Chapter 47: Who is Real and Who is Fake

Having listened to what Monk Ciji had to say, my mind finally put itself at ease.

That is wonderful.

It seems that when we return the coffin, we will still have the opportunity to meet this pilgrim.

By then, I will be able to openly and properly take a good look at what kind of sacred figure this so-called "Gu Tingjun" actually is.

Whether he is truly my father-in-law who has been lying in bed for more than twenty years.

I immediately said:
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In fact, right after Yan Longyong mentioned that Su Lin had memorized all the ledgers of the Dragon and Tiger Gang, Su Guoguang should have believed that with such a formidable memory, how could Su Lin's learning progress anything less than breathtakingly fast?

Wang Yu kept murmuring about Lian Xinyun, while at that moment, Lian Xinyun was heading toward the freshman reception area of the School of Economics.

Seeing this, Liu Qi also felt a surge of surprise. He pointed a finger at the water membrane, and instantly, streams of water converged from all directions, suppressing the Yin-Yang Bottle.

In this manner, the flying boat sometimes teleported directly and sometimes flew forward. Passengers were also picked up in batches, and the crowd aboard the flying boat grew increasingly large.

With three explosive sounds, Han Feng only felt three immense sword forces penetrating his body. His entire frame was instantly wracked with severe pain, and his feet involuntarily staggered backward, crashing right into Xie Yunting's embrace. The two of them stumbled together, nearly falling over simultaneously.

When they were still more than ten thousand li away from Earth Star Island, the two stopped on a desolate, nameless island with a circumference of only a few li.

However, Song Mingyi was unwilling to resign himself to this. They had not killed Yuan Xing; they had only slain a few disciples of the Yuan Sect, while Yuan Xing and the senior disciples had all been murdered by a mysterious person. Therefore, Song Mingyi was resolved to tell Yuan Kui the truth of the matter even if it meant dying beforehand; perhaps, just perhaps, Yuan Kui might spare their Song family for once.

Because of a minor accident that occurred earlier, Lin Tianyang tried his best not to go out from then on, and even if he did, he went entirely alone.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for your profound kindness. This student expresses his utmost gratitude." After saying this, Wang Wei pulled Li Ke along to bow deeply to Wang Kongtong. Li Ke's eyes were brimming with emotional tears, and the look he gave Wang Wei made the latter feel somewhat overwhelmed.

Actually, none of that really mattered; what made Li Yuling find it most unbearable was that she should never have listened to Han Xuewen's suggestion—the one about wearing a cheongsam to better accentuate her dignified and grand aura. As a result, with the sun gradually rising, she was sweating profusely from the heat. Fortunately, she did not have the habit of wearing makeup; otherwise, her radiant complexion would surely have been ruined by now.

Only that white-haired and white-bearded elder had a somewhat pale face and a turbulent aura, but he appeared to be uninjured.

Battles between fifth-tier sects were a rare occurrence, especially this kind of all-out, life-or-death struggle. Therefore, at this very moment, the spectators outside the arena also found the spectacle immensely thrilling. After all, they belonged to lower-tier sects themselves and lacked formidable strength; watching experts duel naturally filled them with excitement.

Zhang Fuguo was also very reliable. Knowing that if Cheng Shiyuan wanted to buy one, it would definitely be the top-tier configuration, he directly sourced a fully-loaded Mercedes-Benz Sprinter land business RV.

Among the Three Pure Ones, Tongtian excelled in array formations, Primordial Beginning Celestial Venerable excelled in artifact refining, while Laozi excelled in alchemy. He had once heard rumors that among the elixirs refined by Laozi, there was an immortal pill called the Nine-Turn Golden Pill. Consuming just a single pellet would instantly elevate one to a Great Luo Golden Immortal, though unfortunately, no one had ever truly laid eyes upon it.

Time formations were among the most profound formations within the Dao of arrays. Even within the Kunyuan Secret Realm, River of Styx had acquired numerous array inheritances, yet he had never encountered a single formation related to time. This also caused River of Styx to feel immense regret, prompting him to suspect whether any time formations even existed within this Kunyuan Secret Realm.

Yet what met his eyes was still a realm of utter despair. Demonic Qi surged wildly, and that region was continuously collapsing, spreading endlessly toward the distant horizon.

If by any chance one were captured by Kong Xuan, it would be tantamount to walking right into a tiger's den, and getting it back would be utterly impossible.

Ye Zhengleng turned his head away to avoid looking at Kong Ruixue, letting out a cold huff. "Hmph, who has the time to worry about her?" Faced with Ye Zhengleng's insincere words, Lin Qifeng could only twitch the corners of his mouth and say nothing more.

Blinking softly, when he opened his eyes once again, his naturally cold gaze had grown bright and profound.

Doreen was shocked that her own brother could so ruthlessly slaughter so many people, yet her father's bitter and desperate entreaties also stirred her compassion. Unsure of what to do for a moment, she could only look to Antonios for help.

"Fine, fine, I'll listen to you both. No matter what you ask me to do, I will do it," Gu Yue stammered in a frantic rush. Right now, even if they asked him to clean toilets every single day, Gu Yue would probably do it—living was always better than dying.

Along with the rise of this strange sensation, he suddenly developed a strong urge to meet this grand cultivator. Just the fact that both of them could perceive the Qi of Yin Deficiency gave them plenty to talk about. Yet it was pathetically obvious that this grand cultivator must have already passed away; otherwise, he wouldn't have left things behind for future generations in this manner.

"I respect your thoughts, but the split has already become difficult to alter. We must also prepare ourselves for battle," Bamboo said.

"Uh, wait, isn't this your Murong family's compensation for me? How did I suddenly become a robber?" Lu Fei wore an expression of complete and utter innocence.

Arrow after arrow was deflected by me. Dizzy and disoriented as I was, matters of life and death were paramount; I simply did not dare to stop.

Seeing the heavens within their reach and immortal status practically guaranteed, joy blossomed in their hearts. Being adept at composing linked verse poetry, they could not help but chime in and harmonize with one another. Half-Immortal Zhao took the lead: "In summer no silks or satins I wear, in winter no furs of beasts I bear." Half-Immortal Qian chimed in next: "With savory meats I have no affinity, on sweet vegetables I feed through eternity."

The Buddha says: All dharmas arise due to affinity and karma. An accidental encounter, a sudden backward glance—destined for a lifetime together, existing solely for that single fleeting moment when gazes intertwine.

"She actually went to look for you?!" Seeking Yuan stared with eyes wide in a mix of anxiety and anger. "Such an outrageous wretch! I won't let her hear the end of it this time!" He was already roaring, driven to fury by his own embarrassment.

"Yunye!" Shui Tianlan called out toward Zi Yunye in the distance. A sky-shaking dragon roar resonated across the heavens, and immediately afterward, everyone beheld a gigantic black-as-ink dragon, shimmering with dark radiance and stretching a hundred meters long, materialize directly in the sky—pursuing precisely the black hawk upon which Wude was fleeing.

"No rush, let's wait a bit longer," Mo Hui replied calmly. He felt that the present moment was still not the optimal time to place his bets.

Yet on second thought, this was a cake specifically commissioned by Luo Fengyuan for her. If she ate it and something went wrong, wouldn't that defeat the purpose of showing his sincerity toward her?

A sixth-tier mage, the continent-renowned Flame Dancer Rosiqi possessed a mane of brilliant red hair that gleamed dazzlingly under the moonlight, resembling a leaping ball of fire.

If it were herself, she wouldn't have done that. Handing the child over to them to raise still allowed her to see the child, and with family planning policies looming just around the corner, giving away two meant she could simply give birth to two more. Wasn't that just perfect? Why go back on her word when they would all remain right under her own eyes?