Chapter 186

The Temple District.

When Deng Ken reappeared, he was wearing the robes of a Mechanist Priest, the front bearing the Mechanist Church’s emblem—a steel-cast wing—with gear patterns on the sleeves; outside, a larger cloak was typically draped over it. Mechanist Church garments were always loose, for no one knew how many modifications lay hidden beneath.

Along the way, faithful of the Church bowed to Deng Ken as he passed; his gray gear emblem signified...

“Where’s Yuan Ming? What big matter can’t he handle? And why haven’t I seen him?” Yuan Kun frowned and asked.

“Captain, it’s definitely them. Trying the old trick again—set fire to draw us over!” Zhou Zhichuan said grimly.

Qi Xuan Yi opened his eyes; the ghostly power had not yet been fully refined, leaving him now eerie and terrifying. He waved his hand—the Cang Xie Sword erupted again, joining Wu Er as they moved among the Blue-Spotted Ghost Tigers, slaughtering them all.

Less than half an hour after leaving the city, someone hurriedly arrived. The Flowing Light Daoist, having heard of Qi Xuan Yi’s arrival, sought to impress Yu Linglong—but found Qi Xuan Yi had already left the city, so he rushed out with men to intercept him.

Feeling Fang Yi’s warm breath, Shen Binan’s earlobes flushed faintly red in the darkness.

This cultivation session lasted three full months before ending. His eyes glowed with divine radiance, his body shimmered with light, reaching the upper-middle tier of the Dao King realm, his entire frame bristling with spiritual wind.

Fang Yi’s workstation was in a corner by the window. Sitting before his computer, he opened QQ, logged into his account—this QQ number was one he’d just applied for a few days ago.

Long Qingchen glanced twice more. To be appointed deputy leader right away? Clearly, Yang Gu was placing great importance on this man.

Yet, as everyone waited silently for the Temple’s Qiangzhe to arrive, a cataclysmic change occurred deep within the mountain’s abyss.

Xu Shu. Shan Fu was merely his alias; more accurately, he should be called Xu Fu. But history holds too much inevitability and too much randomness—whether Xu Shu or Xu Fu, he was that Shan Fu.

“All these years, you’ve suffered in silence. I’m sorry to you both,” Wang Long said, voice trembling.

But then he slowly released Ye Feng’s hand and walked with him toward the front desk.

“Is that the Lost World Devouring Knife? The long-missing Lost World Devouring Knife?” someone gasped, unable to believe it.

Shen Tu Yue’s words were full of Zen, yet Ye Lai pondered for half a day and still shook his head, confused. He realized he’d already eavesdropped long enough—if he stayed any longer, he’d surely be caught.

Linglong gazed at Aunt Bai, bustling about in the distance, organizing wedding preparations; a blissful smile spread across her face, dreamy and tender.

But Chen Keke clearly relied more on Tang Fei, so she chose to remain with the Hidden Dragon Squad.

I straightened my clothes, my fingers trembling as I tried to tie the sash—I couldn’t manage it properly, so I just loosely knotted it.

‘Get lost, dumbass, you’re a chameleon—I despise you.’ Everyone stared at Baozi with utter contempt.

The water sold by Di Ren would benefit everyone, and if consumed consistently, one’s physical condition improved dramatically.

As the Zhao family had done, Qin Ya killed the Yun family’s patriarch and several senior elders, then looted all their treasures before leaving.

From then on, he clearly began avoiding me, his gaze toward me turning sharply disdainful and contemptuous. I couldn’t bear it—my heart grew restless and agitated. I hated the way he looked at me. I hated it deeply.

Lian Shuo boarded the Ye family’s car to pick him up, didn’t look back, and climbed in straight away, showing not the slightest hesitation.