Chapter 192: Filial Son and Virtuous Grandson Enter the Golden Furnace, Aid Me in Refining the Treasured Returning Elixir

Guo Yaoyue, after parting ways in Qingxi Fang, Wang Yulou had never seen this person again.

But not seeing him did not mean forgetting him.

The truth behind the Town Demon Treasure Tower case was not investigated because it had little to do with Wang Yulou.

The incident in Qingxi Fang, where a mysterious high-level cultivator took control, was closely tied to Yulou and directly revealed the identity of the Red Eyebrow Heavenly Snake Sect disciple, leading the Wang clan to obtain An Ning’s Small Cave Heaven.

As for Guo Yaoyue, Wang Yulou had not forgotten him; in fact, he remembered him well.

Now that his master had suffered hidden injuries from heavenly retribution, he would likely be unable to lend much strength in the future—it would fall to him to oversee everything.

The natural exchange and transmission of understanding took considerable time; when Li Ao removed his hand from Katan’s head, Katan stared directly at Li Ao, his eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Sitting quietly within the Heavenly Dao Divine Wheel at the origin of the Underworld, Li Xuansheng’s death god avatar, formed through illusion, did not refuse the demands of the divine ancestors, bestowing upon them the method for breakthrough.

Zhao Ziqi knew tomb raiders were always greedy and cunning, but if they succeeded in plundering a tomb, the gains were extremely high.

A bear flew into the sky, soaring past her, as blood poured through its tall, thick, heavy body.

“When I return to Shambhala, I can ask around—I know a few skilled chefs; someone might know.” Luo Hong indeed knew several chefs—Xia Qi, the extortionist, was one, and Yibai and Tao Tu were two others.

“Damn, got played again—situation changed.” Gao Lingyun’s voice came through immediately, his furious tone leaving Ye Kaicheng with no doubt about Gao Lingyun’s rage.

After speaking, Li Ao stepped back gently and found a corner to steady his mind. His left hand gripped tightly the Arena of the Gods before his chest—this object had grown stranger and stranger, now even beginning to bewitch his spirit; this change filled Li Ao with quiet dread.

Within the mercenaries’ territory and the Golden Triangle Federation, Wu Chen’s words were law—no one dared oppose him or defy his will. Marcus becoming the Federation’s governor six months later naturally faced no questions, nor any complications.

Ming Fei gave him a long look before taking the water, holding it in her hand and slowly swirling the teacup, yet showing no intention to drink.

My lady, are you changing your address already? Still, this steward is respectful enough—but if I truly enter the palace, my status will become truly awkward, especially since He Lan Mingyue will never let me live in peace.

“No, it’s not like that!” Xiao Yumin tried to explain, but drew only more disdain and mockery from those around her.

Purple Thunder True Person secretly thought: if Ten Thousand Swords Sect specifically named Mu Feng, they almost certainly knew Mu Feng possessed an Immortal Body.

It was only a fleeting thought—damn, you’re going into my mouth? Then what if I just eat you all?

Mo Ruxue’s expression showed hesitation, as if she had indeed been shielding the Virtuous Consort. From this, anyone would assume the Virtuous Consort was tormenting Mo Ruxue—especially since that was precisely what had happened.

“Li’er, how are you?” Mo Yujing felt a surge of worry; seeing her pale face, he grew tense and uneasy.

Brother was merely a pawn that Wei Fengze placed through He Lan Mingyue—give him an excuse, and he could strike from within, corrupting the entire Yao Yan.

“Xue Liuli, let her go.” Feiyue Liuyun had regained her eye color; her ink-black pupils revealed no trace of emotion, yet their depth made the heart tremble. Qian Mo had barely escaped death, but her fate was beyond salvation—her cultivation had scattered nearly completely; it would take a thousand years or more to recover.

When Li Yi heard someone call her name, she lifted her head and scanned the palace, spotting Chang Lin smiling at the palace gate. She placed the comb on the stone table and told Fu Qi to go find his own amusement.