Chapter 59

Except for the Ghost Immortal who found it inconvenient to come out in broad daylight, the fox, yellow weasel, white, willow, and gray immortals had all arrived. Acting as if they were dividing up stolen goods on the spot, each immortal grabbed a share of the gold, silver, and treasures and dashed away.

My nearly fainting nerves were jolted awake by a strange screech from the red-haired zombie. What in the world? How could this disgusting, hair-covered creature possibly know my in-game name?

Therefore, Su Yang knew that this Huang Lulu must know a great deal about President Wan's secrets. Moreover, it was very likely that Huang Lulu was also aware of some of the company's shady dealings.

His silhouette appeared increasingly slender, carrying a cold and ethereal air that perfectly showcased his iron-blooded dominance and majesty.

Yet in the eyes of Jiang Zaiyuan, Li Xingfeng's aura at this moment was a full circle larger than Wang Hao's. Jiang Zaiyuan was already certain in his heart that Wang Hao, belonging to their camp, was destined to be defeated.

Ran Junqin's expression turned gloomy. He had been outmaneuvered by the people of the Crane River Gang, resulting in the death and injury of so many of the Ran family guards—his very own servants. What made him even angrier was that he had allowed the Crane River Gang members to retreat unhindered. It felt as sickening to him as being forced to swallow a fly.

At that very moment, gusts of eerie wind suddenly began to blow, howling and rustling loudly—far stronger even than the chilly gusts brought forth by the Black and White Impermanences just a moment ago.

"What is the meaning of this!" Master Wu stared at the coffin lid, which still refused to open, and suddenly demanded in a cold voice.

Just as he was filled with doubt, a brilliant purple light suddenly flashed before his eyes, followed by the appearance of a fist wreathed in purple energy. Immediately after, a sharp, searing pain shot up his nose, his vision went black, his head spun, and he crashed backward to the ground.

To this day, a deep scar still remained on Chen Benran's forehead, left behind from that very incident. Ever since then, Chen Benran had spiraled into despair, drinking heavily day in and day out, until he was ultimately reduced to a vagrant making a living by scavenging trash.

Had Yemo uttered such words just a couple of days prior, one could easily imagine Ah Jiu instantly flying into a fury with every hair standing on end.

With Su Ye's final two thrusts, the remaining health pool of the Commander-grade Staltim was instantly cleared to zero. Accompanied by a heavy thud, it completely transformed into a corpse, simultaneously dropping a considerable amount of loot.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, a mass of black smoke suddenly erupted from where the medicinal satchel had landed in the distance, soaring straight up into the sky amidst blazing fire and rolling turbulently upward. The thunderous explosion shook heaven and earth, as shocking as a meteorite impact, causing the entire valley to tremble.

"Forgive my ignorance, but I have never heard of such a formidable figure as you, Master," Tian Ming said.

One had to admit that, having gone through the ordeal with Wei Hongyan, the last remaining sliver of goodwill that Mu Lingtian held toward these assassins and this pugilistic world was gradually being eroded. To slay demons, he had to become even more terrifying than demons; even if it meant turning into a demon himself, he would not hesitate.

Although Shen Linfeng said nothing aloud, deep down he was utterly puzzled. A young and promising man had chosen to come to such an impoverished and remote backwater. His sole purpose was to bring prosperity to the local people, seeking not even the slightest reward in return.

This talisman was clearly a passively triggered item, programmed to respond only upon receiving external force.

Other specialists hovered not far away, their faces filled with utter disdain. Among these individuals were quite a few veteran practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine who had already attempted acupuncture, only to find it completely ineffective.

The Shen family's expenditure of a vast fortune to acquire a map of the deep Frost Prison evidently reflected their deep ambitions in this regard. Anything below the third level of the Profound Ice Frost Prison had always remained shrouded in a heavy veil. Although that initial suicide squad had merely lifted the tiniest corner of the third level's ice before perishing to the last, their fate could still not deter others from the quest for exploration and treasure.

It went without saying that since the two 'beings' were compatriots, Regins naturally placed far more trust in the Galactic Code than in Yemo.

"It's done, let's go!" Qian Zigui called out to us as we stood there in a daze, and dashed toward the front right.

Ahem, as for the fact that the firebird's baby was actually a Golden-Winged Kunpeng, he hadn't yet found the right moment to confess.

"Qiqi, think about it, did Chen'er do anything unusual when he woke up today?" He had always been a sensible child; even when going out to play within the palace grounds, he would inform them beforehand, and he had never slipped away silently like this today.

The old ghost had taken a beating through no fault of his own. Initially assuming the matter was now behind him, despite his lingering suspicions, he simply lacked any concrete evidence.

Sure enough, over the past couple of days, Xie Changheng consistently managed to find all sorts of pretexts during court affairs to make things difficult for Xie Changjing. Yet Xie Changjing was clever enough to successfully sidestep them almost every single time, executing whatever tasks Xie Changheng assigned him with such flawlessness that it was nearly impossible for anyone to find fault.

"My hand hurts!" Liu Luxuan forced two tears to the corners of her eyes while her lips turned upward in a grievance-filled pout.

A scene that ought to have been pleasing to the eye appeared to Bailan as nothing less than undisguised mockery.

"We had better go another time. The road is so long, and with no teleportation array available, making a trip to see Ren Yujun and Wei Qiuwen would only delay major affairs of the Kunxiao Sect," Li Yuanqing paused for a moment before replying to Yuping.

In the fifty-first year of Fengyu, which was three years later, Moyu Qingtian passed away, and Moyu Jingchen ultimately chose to have Moyu Qingtian and Consort Xue buried together.

She then pushed back down Chu Yunlian, who was just about to stand up, howling wildly right into her face without taking any further action.

"What do you mean by that! You just don't want to help at all!" At this, Third Aunt's face lost every trace of a smile.

It wasn't because she feared a few princesses of noble birth, but rather because acting this way could save her a mountain of trouble—and Feng Xiangwan had always detested trouble the most.