Chapter 50: An'an Covers Her Face and Hides

The person who arrived was Shen Yuanjing.

After exchanging greetings with Lu Jinqiao, Shen Yuanjing followed Uncle Lin to greet Elder Lu, and they spent a while chatting and reminiscing.

Afterward, Uncle Lin led him to a guest room on the second floor.

The guest room was kept clean on a regular basis, and just yesterday, all the bedding had been taken out to air in the sun.

After Shen Yuanjing expressed his gratitude and Uncle Lin offered a few parting words of advice, the older man left.

Shen Yuanjing was not one for socializing...

He watched as those pools of liquid metal flowed toward the puppet, enveloping its entire body. More and more poured over it until the liquid scattered on the ground grew scarce, while the mass encasing the puppet remained unchanged in volume.

Lin Lang felt that it should work. Moreover, after his true qi underwent its transformation, it seemed capable of further elevation, growing even more refined and pure.

Ye Nanyi repeatedly shook her head. Her exhausting bout of drinking games with him last night served two purposes: first, to drink heartily and dispel the vexations weighing on her heart; and second, to defeat him and earn the right to pose a question to the master of the Netherworld Tower.

What Luo Dinghua and Luo Zhongming did not know was that something similar was happening in another patch of the ocean not particularly far from them—merely a hundred nautical miles away.

In the minds of the venerated elders, this was likely nothing more than an emergency mission issued by the City of Illusions, while the so-called Chaotic AI was merely a tool designed to help them enhance their strength.

"You trust me this much. If I fail to pull this off, I won't have the face to look you in the eye!" Sang Luo instantly felt the pressure mount.

Luo Zhongming heavily slapped his own thigh, gritted his teeth, and picked up his raincoat to put it on. Just as he was about to turn, step out of the wheelhouse, and head straight for the fishing boat's deck, he caught a sudden, abrupt glimpse of a massive fishing vessel looming indistinctly not too far away in the sea.

This was someone with a notorious reputation who even dared to mess with her own biological brother, so she certainly wouldn't show any consideration for her as a distant, thrice-removed elder.

Luo Yi's figure lagged not far behind hers. The momentum of her rapid leaps was even steadier and more fluid than the other woman's, a testament to the formidable power of her meticulous, all-encompassing control over her own muscles, bones, and breathing.

"My master is one of the twelve Dharma-discussing Buddhas of the Law-Discussion Mountain, and his Buddhist name is Xukong," the young acolyte explained, following along.

Yang Ding knew this matter would be difficult to handle. Modern people could not easily accept such a mindset, let alone an old-fashioned conservative like Wang Zhengdong. Implementing some minor reforms and innovations was fine, but bringing innovation into the Wang family was out of the question.

The various sovereigns envisioned transforming Source Star Earth into a true blessed land of immortals and grotto-heavens, while the other nine newly formed planets would be fraught with peril, ensuring certain death for anyone who dared to enter.

Yet, just as Chen Feng entered this wondrous realm, an intensely comforting cry resonated deep within his heart. Listening closely, it was none other than Liu Feina, who had vanished without a trace ever since she arrived in the Greater World!

The trinket Leizi found was a jade pendant with a tassel of knotted silk hanging beneath it. The jade was of fine quality, but the tassel had turned pitch black, stripping away any trace of its original color.

At that moment, a short, stout middle-aged man walked out, and the encircling crowd naturally parted to clear a path for him.

The cameraman, the director, and all the camera angles were fully prepared. The lens locked precisely onto Xu Manman's face, attempting to capture the subtle shifts of emotion across those few fleeting seconds.

"Where else could we possibly go?" Cong Yang's mother muttered under her breath, then immediately turned, walked back into the courtyard, and pulled the door shut tight.

"It's nothing, just an old ailment." Liu Zhixi tried his utmost to suppress a cough, even pressing a hand against his lungs, yet the agony twisting through his abdominal cavity forced his brow to furrow deeply.

The lyrics seemed custom-written for her. Standing on the sofa with flushed cheeks, Luo Qi sang with uninhibited abandon, swaying to the rhythm every now and then. The decadent neon lights of the private karaoke room swept past the corners of her eyes, catching microscopic traces of diamond-like tears that spilled over bit by bit, yet she still put on an eagerly radiant expression.

He also wanted his mother to experience the convenience of life and the informational progress brought about by national development and modern technological advancements.