Chapter 206

Wang Yulou asked a foolish question; Zuan Zhuanren did not answer, but smoothly changed the subject.

His question seemed stupid.

But was Wang Yulou really a fool?

But was Wang Yulou truly brain-damaged?

Clearly not.

Zuan Zhuanren was who?—Mang Xiang’s disciple.

Who was Mang Xiang?

The quasi-Immortal Sovereign who defeated all five Council Jin Dan, and by action proclaimed: “My Dao—my fate—is mine, not heaven’s!”

Aside from the signed contract and the coffee cup in the trash, he left no trace, making one wonder if the unbelievable events just now had been nothing but an illusion.

Laughing in praise were Lu Chi of the Minggong and Lan Dao of the Freelancer Alliance; both made no effort to hide their special regard for Yan Bei, and Lan Dao even gave a thumbs-up. On the surface, their actions praised Yan Bei, but anyone with eyes could see this was actually a psychological strike against Jia Peng.

“You’re the Filth God?” I raised an eyebrow slightly—I remembered previous Filth Gods wore pure white robes, their white capes fluttering in the wind, so majestic; how had he now switched to ordinary cloth, even lost his cape?

Just as the old man spoke, snow-white qi surged from Xue Miaoyin’s sleeve, and her figure vanished instantly. The old man was alert—he extended his body technique, leaving a phantom image as he retreated backward.

Meanwhile, the Demon Emperor ordered his subordinates to strengthen guard around the Demon King’s Hall; having learned from past mistakes, he made thorough preparations—even if Han Yueqiao returned, she would never again seize the Demon King’s Hall so easily.

“This… is it some kind of… armor?” Liang Long stared at his once plump white hands, now covered in a thin film of black particles, turning them black—he grabbed at the air, utterly astonished.

After tens of thousands of years of torment from this lethal poison, today it would finally reach resolution; Tun couldn’t help feeling tense, his gaze fixed on Yan Bei.

Yan Bei swallowed nervously—he truly had no confidence he could break into the top ten thousand.

Yan Bei didn’t care whether Gu Ji agreed or not—he dragged him straight into a pill-tea shop. Gu Ji sensed trouble and tried twice to slip away, but each time Yan Bei blocked him.

Pretending to turn and leave, he heard hurried footsteps thudding from inside the room—they rushed to the outer hall, flung open the door, and cried: “Hey hey, come back, come back! You didn’t get the wrong place—it’s here! We just don’t know who you are, never heard your voice before.”

That day in Xia City, he watched Xu Yan cut her wrist before him, expressionless… he panicked.

“Su Qin, qualified—stay directly. Others, select based on comprehensive scores.” Li Jingyu rose, looking at the Legal Affairs Department director.

Soon, the passbook arrived smoothly; she specially opened a new one, to be used exclusively for stock trading.

Lin Qingqiu smiled helplessly—how many wrongs had her own son done to Luo Xingchen back then?

Li Sheng’s university major was obscure; after graduation, she worked at a geological survey unit, where she met Old Bao—they took to each other instantly and became master and apprentice.

He looked at the other two aunts in the dormitory; their faces were also filled with fear—he knew something real had happened.

The Xu Physician wore an inscrutable smile and led Old Li into the adjacent room.

“Is this why you rejected me?” He hadn’t realized becoming a diviner demanded so much—but he didn’t care about any of it.

Zhao Zhao He He didn’t know why the house fell silent the moment Dad returned—they still warmly welcomed the guests.

“Why don’t we sneak over to take a look? If Grandma gets scolded to tears, we can comfort her right away.” Han Bao suddenly suggested.

They had all concealed their qi, intending to pick off the Qingyun Sect members one by one—but they’d been exposed by Dao Xuan.