Chapter 1151: Great Wilderness Sect

Along the way, he had encountered many sect elites, abbots, and elders of the Corpse Dao Young Master, and Mo Hua always schemed, always harboring murderous intent.

But now, traveling alongside ordinary boatmen, sharing meals and lodging, he felt firsthand a simple kindness, perceiving the rustic "humanity."

Mo Hua's inner turmoil diminished considerably, and his understanding of "all living beings" grew clearer once more.

"People…"

Mo Hua froze slightly, his expression thoughtful.

Cotton after seed removal needs carding; Luo Li had seen the hanging bow and wooden mallets used for carding cotton, but she could only describe the general process and needed constant experimentation and refinement.

"Let's go up and talk," Liu Fen didn't press the matter, leading the way upstairs; Meng Wuming smiled faintly and followed.

The reason was simple: he knew only a famed sword possessed an inner realm—could this colossal blade truly be a famed sword, endowed with divine power that rivaled heaven and earth?

"I've been waiting for this move—die!" Li Yi let out a low roar, clasping the sword with both hands and driving it straight into Zhuo Tian's lower back.

"So, is this company's situation complicated?" Hearing Jiang Haoran's words, Wang Dong immediately reacted, curious.

"Wahahaha! Qing Binghe, you still can't let her go—too bad he's been missing with your brother for twelve months already; in our lands, that's a full year. You've got no chance—give up now. Your brother's probably already slept with her and had a child." Yang Yi burst into laughter.

Liu Shuang nodded dumbly. He wanted to say something—but what? His mind was still blank, utterly at a loss. This wasn't a continuation of last night's drunkenness; he was stunned.

Wei Siming slowly turned his head toward Yang Yi, startling Qing Binghe and the others—he saw his eyes had turned blood-red, revealing a hint of madness, but mostly despair.

Hearing this, Liu Xiangyue and Yu Qingcheng exchanged glances, then let out a harsh, almost bloody breath.

A violent shake of the desk woke Xing Yue from her dream; she lifted her head, eyes half-awake, glancing at the classmates gathered around her.

"I have a friend who knows your grandmother keeps a rare flower called Seven-Color Amaranth. If you can persuade her to sell it to me, I'll pay you double." With no other option, he could only try the universal remedy: money.

Thanks to the ship's unique shock-absorption system, Lu Lin's vessel landed smoothly on the surface of Tonggu Star.

She had lived over twenty years and felt this kind of madness only once—entirely because of Li Junxiu's "resurrection."

The thousand-gold light in his hand suddenly flared, then shot straight toward the giant log in the One-Armed Bandit God's grasp, charging forward.

They came to inspect, but today was the fifteenth—the day for incense and Buddha worship. With poor harvests these past two years, people couldn't even eat enough; Old Lady Xu hadn't visited the temple in a long time.

He couldn't walk anymore, sat down on the curb, and called Li Rouhe: "Is Tianjing at the company?"

On the way here, he had carefully observed—the path avoided the poisonous weeds scattered throughout the mulberry groves. These weeds could easily disorient you if touched, but thankfully, they weren't terribly lethal.

The clerk, too lazy to say more, pressed his fingers against Qin Ming's wrist, sending a thread of true energy into Qin Ming's meridians.

Even though these three were legendary treasures of the age, and the grass on the neighbor's side looked greener, the scenery across the river more beautiful, Cao Wubian would never dare embezzle them—they belonged to the Star Sea Sect. The Star Sea Sect's military power was now at its peak; he dared not offend Lu Xiao in the slightest. He never imagined the Star Sea Sect would be drowned overnight by imperial troops, annihilated entirely.

Run Yu felt troubled by how she addressed him—had he really been ignored to this extent?

But such a question, Lan Deng never mentioned, and no one else thought of it—so the investigation into this matter ultimately faded away.

On this day, as always, the moment the first ray of sunlight fell upon the Enchanted City, the streets were already bustling with noise.

"Kao, causing trouble on the first day of school? You wanna die?" Gu Liangchen's voice grew several degrees colder; students nearby, hearing it, widened their eyes in shock.

"Fine, I'm going now." Since Li Shao Yang said so, Nikos didn't press further. If Li Shao Yang said he'd know everything upon arriving, then Nikos would simply go there.

Luo Cheng spoke as he stared at the three men attacking—his mind shifted, and three flying swords shot forth, piercing each man three inches below the abdomen—the dantian.

As the two grew despondent, they reached a cave. Wu Shuang hesitated whether to knock on the nonexistent door, when suddenly his vision blurred—a thin, elderly man appeared five meters away, coldly studying them: "You hold the Black Iron Token and seek me—what do you want?" This man was, of course, the master of this place, Xie Yanke.

The glasses-wearing man's eyes locked onto the other side—resting on Qiao Chuqing, Song Chuying, and Zhou Youhe, three women of distinct charm, laughing and chatting with Song Yu—his gaze brimmed with greed and lust.

In the end, Luo Cheng used his entry into the Divine Soul Realm as an excuse to decline the tea party organizer's role, and expressed his hope that the tea party would continue indefinitely.

After a long day of work, Bei Hai tossed the Good-Evil Jewels aside and began pondering what use his current treasure might have.

To be honest, Lucy's presence was an obstacle for Tong Pingsheng and the Strange Beggar. Fortunately, neither wished to harm Lucy, so she remained unharmed.

Seeing this, Song Shi shook his head and began forming hand seals. When the seals were complete, his body slowly sank, as if falling into water, sinking gently into the thick earth until he vanished.

He also joined the most secret, most elite unit of Huaxia Nation—dooming him to eventually collide with the turbulent undercurrents of the shadow world.

How long had passed? The sun began to set, making the day about to end seem utterly peaceful.

Two thunderous booms rang out—Zhu Chenhuan was flung backward, while the ghostly entity cracked open; hundreds of ghosts collapsed in shrieks, their souls scattering into nothingness.

Now that the shop is gone, if business vanishes too, which girl would still want to marry into the Shi family?

Ye Xiao slowly withdrew his chef's knife; the black banner of the Ghost Messenger behind his back, and the unassuming wooden box hanging at his lower back, still glowed with fading purple-black embers.