Chapter 48: The Needle Fell Silently, and She Heard the Heart’s Wall Crack Open

The needle suspended in midair, reflecting the flickering oil lamp, mirrored Shen Guilan’s wavering heart at this moment.

She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly, yet she still pushed the needle through the edge of the padded jacket and deftly tied a knot.

But her heart was already in turmoil, never to return to the calmness of before.

After the rain ceased, the sky was washed bright, sunlight piercing through the clouds and flooding the Shen family’s small courtyard.

The newly repaired roof cast a shadow on the ground...

“Why aren’t you going to help him up yet?” Yang Long commanded behind him. Immediately, two people stepped forward to assist Yang Cheng.

Lin Yu didn’t ponder further and slipped inside. Upon entering, he saw Qi Zhen, Qiu Yue, and the others present. Their eyes simultaneously turned to him, coldly snorting and ignoring each other.

The cliff’s base was too narrow, bringing Lin Yu and the old spirit of Qing ever closer. The phantom of the Reincarnation Sword began to manifest faintly in Lin Yu’s hand, shimmering with pale light. The old spirit of Qing was preoccupied with two skeletons and didn’t notice.

“I’m done playing brotherly affection here. I’m tired. You can sleep on the floor in the living room yourself.” Nan Zhe turned to leave, so furious he lost his appetite.

According to the laws of the cultivation world, the stronger the cultivator, the heavier the karmic consequences they bear. Coupled with the refinement of essence into qi, the probability of bearing offspring is extremely low.

“I truly hope the war ends soon, that the Northeast returns to peace, just like Harbin, where people no longer endure the suffering of war. Today, the citizens of Harbin are reborn, their faces radiant with happiness under a peaceful life!” Xie Tian said, and both he and Xiao Shan’s eyes gleamed with hope for the dawn.

Whether engaged in battles on the main front or taking a brief respite, He Yanxiao needed a relatively safe space.

The towering skyscrapers rose like majestic giants under the sunlight. Two rows of overpasses ascended into the sky. The staggered shops, commercial pedestrian streets, and residential buildings layered upon one another displayed exquisite craftsmanship, yet no people were seen. Only in front of the sales office did colorful flags flutter amid bustling crowds, full of cheerful laughter and song.

Seeing this, Sulina’s eyes flickered with a hint of disappointment; it seemed the beauty trap would not work.

“Come in! I’ve already bathed, drank ginger soup, and gotten into bed,” Han Qinhu smiled gently, stepping aside to let her pass.

“Master, here are two invitations from Consort Rongshu,” Yuehua stepped forward, handing the items to Lady Ulanara.

The person sitting in the front row was also a formidable cultivator at the Liquid Transformation stage and a human cultivator. Judging by the attire—a striking red robe with a large red flower on the head—the appearance was quite peculiar.

Yan Shaojie was not the kind to be intimidated by a few words. At once, he ordered his men to seize Qing Luan. It must be said, Qing Luan truly miscalculated this time; Yan Shaojie’s appearance alone was beyond her expectations.

“Despicable monkey, how dare you steal my treasure!” the golden dragon roared, glaring fiercely from its dragon eyes.

Before him stood a boy of about thirteen or fourteen, plain-looking, with dark skin and several claw marks on his right cheek.

Observing the steps and color coding above, she judged the stage based on the parts her son held and then helped Gu Anxing find the next few components, placing them by his side.

She no longer wished to have any entanglement with this man, not even the heart-wrenching connections. Yu Silan did not want to endure that pain again.

Ji Wanrong had few hobbies, but painting was one she pursued persistently and even worked part-time in an art studio.

“Brother Zhang Xiao, it’s alright. I can still hold on for one more round. Now that you’re here, we will definitely win,” her beautiful eyes sparkled brightly.

Although she could rely on the background of the Liancheng Manual as support, the Liancheng Manual was merely the Lian family. Now, she was just the heir, not yet in full control of the family’s true power. Xu Yan dared not take risks.

In an instant, cultivators from Zhao and the Great Chu states moved swiftly, all heading toward the Nameless Valley in the Great Chu state.