Volume 1, Chapter 47: Rebirth Means Living Anew

The summer evening heat still lingered close to the ground, and the suffocating atmosphere of the funeral home tugged at the sweat glands beneath shirts. The courtyard was crowded with guests coming and going, but Xu Zhengchen’s father was conspicuously absent.

"Come and eat," Li Xiaoyue said to them after placing a stir-fried tomato and egg dish and a large bowl of noodles onto the dining table.

Su Yiyan reached out a finger and poked Fu Qingchen’s muscular chest. His muscles were firm and felt quite pleasant to the touch.

"What utter bloody nonsense. Go find someone else for this favor, because I am not helping," Gu Cheng replied curtly.

Hearing Jiang Qiqi say this, Li Yanchen’s face darkened instantly, his gaze turning as cold and murderous as winter frost. Noticing this, Su Yiyan tugged at Li Yanchen’s hand and said, "It’s fine. I believe Feng Qianqian won't be able to stir up any real trouble." Despite Su Yiyan's reassurance, Li Yanchen remained uneasy.

My void can soften the nominal energy shielding layer of the stone wall, and then his sword can shatter the weakened ground.

Damai knew that Zhou Haiyang was pursuing her, but she had not the slightest feeling for him. Ordinarily, she maintained a modicum of politeness simply because Zhou Haiyang was a friend of her cousin, yet she had not expected him to push his luck further and further.

No matter the cultivation technique or martial art, Li Menghan only needed to practice it once. Once she comprehended its profound essence, she naturally disdained wasting time on techniques she had already mastered.

Even after resigning, Damai continued to work at the airline and did not choose to vanish.

In earlier times, government forces would often venture into the mountains to encircle and suppress the bandits. Yet upon reaching this place, the towering and perilous mountains on both sides rendered them helpless; even knowing the bandits were hiding in the peaks, they could only gaze at the mountains and sigh in despair, for no one could possibly climb up.

"Very well, we shall thoroughly discuss the disposal of the gold and jewels and how to deal with the impending crisis tomorrow. After such a tumultuous night, we need our sleep as well. Wanda, you go rest too," the lady said, casting an affectionate glance at the somewhat sleepy Shang Ling.

Boss Long spoke leisurely, his tone thoroughly feigned, yet laden with three parts malice, three parts jealousy, and four parts envy.

Ji Junyue swept a cool glance across Zhang Xianli, easily discerning the rejection hidden in the depths of his eyes. Fortunately, although this prefect was somewhat muddled, the son he had raised was reasonably upright.

He lowered his gaze to look at the white wolf, which kept rubbing against his trouser legs as if trying to comfort him while also consoling itself. He stared at it for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Meier, it's so late, where have you been? Why aren't you back yet!" Rong Mofeng’s anxious voice suddenly echoed in Shui Mei’s ear.

"Look, everyone, did you see that?! A Black Prison Owl-Dragon arrived, and they thought they’d found a powerful backer! Who would have guessed it would be swatted away into oblivion in just a couple of moves? Shouldn't we consider alternative exits?" Elf A chimed in, his body trembling as he voiced his opinion.

Night Yan furrowed her brows slightly. For some reason, she suddenly felt as though the older man was hiding something.

The Primordial Chaos Ancestor smiled faintly, produced two exquisitely transparent jade bottles, and with a solemn tone, gave repeated instructions.

Hearing her words, An Ben forced a smile. "Seeing you makes me happy to work." With that, An Ben extended a pair of bear-paw-like hands and roughly grabbed Ju'er a few times, as if seeking to thoroughly vent all the frustrations weighing on his heart.

Indeed! The Hippo organization getting into trouble was an immensely fortunate event for us, since they were our hostile faction. As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is a friend. Now that a powerful force was giving the Hippo faction a hard time, even if they didn't die, they would certainly be left half-crippled.

She needed to concentrate fully on controlling her supreme martial energy to coalesce in her fist, delivering a devastating, full-strength blow to the tree.

Yet he himself was completely unaware, for soon after his sermon concluded successfully, the Sun Deity and the Supreme Lord had departed for the Immortal Realm. The Immortal Realm was currently engulfed in a raging war, making it the ideal training ground—the only place where their true prowess could be fully unleashed.

At this, Nian Yangfei glanced toward the depths of the cave, and I instantly tensed up. Could there still be something lurking inside?

My eyes remained fixed dead-on upon the bottle of toilet bowl cleaner hurtling toward me; right now, that object was my ultimate lifeline.

Hearing the other party's remark, Luo Hao sneered inwardly, though he felt utterly helpless at the same time. This artifact spirit was truly too bizarre and unreliable.

Sitting in the stone chair all along, Bai Yizhu lifted her willow-like brows slightly, a sliver of icy glint flashing quietly through her pretty eyes.

My sorrow effortlessly pierced through his lies; reacting with anything more would only draw his disgust, and I was not foolish enough to sink to that level.

Yet there was nothing—aside from boundless solitude, there was nothing at all. I pressed my forehead against the car body, and as I closed my eyes, they grew slightly damp.

Zeus was the first to step onto the arena stage. Looking at the plump man slowly walking toward the arena from afar, he felt a wellspring of complex emotions. After all, when they first started out, this fatty had been one of his premier generals, and the hidden strength he possessed was more than enough to claim the leading position among the four major top-tier guilds.

Thinking of the heavenly tribulation, Yuan Fuqiang raised his head to gaze at the sky above, a faint wave of excitement stirring in his heart. Unlike other cultivators who trembled in fear at the mention of tribulations, Yuan Fuqiang actually looked forward to them somewhat. Back in the mortal realm, the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth had been too scarce, making it impossible for large-scale tribulations to form.

Ye Nan frowned in deep thought for a long time. Returning to Huaxia felt like a curse hanging over him. Opening a food ingredient shop in Huaxia came with numerous restrictions, and sooner or later, he might run into someone like Chen Jianjun. Ye Nan had no idea what attitude he should adopt when facing the elders.

"Who looked down on him? Who looked down on him? The Second Prince of the Yongzhen Prince’s Estate—to think anyone would actually dare to look down on him?!" Hearing this, Jinxi glared with displeasure, just short of placing her hands on her hips to scold him.

In all those letters, not a single one spoke of giving up Zhang Chu. She had constantly urged Zhang Chu to wait for her, loving him even more than her own mother and father.

"Practice the technique I gave you diligently. It was specifically tailored for your group," Ye Tian said, looking at Guo Lengyue. "If any of the remaining people break through to the Spirit Warrior realm, pass it on to them as well."

Stopping in his tracks, Ding Yan turned his head to look at Star Lord Wulai, failing to understand why his attitude had suddenly changed.

Among the awards just presented, Best Art Direction went to *Batman Begins: The Dark Knight*, the winner for Best Costume Design was *The Duchess*, and the Best Makeup award once again fell to *Batman Begins: The Dark Knight*.

Lan Xi also noticed Ye Tian’s white hair. What kind of agonizing torment could possibly turn someone's hair white overnight? Seeing Ye Tian in this state, Lan Xi’s eyes grew slightly red. She rushed forward to embrace him and cried out, "Tian'er, what has happened to you? Why has all your hair turned white?" she asked, gazing at him with deep concern.

"Whether you are or not, as long as you believe you are, that is enough," Wang Yuhao uttered those inexplicable words.

"Wuwuwu... You said we'd go play once the rain stopped... and you said you wouldn't lie to me..." Qi Lang covered his eyes with both hands, acting as though he was about to wail loudly, though the aroma of the porridge Jinxi was drinking made his mouth water uncontrollably.