Chapter 207: Wang Yulou, the Poison Eradicator, Mang Xiang, Loyalty

It was like a long and bizarre game of power, the ambitions of the great cultivators blazing like fire.

Wang Yulou had seen the rising smoke from the start, but only today did he clearly see the truth hidden within the flickering flames.

The ten-thousand-year-old demon beast Mang Xiang and the Immortal Alliance partner Qing Rui have already played their cards.

Now, Qiu Milü and Xuan Zhuan stood before Shen Guang’s divine form, waiting for this legendary Immortal Sovereign of the Western Sea to play his hand.

Shen Guang, it’s your turn.

In a daze, voices called her name, one after another, at her ear.

Near the spirit stone sat a golden-furred monkey, tall and upright, wrapped in a grass skirt, its eyes vacant, staring at the immortal stone before it—half-smiling, half-crying, half-angry, half-furious, utterly bizarre.

“Let him go. The Saint may still remember your years of toil and spare your life,” Suonan’s voice was stiff, cold as frozen iron.

From the Mu family, Mo Wangchen learned that the first ancestral founder of the Wen Dao Sect—the sect’s originator—had once emerged from Zhi Canglan.

She had always known Helian Zhan hated the matter of Shen Yanxi, but she had never seen him bring it up so awkwardly before.

The family’s rigorous training grove was an extremely dangerous place, filled with ferocious beasts. It was said that nine out of ten disciples who entered to train died; only a handful ever emerged alive.

Just now, he had wanted to show off invisibly before Ye Di, and before great beauties like Helian Xue’er and Xi Ziqing—that was the most deadly kind of display.

“Dad, I’m not opposing your opinion—I actually want to play in the NBA right now, I want to earn money early too. But I made a promise with Xunyi beforehand, so I need to discuss it with her before making my final decision,” Ni’er said, troubled, staring at his parents.

Around him now, hidden in the void, were Meng family’s Tianxian-level experts. Meng Hong did not believe the Death-Ending Holy Disciple would truly dare to strike at him.

A familiar voice reached him, making Sun Lin involuntarily shiver—he recognized it as the Wuchao Chan Master.

Listening to Dong Weng’s words, every demon clan member fell into thought, their eyes igniting with flames of hope.

Here, not only were there immensely powerful arrays guarding the place, but also the empire’s most elite bodyguard troops, nearly a million Central Army troops stationed outside the city, countless Saint Embryo experts residing within the city, and most importantly, a supremely powerful Divine Master guarding deep within the royal palace.

Indeed, the words “reward” and “large quantity” instantly revived his spirit, his eyes blazing with light.

He finally exhaled in relief. “Then it’s fine—as long as it’s not wasted.” That was a Heaven-grade battle knife; there weren’t many left in all of Tianhuang. If it truly got cut in half, he would be heartbroken.

Hearing Situ Xing’s words, both Li Tiangang and Lai Dabu showed expressions of shock.

“You don’t know this? Throwing skills are ranked as Grandson, Son, Father, Grandfather—those with great skill become Father or Grandfather; those with poor skill can only be Grandson or Son,” Wei Yuhang said casually.

Garen, who had been screaming, suddenly became a meat grinder, spinning wildly into a giant windmill, scattering a feast of blood and flesh.

Thus, the group took the land route north to Yuegang, then boarded a northbound merchant ship, passed through several places, and finally arrived in Tianjin.

Lu Tian also dropped his casual expression and solemnly warned them of these matters. Only after receiving their promises did he withdraw his aura.

Time flew by; the bright sun in the sky had tilted significantly. Han Feng mounted his Harley from the manor, gave a brief farewell to the middle-aged man, and still did not learn who he was—he wasn’t stupid; Baidu clearly showed the chairman of Wangde Group wasn’t him. So who was he?