Volume 1, Chapter 48: One Pot Simply Cannot Hold It All

Su Yunhai took a hardline stance, forcing his three sons to choose their future life paths.

Whether it was farming, pursuing literature, joining the military, entering business, practicing medicine, or mastering a craft, they had to learn a skill to make a living.

The three brothers were already in their teens by then. Frankly speaking, their personalities were already set in stone and impossible to alter.

Yet, deep down in their hearts, they held a profound fear of Su Yunhai.

At this moment, the three of them detected a very faint pulsing sound propagating through the air. It was precisely this sound that had triggered the panic-stricken stampede of myriad beasts, as if they had encountered an irresistible and supreme natural predator.

During those days in the Hundred Beasts Forest, they had spent every waking moment thinking only of how to hunt spirit beasts, or how to avoid being hunted by them. It was no exaggeration to say they lived in the depths of scorching fire and boiling water; how could they possibly have had the leisure to care about such matters?

These individuals were all male consorts of the Earth Mother. A single glance revealed that while their numbers might not be a staggering three thousand, they easily exceeded a thousand. These consorts were the discarded dregs of the Earth Mother's elixirs, and their purpose in emerging now was presumably to bask in the sun on the off-chance that they might still be barely of some use.

Yet at the same time, Yang Qin's inner conflict was intense. What was he supposed to do in this situation? To push or not to push—that was the question.

When that time came, Yang Qin would lose face even more thoroughly. All of his sharp-tongued banter would, in the very next moment, be crushed to the point where not even his bones remained.

Most of the people who had gathered here were drifters from society, nearby residents, and students from Southeast No. 1 High School.

Yan Tiantian never expected that the Daoist sect could produce such a formidable and utterly shameless figure.

According to her account, her son, Chou Dafu, did not go to work on the 7th. In the morning, he traveled from his own home to his elderly mother's place, saying he wanted to visit his parents for the Double Ninth Festival. He even brought along some fruit and pastries, and after eating lunch at his mother's house, he left in a hurried manner.

The construction cost of this ark was extraordinary, and due to a lack of technology, very few people on the continent were capable of building one now.

After wrapping up the final scene of the day at the hotel entrance, the film crew prepared to head back to the resort, where all the scenes for the following day were scheduled to be shot.

It was just that it had all happened too suddenly. In the fading light of dusk, with the sun just dipping below the horizon, the weather had been perfectly fine only moments before.

"Child, wake up! What is wrong with you?" Jian Kong pulled Lin Ruoxue toward him, only to find that she, too, had frozen completely, neither crying nor making a fuss.

"That is my protective talisman. I cannot simply hand it out." Zuolinfan looked the man straight in the eye and smiled faintly.

"So you finally decided to grace us with your return?" Madam Tang cast a cold glance at Tang Ying, pushed the door open herself, and walked inside.

Just as Aotian poked his head out from around the corner, a massive fireball struck him squarely on the head. In his excitement, Aotian hadn't even activated his magic shield, and he was instantly sent flying backward with a heavy thud, a glaring bright red "-1000" floating up above his head.

"I'll settle accounts with you later! You almost made me fall!" Tang Meng muttered under her breath, yet she obediently placed her hand in his.

Breaking into the celestial prison and blowing up the terrestrial dungeon, nearly resulting in the death of the Northern Prince—these were unpardonable capital crimes. Su Luocheng choosing to confess could only mean he was afraid Ximen Hao would take even more damaging actions against him.

"Hehe, my hands were getting itchy!" Shi Xiaoyu offered a sheepish laugh and, without further ado, began hacking at the man as the two of them launched a joint attack.

If he had maintained his usual rigorous surveillance over Qianwei, how could an incident like this possibly have happened today?

However, matters had already reached this stage, so he would temporarily play the role of the good guy and properly "safeguard" the treasure for that fellow.

If Yan Muwen were an apple, he had already been dissected down to the core by Shen Yuwen, who had even revealed the color of his innermost seeds to Cheng Yijin.

"Halt! It possesses independent consciousness and refuses to let me approach." A flash of regret crossed his eyes as he prepared to search elsewhere, but the evil aura slumbering within his dantian automatically surged forth.