Chapter 1179: The Art of Cause and Effect

No one expected the Grand Chief himself to step forward and kill that guard.

On the faces of the Danque tribe members, astonishment still lingered.

They were baffled, never anticipating the situation would unfold this way.

Yet after careful thought, each of them felt a flicker of understanding.

The origin of this dispute stemmed from the strange boy's identity as a "Lord Wuzhu."

This was a struggle between the true and false Lord Wuzhu.

But the true

Bai Jingyan finally slung his backpack over both shoulders, passed by Han Huayu's room, and tossed him a bag: "Thanks for your hospitality these days—this is my repayment." Then he vanished.

"Your Highness Xuan, what troubles you?" Physician Bi bowed deeply and asked.

"Help!" Hua Rui was bound and stuffed into a snakeskin sack, carried off toward the back mountain—the M Group's hideout.

Night, thick as ink, shrouded every corner of the room, yet Huo Yucheng's eyes gleamed brightly, his pupils like wolves lurking in the dark, nearly obscuring his expression.

But now, she sincerely prayed that heaven might spare this vibrant life.

This big brother talks fast and speaks Mandarin—when did hanging banners suddenly require such strict standards? Is he just bored?

"Ten grams?" Hua Hai sneered, as if already tasting the euphoric, soul-shattering high of drug use.

The clothes were fine this morning—no one knew why they suddenly tore, and right in such an awkward spot.

From the doorway, Zhang Tingting had already returned; if I went out looking like this, it wouldn't do.

Mo Linpei cleared her throat: "I'm here today just to show you something—you'll understand once you see it." With that, she pulled up the intimate photos she'd deliberately sneaked of Han Huayu and herself, and waved them at Ye Min.

The slaughter began. The black dots, having reaped one life after another, grew wildly excited, moving with even greater fervor—countless black dots like bloodthirsty leeches, devouring life after life.

Lowering his sword, the anxious Qingqiu Elder rushed forward—he had assigned tasks, but labor here was too arduous; he could only wait for Bafenghan's return.

And this floating island now occupied by the Sacred Ground was once, originally, the land of my Hua Clan.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers were slaughtered by Chu forces, drowned in the Gu Shui, Qiu Shui, and Sui Shui—casualties in a single battle unmatched in history. In the ancient Battle of Changping between Qin and Zhao, Zhao's army was slaughtered after defeat; this was entirely different. Here, defeat meant death—all within a single day.

He ultimately suffered severe injuries. Though the Divine Immortality Art was profoundly contrary to heaven's will, capable of reversing defeat and death, heaven's will is like a blade—after being struck by the Executioner's Guillotine, it was impossible to remain unscathed.

Regarding Guangchengzi's suspicions, Bafenghan smiled faintly, offering no further explanation. Some things he couldn't explain anyway. Since he was already shrouded in mystery before the Sage, he might as well preserve a little more mystery.

After the Han and Liang dynasties fell, King Yin Xu of Yue would inevitably turn his gaze toward Qi.

Long Wushuang charged toward Du Yuesheng—immediately, the sky's Lei Ting noticed him; countless bolts of lightning surged straight toward Long Wushuang.

Upon hearing the news, Jun Niansheng and the others swiftly returned from the Wild Tower to the Immortal Mountain, their voices trembling with excitement.

"Running for your life isn't shameful—if you're dead, what good is hot blood?" Mei Lin scoffed, lighting his pipe.

"The Empress Dowager means…" Duan Xia wisely left the sentence unfinished. The Empress Dowager sometimes speaks in hints—the Buddhist order may be pure, but it still exists in the mortal world.

Lu Fan's longsword moved with agility, his inner strength profound; as he blocked the opponent's invisible blade slashes, he countered with precision—waves of sword energy roared continuously; the pond and rock garden were now unrecognizable, the Master's might unmistakable.

Court intrigues, familial connections, factional scheming, noble clan rivalries—all forbidden acts occurred constantly; every Emperor tried and failed to stop them, yet there were always moments when the Son of Heaven flew into a rage. These past years, due to Qing Hao Xuan's calmness, such outbursts had grown rare—but now they've returned.

The reason Ding Huo's avatar could wield the Fourth Heavenly Trial was because Ding Huo's second-stage subject for the Formless Martial Practice was to unravel the Fourth Heavenly Trial and the Ten Thousand Phenomena Heart Sword.

Who can be blamed? It was merely a path leading to death—Qing Ruifan led her down it, yet never let her leave. He watched as she wore away all her youthful naivety, until her heart became still as still water—she had already cultivated her own Dao.

The crowd watched as the old man, who had lived his life with unwavering integrity, trembled slightly; all turned away, unable to bear it.

Soon after entering the cave, Li Tianyou saw swords of all kinds embedded in the stone walls—some razor-sharp, others dull and lifeless.

If time dragged on, Wang Wei's black-armored troops would multiply further; Li Qi Meng had also mentioned that the commander of Wang Wei's black-armored legion was a legendary warrior.

"I heard Fang Yuan is with Shu Yu?" Gu Lingge wasn't one to gossip—she'd just not yet recovered from hearing the news. Who was Fang Yuan? The one who, during the selection of attendants alongside Chu Zhaonan, had been cruelest to her, earning Chu Zhaonan's true recognition through sheer will to survive.

One day, she would awaken from her dream and forget her original heart; she would abandon all past burdens and move forward unencumbered. From then on, what was once dream is no longer dream,

what was once real is no longer real—she was no longer the girl he had met and loved.

Originally, originally, all these honors and dignities of the Consort were hers—she was the one who should have sat in the main seat.

"It's me. What? If you don't want it, I'll take it away." Kai Yang crouched down and reached for the takeout.

After taking the medicine the physician prescribed for her continuously, Qin Meiniang gradually began to feel its effects—she was slowly remembering things from the past.

"There's no blame on you. This matter is over—don't dwell on it. Go rest well; tomorrow, everything will be fine." Liu Huaiyong soothed gently.

She gazed at him through drunken haze, then slowly came to her senses. She hurriedly lowered her head to straighten her clothes. "Why are you here?" After brushing off the petals clinging to her garment, she rose to stand—but her feet were numb, and she couldn't rise at once.