Chapter Ninety: In the Face of Fate, Who Among Us Is Not a Devout Believer?

"Hey! What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Fang Zhiyin was frustrated. She had finally arrived at a place she'd always dreamed of visiting, yet eighteen-year-old Ouyang...?

"I think so," he replied weakly.

Helpless, Fang Zhiyin could only pull the PD from the program crew along and take Ouyang Junyan to the nearest hospital.

It was Fang Zhiyin's first time seeing someone suddenly fall ill just after returning, and since it was Ouyang Junyan's body, she couldn't neglect him and had to care for him diligently.

She accompanied him through registration and consultation, paid the fees, and collected his medicine. The doctor, erring on the side of caution, advised that he needed two IV drips before leaving.

And so, Fang Zhiyin stayed by his side without a word of complaint as he received his IV.

Ouyang Junyan was reluctant to be injected at first.

Now, there was not a trace of his monarch's imposing presence; his thoughts were a tangled mess. Fortune had arrived so suddenly—it was like being locked away in darkness for ages, then suddenly exposed to sunlight.

Later, there was a new saying: not being able to wear the brocade robes of the Silk Manor was a mark of taste.

The sun was setting, and now Li Er summoned him to the palace—what important matter could it possibly be?

Night gradually descended. Su Jing'an entered quietly, his face weary. As always, he did not disturb her, but sat by the bed and watched her.

The master of the Foxgate Sect put away the Skyward Ark; using this treasure consumed immense cultivation, so it was rarely used. His figure turned into a streak of light, speeding away toward the dreaded Demon Realm.

Floating mid-air, Lian Haiping's avatar let tears fall. Meng Shang still loved him dearly, just as before; even as time passed, appearances changed, and life and death parted them, nothing could sever that love.

Qin Mohan let go, and Qin Guan darted out. Not long after, a loud shout was heard as someone ran into the woods.

Vlad spoke, his tone grave—the ability was terrifying, almost akin to disintegration.

That was for the best. Perhaps the crowd didn't know his Gale Fist reputation, nor could he command respect like Nie Feng.

Xiao Bai's pupils contracted; he instinctively stepped back. Seeing the broken sword flying toward him, he quickly raised his own blade to block.

Meals at the monastery were set menus, with prices varying but generally expensive. After eating, monks from the temple would bring protective charms, said to have been blessed by eminent monks.

"Giant Mist's essence blood?" Soren's heart leapt with joy. No matter the giant's type, they were undoubtedly of divine lineage, and this blood was immensely valuable.

"What on earth is going on?" Soren was bewildered. Wasn't this demon summoned by Lyon? Why was it attacking him now?

"Alright," Master Guni signaled to the middle-aged man, who left at once—surely to fetch the payment.

With no equipment or tools on hand, Lu Liang could only gauge Xino's condition by his breathing. After drinking the water given by Summer Night, Xino, barely conscious, seemed to breathe a little easier.

Though pets able to steal and store spiritual power were rare, Wood was indifferent. Such pets usually had other flaws, and besides—what kind of place was this?

Bao Tian halted, inspecting the rows of shallow pits. All had been pierced by sharp objects; the pits overlapped and crisscrossed, strange and unsettling.

However, what happened next left Emma deeply disappointed. During her guidance, Rain showed no reaction—everything remained as usual. The lack of progress fostered a sense of loss within Emma.

The might unleashed by the giant shell was staggering. Those caught in the blast had no chance to react before being blown to bits, and the violent shockwave radiated far, scattering everyone nearby with screams.

The thought flashed through Taoist Taiyuan's mind, but he kept moving toward the source of the sound.

Yan Hongyan was inside the Sky Tower, fighting a monster with a few allies. Guarding the monster was a soul fruit tree. As the monster was about to die, she received a call from Chen Qing and had to withdraw from the fight.