Chapter 144: Wang Yulou Is Ruthless, But Others Are No Less So

Wang Yulou is ruthless, but others are no less so.

Because of his sacrifices, his prestige in the cultivation world and the demon realm has grown steadily; unless it involved a matter of life-or-death survival, whenever Xie Xin made a request, every person and demon would lend aid without condition.

Sudden awareness of Yu Kun's transformation stirred urgent anxiety within Rou Dai; ignoring her still-bleeding body, she struggled to rise.

Yu Sheng's words carried weight among the five, so the other four followed without objection.

Tang Cheng glanced at Jia Erka; Jia Erka had claimed she was going to sleep, yet she had remained awake, agonizing over who should keep watch.

"Suo Tian, come—I'll help you destroy that Seventh-Rank Celestial Immortal!" Qing Yun said casually.

I am Yan Xiong, Gatekeeper of the Spirit Beast 'Men,' and if I am not mistaken, these several individuals are esteemed guests of the Xiao Yao Sect," the lead elder asked politely.

Yu Huan leaned on the Lu Xian Spear, watching with Yi Meng and Jin Men as Jin Clan disciples and Mei Clan perimeter guards slaughtered each other.

Jia Erka quickly dropped the snow, slapped her hands clean, and hurried after Tang Cheng, who reached out and took her hand.

"Congratulations—you've passed!" Following his master's order, Ming Yue turned back to Xie Xin.

"Sister, I know you like him. But his heart doesn't hold you. He already has five wives—five, each one a vision of beauty, delicate and charming. So don't speak up for him." Ke Xin pressed on relentlessly.

Yun Maozhe spoke more polite words; only then did Rong Jin, carrying Rong Ruo under Lu's escort, depart—though before leaving, he gave Yun Xiao a meaningful smile.

The Yun family had lately faced misfortune, including an assassination attempt; with Yun Maozhe away from the capital and the inner quarters in turmoil, Yun Xiao proposed praying and chanting at Xiangguo Temple for safety, and Yuan Shi and the others agreed immediately.

She must know that because of her, Tan Haoran was implicated and died—if she hadn't thrown herself into Tan Haoran's arms, Xu Jian's rage might have fallen solely upon her.

Even Song Shiyu's thick skin couldn't endure being stared at with such burning eyes; suddenly, he felt a pang of sympathy for Mu Qianyun, who endured this gaze every time.

A furious growl rumbled down, heavy and crushing; the onlookers shuddered, raising their heads to see Pei Leng standing on the second floor, gazing down with cold disdain, his aura bursting with wrath that chilled the heart.

Yun Xiao had still wished to refuse, but then recalled that she and Rong Jin had already consummated their bond—only the Joyful Poison had bound them together; she steadied herself and ceased resisting.

Wang Rui did the opposite—she didn't keep a low profile; instead, she openly provoked trouble. Wasn't that idiotic?

Because her skin had been entirely damaged back then, even after scabbing, regrowing it became exceedingly difficult.

But she had only just started working, and Chen Jiawei hadn't said a word; she couldn't refuse him as bluntly as she had others, for from tomorrow he would be her "Master"—to speak up now would make future interactions unbearably awkward.

He may have been angry, may have acted impulsively, but he held back his strength—he never hurt her. Even gripping her throat was merely symbolic; when had he ever intended to harm her? Yet she called him mad—how could he not go mad?

He quickly tidied himself, bid temporary farewell to the others aboard the spirit boat, and alone piloted a spirit vessel to a desolate place.

After scanning from above, Ye Qingli arranged her thoughts and reached one conclusion: do not kill, do not harm ordinary animals within Wuzong Forest.

"Wait… are you trying to murder me?" Geng Haoshi's hair stood on end.

Besides, they'd only been married for half a month; Xia Zhi and Gu Beicheng's marital bond was strong—how could they possibly believe Hu Meili's nonsense?

It seemed to have come from eons past, worn by time, its surface thick with ancient aura, everywhere radiating glory and splendor.

The Queen Mother wore a splendid zhai robe, her high coiffure adorned with pearl curtains and jewel ornaments; on her slightly plump face, the gems glimmered, adding even greater nobility.

Though her luck was excellent—winning 888 million—it still couldn't match Li Qingyang.

Another man immediately grabbed Xiao Baozhu's arm; Xiao Baozhu's eyes flashed with ferocity as she bit down hard on his arm. The man cried out in pain and slapped her across the face.

"Oh, you're here!" The singing girl, who had been playing on her phone, greeted the receptionist with a smile.

Da Siming stared again at the girl Hongxian; though he'd heard she defeated many martial artists to claim the Tian Dun Divine Sword, he believed it was merely because those men were weak—hence she had beaten them.

That is, the masked figure who had once ambushed Du Chengyi with the long nail.

The assembly slowly withdrew; as they left the council hall, they exchanged glances, silently conveying various messages.

Its gaping maw before them looked terrifying and repulsive; the entire oral cavity was a deep red, horrifyingly lined with concentric rings of white, needle-like fangs, each row stacked one after another.

They didn't need to know Ye Yiming's trump card; what mattered was Lu Hun had issued his order—the thirteen men simultaneously drew their weapons.

Prometheus Nemo stood by, tense; he didn't know why this supreme titan of the Underworld had arrived.

Regarding the equivalent item for this exchange—it was the true secret behind the Ghost Burial—and Du Chengyi naturally wanted to know.

What she didn't know was that, kilometers away, in a hidden chamber, Qin Fan was observing her every move with keen interest.

Taking Shindai Risetsu to eat human food was suicide—ghouls who ate human food always vomited; who could be in good spirits after vomiting? And if one's mood turned sour, they might just attack the nearest person on the spot.

"Third brother, what do you think?" The eldest's voice remained as grating as ever, yet even through its harshness, a thread of tension could be heard.