ll take it,” Chu Zhiyao said, raising his hand to receive the jade seal and helping Qing Ning to her feet. As she stood, Qing Ning glanced at Chu Zhiyao with a look of both relief and remorse.