Forty-seven, forty-seven.

The Nedew Pavilion's gold reserves formed the fundamental basis for the Lu family's survival, so the old master naturally would not easily part with them—furthermore, the ties between the Lu family and the Xie family were quite ordinary.

Following closely behind Fourth Division Captain Isane and Fourth Division member Hanataro Yamada, Lin Ming finally sensed a subtle trace of impropriety.

The Seireitei gradually grew quiet, while a figure clad in a Shinigami's standard knee-length skirt flickered up and down without pause.

Forced to widen his eyes, Lin Ming was overcome with astonishment. Zilan ought not to possess any spiritual pressure of her own; if spiritual pressure had suddenly manifested on Zilan, then Lin Ming was certain it must be the handiwork of Sosuke Aizen.

After flying upward, Saint-Paz suddenly realized that Blue Crystal's current size was incapable of killing the elephant before them in the same manner as the assassin's cuffs. Consequently, Saint-Paz made a decision mid-air: to use spatial teleportation and transmit directly onto the elephant's body.

Behind Lord Lu Feng stepped out Alokana, a delicate and pretty young woman clad in a light blue form-fitting outfit that effortlessly imparted an extra measure of maturity. She carried no weapons whatsoever, yet she emanated an unfathomable aura.

Cupping that lovely face in both hands, he rubbed it gently, pressing kiss after kiss upon those red lips. The two lingered in each other's embrace for a long time before finally parting.

Moreover, it was rumored that even the saints were not truly eternal existences; they merely existed within a single universe. Should chaos befall the cosmos, with the laws of different universes colliding against one another, who then would be able to attain true immortality?

Having heard this warning, I too grew terrified and dared not act recklessly anymore, leaving me with no choice but to stay in the hospital every single day.

A massive gang numbering a full two thousand members was utterly annihilated at the hands of a single Paladin. From that moment on, the leader of the Ultimate Destruction faction understood that the so-called underworld was nothing more than a fragile house of cards before those supreme powers.

He picked up her motionless form from the ground, brushed the dust from her face, cradled her protectively against his chest, and turned to stride away.

"Ugh." Seeing that Ye Feiyang felt like vomiting, Mu Qingyu looked around, but could find nothing suitable to catch it.

***

He sat inside the car, gazing at the pitch-black villa outside the window; Gan Lu had already turned off all the lights.

Lan Xianshu was still busy in the back kitchen while Shen Zhiqiu had taken Lanlan to ride the coin-operated rocking cars. Lan Ruohaot had gone to Blue City, having promised to come back and pick them up in the evening.

The crew members' initial wave of excitement began to subside, replaced by an unnamable tension—stepping into a completely new environment inevitably breeds such feelings.

"Teacher, I'd like to ask for leave today." I didn't even dare to raise my head, especially since the teacher had always been so indulgent with me.

The Japanese soldiers were frightened out of their wits by the sudden display and turned tail to run. Monkey and Zhu Qing aimed at their backs, and with a rapid "pop-pop" of gunfire, several more soldiers collapsed to the ground.

Yuan Qing's handsome face darkened with an ugly expression, as though Yun Xiao were some brazen female brigand and he had been forcibly carried off as her压寨 husband.

"Pop-pop!" Two consecutive shots rang out from behind, both missing their mark. The two soldiers still could not locate their target and merely fired wildly into the void.

The next day, as sunlight streamed into the bedroom, Qu You pushed open the window lattice, raised her arms, and stretched lazily. A clear and sunny day always managed to lift one's spirit, and today promised the occurrence of pleasant events.

The secret communication channels between Chu Xiang and Xiao Baoyin were highly efficient and swift, and their letters ought to have been delivered into Xiayang City well before the arrival of the Prince of Beihai's envoy.

He had arrived in this spacetime four years ago through the legendary "womb-travel," born prematurely at a mere seven-plus months. Under ancient living conditions, one could only imagine how difficult it had been for him to grow this large; had he not possessed the mind of an adult, he likely would never have survived.

Fortunately, his prestige within the clan remained very high, and his younger brother looked up to him implicitly. In the end, overriding all dissenting opinions, they decided to settle down in Linxi Village.

Gu Qingyun and his party arrived at the Li Family Village in the afternoon. By evening, various visiting cards were delivered one after another in a steady stream of incoming and outgoing guests, mostly local gentry.

***

The Duan family's ancestral hall was simple and exquisite. With few ancestors to commemorate, a dozen or so spirit tablets were arranged in a tiered, triangular formation, remarkably neat and clear.

Therefore, Wang Nanbei hoped that the other party could recognize the situation clearly and refrain from acting rashly. The best course of action would be to make the same choice as Huaxia, tossing this difficult problem to Wang Nanbei while sitting back to enjoy a share of the profits.

Seeing that I was in such a state and still had the energy to indulge in such wild and impractical dreams, the instructor prepared to give me a tongue-lashing. Yet the moment he opened his mouth, a sudden turmoil churned within his stomach. Turning his head aside, he vomited copiously onto the ground.

The surroundings were exceptionally quiet. The disciple's words had barely left his lips when Lin Yi heard them with crystal clarity, inevitably feeling a surge of astonishment. He had not expected that Soul-less would actually rank two-hundredth on the Soul Roll, and its strength was likely already at a level beyond his ability to reach.

By the time Wang Nanbei emerged from the stone house, the leading figure tilted his head to signal his companions to step inside and inspect the situation.

Wang Nanbei was well aware of the historical record detailing how an army of ten thousand troops had fled into the Returnless Valley to escape disaster, yet only a single person had ever emerged alive. He knew that those who entered the Returnless Valley would be trapped by all manner of labyrinths, and he knew that entering the valley was tantamount to death.

Without a word of explanation, she grasped the pair of well-knuckled, elegant hands belonging to Mo Xize, kneading them thoroughly from top to bottom and left to right.

Stepping across the threshold, everyone present cast gazes of mingled astonishment and wonder toward the young and handsome man, each silently voicing sincere admiration from the depths of their hearts.

Speaking softly, devoid of any superfluous emotion: "Han, before we even realized it, our child has already grown this large."

"Eight million!" A resounding yet piercing cry rang out from behind the crowd. Ouyang Lian sat composedly in his chair, gazing calmly ahead. Although the rules dictated that bids must follow the sequence of raised placards, he seemed to lack the luxury of time at this moment.