Chapter Fifty-Nine: Words of Counsel

Shu Zucheng watched as Shu Yiming beat Shu Ji so harshly, his heart aching terribly. Yet, for the moment, he could find no reason to intervene and could only shout loudly, “Let go of him! This is a family matter, and it’s not your place to meddle!” Shu Yiming, hearing his shout, simply stopped what he was doing, looked up at Shu Zucheng, and said, “Uncle, you really are...” The old woman’s hand trembled, the broom dropped to the floor, and she raised both hands to the top of her head, her arms pressed tightly against her body in fear.

“My soul power is limited, so I will not waste words with you. Allow me to ask you a few questions first,” Jiang Tianyuan continued.

“A melody has no soul; only people possess souls. But if a person loses their soul, how can a melody have any soul at all?” The man smiled.

Lin Yong floated in the void, gazing downward. It was sunrise over the Sahara Desert, and the entire land blazed with a fiery red, as though the mortal world had become a furnace.

Everyone who heard these words sighed inwardly; the chaos of the world’s vital energy was indeed not something ordinary people could endure.

The two followed the bald man to an office door labeled “Meeting Room.” He told them to wait there and left, returning soon with Su Wenwen’s father, Su Decheng.

Morita Daigo’s saber, “Fugu Venom,” was truly a peerless weapon. Enhanced further by his own toxins, it was even more terrifying and deadly. Within a radius of three meters, everything was shrouded in a blue haze. A few insects that strayed into it flipped over and died instantly. Mai Lin held his breath, kicked off, and escaped from the poisonous mist.

“Mu Zifei, you’d better admit defeat. I haven’t even used my ultimate move and you can barely hold on. You should just give up now and spare yourself the pain. With your strength, you’d best go back and train for a few more years,” Shui Wuhui said with utter disdain.

The sudden appearance of a figure startled both sides. Was there someone on the suspension bridge who had hidden their strength, now seizing the moment to break through directly to the opposite cliff?

“Hey, hey, dear teacher, can you tell me, by doing this, am I granting them redemption?” Dressed in a crimson gown, her face smeared with fresh blood, Nero looked like a broken doll, her eyes dull as she stared at Moonlit, who was dressed in black.

Even a fool could see Yang Qi’s insincerity, but even so, everyone felt some relief after his gesture.

The atmosphere at the scene grew intense and tense. All eyes were on Lin Gengxin, waiting to see how he would perform. Still, no matter how well he did, it would be impossible for him to extinguish all forty-nine remaining candles at once.

“Ning Xiong, explain what’s going on here.” Wei Quan looked helplessly at Liu Jinzhi, who was sobbing and wiping her tears, then turned to Ning Xiong, signaling for a conversation between men.

He had just finished a phone call with Gao Yuanyuan to handle some affairs back home when Premier Tang’s call came in right after. Premier Tang seemed to be in a very good mood, his tone brimming with delight.

Gu Zhebei patted my shoulder and gently smoothed my disheveled hair, his warm fingers brushing my cheek and pausing for a moment.

“I’m being serious. Compared to you, I’m a hundred thousand miles behind, okay?” Lin Yuchen cut in before Xu Zifan could reply.

Hearing this, the clansmen immediately began to discuss. They had already conspired beforehand; today they were determined to persuade the chief to support Uchiha’s ambitions.

Perhaps it was psychological, but after barely traveling halfway, all the archaeology team members, except for Lin Yuan and a few team leaders, were already drenched in cold sweat, their breathing rapid. Even through their gas masks, Lin Yuan could hear their heavy, labored breaths.