Chapter 50: I Am Not Worthy of This From You

Jiang Ning was utterly speechless to find that he had mistaken the bird she had painstakingly embroidered for a rat.

"Pei Heng, I know my embroidery is terrible."

"But no matter how bad it is, how could you possibly mistake a bird for a rat?"

"Do you have any idea how long and how many hours I spent embroidering this sachet?"

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Through the cocoon of light, faint, snake-like energy tendrils could be vaguely seen slithering across Li Zhangkong's body, seemingly remolding his physical form.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Bu Congyang grew secretly alarmed. His opponent remained completely invisible, yet judging by the continuous stream of attacks, the adversary must have possessed a massive hoard of protective talismans.

Dressed in casual home attire, Luo Bing offered a smiling greeting before heading downstairs.

Madam Lily's words pierced Gao Xiong's heart like a knife. He would never forget the old man who had slapped him across the face in his lifetime; thus, even without Madam Lily's request, he would seize any opportunity to wipe away the humiliation of that slap.

"Would you please stop messing around? Your son—yes, the one right behind you—looks perfectly normal, but acts like a complete idiot," Qin Shaojie said, pointing at Wang Hua.

"Whatever the Grand Cultivation Alliance requires, our Bu family will do our utmost to gather," Bu Feishuang said upon hearing those words, a look of pleasant surprise blooming on her face as her eyes lit up with joy.

Several days prior, he had set a trap, and when he checked on it yesterday afternoon, let alone a hog badger, not even a single rabbit was to be seen. He never expected that upon checking again today, he would reap such an unexpected harvest, filling him with boundless delight.

Upon entering the second tier, a practitioner's body can withstand a specific number of attacks from middle-grade magical instruments and mid-tier earth-grade talismans wielded by cultivators of the same rank or lower.

While driving wildly into her, Qin Tian's hands could not help but roam over Gongsun Qingxue's chest and delicate back.

Looking at the pure handicrafts displayed on the street stalls, Wei Lan noted that although they were not particularly expensive, each piece was exquisitely beautiful. Transported to the modern era, every single one of them would undoubtedly be considered a work of art.

Just then, a large crowd rushed toward them from the opposite direction. Judging by their frantic attempts to flee, they seemed to be pursued by something.

Only then did the dumbfounded cultivators, witnessing the scene, finally snap back to their senses. They lowered their heads, their eyes flickering as they harbored thoughts unknown.

Watching the two figures fly off in another direction until their presence vanished entirely, Su Mu withdrew his gaze and let it fall upon the middle-aged cultivator sitting cross-legged, who appeared to be waiting for something.

Consequently, Zheng Yanzhong went downstairs to prepare dinner, setting aside a portion for Su Ruoyao and keeping it warm in the rice cooker so she could eat when she woke up hungry in the middle of the night.

Old Qian's eyes widened in astonishment at the sight of the jade pendant, before his heavily lined brow furrowed tightly. In contrast, Che Fushun simply appeared embarrassed by his frequent mistakes today, showing not a single trace of surprise.

Su Ruoyao crouched down, gently stroking the back of his head with one hand while continuing to wipe his face with the other. She chuckled, teasing him for looking so silly, though in truth Jiahao was simply moved and wanted to act spoiled. Previously, he rarely had the chance to act spoiled in front of his father because he was a boy.

"Call me Immortal Brother," Zhuo Yue coaxed with all the patience she could muster, feeling a pang of annoyance at herself for acting rashly without fully understanding Luo Wusheng's temperament and personality.

The matchless, overwhelming aura caused Natasha and the various demons to change color, sending an involuntary tremor through their hearts, though Moke and the others remained entirely unfazed.

He was no longer unfamiliar with this world, for it was none other than the Desolate Forbidden Domain. Only, compared to the Desolate Forbidden Domain he had seen previously, this one was far more vast and grandiose, carrying the primordial aura of the Great Wilderness.