Chapter 125: From Start to Finish, the Moon Did Not Care (1.07W, Requesting Moon Tickets!)

Three days later, Yulou’s two Hewan minor competitions concluded.

The winners ascended the stage to listen to Yulou’s words of encouragement—no, not teachings, merely encouragement.

Considering Hewan Fishing Village’s population of over ten thousand, Wang Yulou’s position as garrison cultivator was effectively akin to a petty sovereign.

Added to his complete control over Hewan Fishing Village, even if he truly carved out a domain within this small temple, no one would interfere.

Even

After the father-son bond was severed, many tried to mediate, but Wang Cai’s father had made his decision—no room for reconciliation.

It seems simple, yet it is an understanding of the Dao’s patterns, an insight attainable only upon reaching the Divine Realm.

“The child understands…” Jiang Qi nodded fiercely, then turned and walked toward Xun Xin’er.

It was a good idea. After the incident with the forest wolves, Zhao Xiaochen had doubts about the bar’s safety, but upon hearing Lao Bai mention Black Alley, he wondered if it might be an excellent hiding place.

“Had I not drawn your primordial blood, I might never have seen daylight again. I should thank you—but you are the descendant of that man, who imprisoned me here for so many years. Thus, we are even.” The Blood-Devouring Divine Beast spoke.

Yunjun smiled, her expression complex. The joy of reuniting with an old friend was tinged with inexplicable bitterness and a hint of resistance.

Though the Nine Gates’ combat techniques each have their own traits and high weapon compatibility, achieving a synergistic effect greater than the sum of its parts remains difficult.

The second verse ended; the chairmen had prepared themselves, and then the second chorus began.

A cold wind blew past my back; I turned involuntarily and saw Ke’er standing behind me in a white gown, smiling. Yet her beautiful smile and posture brought no beauty—only invisible dread.

After being brought out, Xia Yenuo and Hao Meng were placed in the same ward due to Zhu Jun’s influence.

As Dai Xiao panicked, she encountered that bastard. She thought she’d met a good person, but instead she met another demon—ultimately unable to escape the fate seemingly sealed by destiny that day.

Qin Huan had dealt with Han Yunlin several times; Han Yunlin was no pushover. Today, Ye Rongxin dared threaten her, forcing her to walk away—Ye Rongxin was truly audacious.

Old Feng and Old Jin had already connected; now they only needed to prepare to compete with Qin Fengzhan and Chen Chaoyang for business. Old Feng wished to meet Yang Ruoli, who had only just arrived with Feng Jipin today—otherwise, with her status, she would never have had the chance to stand on the same stage as Old Feng and Old Jin.

Miaomiao also kept trying to break the current cold, awkward atmosphere.

“Master!” A crimson-clad bodyguard whispered softly, then leaned close to Chu Yu and murmured two sentences.

“What? Missing him again?” Xiao Haotian watched Ling Dongwu’s expression, his face instantly hardening, eyes dark with the storm before the tempest.

Rose wanted to say more, but Ming Lie dragged the conversation off-topic, giving her no chance to speak.

Fu Qingkang stared unblinkingly at Bai Xiaoyu, as if peering into her soul; Bai Xiaoyu returned his gaze with equal resolve. Both were ruthless, each waiting for the other to break first.

Zhou Ze finally realized and hurried to push Ling Dongwu away, but she, drunk, grew mischievous and clung tightly to his sleeve, refusing to let go, smiling slyly at Xiao Haotian.