Chapter Forty-Eight: If I Do Not Descend Into Hell, Who Will?

On this side, Luo Qiuyu and Luo Yu, upon seeing the arrival of Wu Qihao’s men in their vehicles, were filled with delight. However, when they caught sight of the limping eldest and fourth brothers, as well as the third brother who had earlier made an excuse about their grandfather wetting the bed to make his escape, their smiles quickly faded.

Both Luo Qiuyu and Luo Yu glanced at Wu Qihao, whose shifty gaze made them instantly suspect they had chosen the wrong person to rely on.

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Everyone turned to look at Master Wuwei, while Su Yi seemed somewhat agitated—he had searched for years for this gentle and harmonious spiritual energy of heaven and earth, yet had found not a single clue.

"Hua Wu, with every breath you take, with every beat of your heart, feel this world around you." Liu Yun’s timely voice sounded in her ear, and as if guided by some special power within it, her heart slowly calmed. In that moment, she felt as though she had gained an insight.

A sect of immortals? Judging by the way Feng Lan spoke, she seemed well acquainted with the affairs of such sects. In fact, Lin Feng had long suspected Feng Lan’s true identity. Now, upon hearing her reveal this information, Lin Feng was taken aback; it seemed his mother’s background was indeed complicated.

Just after Lin Feng helped Lin Feilong up, there was the sudden sound of explosions—it was Feng Lan clashing spells with Ma Ying. At the same moment, Lin Feng saw Feng Lan knocked to the ground by Tu Yuan.

Everyone looked up, and sure enough, the sun was hanging directly between the two massive stones at the entrance. Led by Gao Xiong, the group strode quickly into the Valley of Chasing the Sun. Fang Jin, seeing everyone else had entered, gritted his teeth and said, "Let’s go."

Everything Steward Yun had said was etched clearly in Lin Feng’s mind—all of it was of utmost importance, not to be forgotten.

"You have a family, you’re not poor, nor have you suffered for love—so why did you become a nun?" Nan Feng asked with a smile.

The hundred contestants accepted their storage rings and immediately scanned the contents inside. Afterward, their eyes widened with delight and excitement.

"That blade of yours is becoming more unruly by the day. Can you still keep it under control?" Zhang Tian frowned, eyeing the Fire Meteor in my hand.

Recalling his conversation with Huo Xing, Wu Mo’s eyes suddenly lit up and he hurried off toward the Northern Region.

He could hardly help cursing—how could such a prosperous metropolis have such a dilapidated place?

He was addicted to drinking, though he never overindulged. Apart from occasionally feigning madness under the influence and leaving bruises on Xiao Lin, he could not truly be called a bad husband. This time, after leaving home for work, he brought back little money. He quarreled with the foreman, smashed a bottle over his head, and thus had his wages docked to cover medical expenses.

With those words, he left with a smile. Yet as he departed, Shi Min felt a faint ache in her heart, a sorrow she could not quite explain or trace the origin of.

In the blink of an eye, Lei Yu and the others descended into a lush, verdant forest, leaving Lei Yu briefly at a loss.

Yang Ruoli had assumed Qin Fengzhan was home, since he had called Feng Jiping to send her back. But upon entering, she discovered he wasn’t there at all. When she asked Mrs. Liu, the housekeeper replied that the master had yet to return.

Xie Xiong said, "You pretend to have lost your memory, but others have spoken plainly and with certainty. They’ve come to this town to be mayor, telling your story as a joke at the dinner table! Even the village chief says behind your back that your family ‘suffers in silence without admitting it, doesn’t know when to climb up or back down, doesn’t understand the ways of the world, and only accepts punishment after refusing a toast.’"

Although no one understood why the sect master entrusted them to a stranger who looked every bit the playboy, their strong sense of duty compelled them to obey unconditionally. All eyes turned to Ao Tian, waiting for his address.

Yang Ruoli’s heart grew heavier and more desolate with the weather outside, until at last she returned to her bed.