Chapter 209: Kill the Entire Family, Leave Not a Single Chicken or Dog, the Evidence Is Ironclad, Divine Light Enters the Dream

Wang Yu cannot determine how many Purple Mansion cultivators the Wang clan will produce; the only one who can decide is Mang Xiang.

Therefore, he must become the most loyal Mang Xiaojiang, helping Mang Xiang purge the Divine Light poison from the Western Sea, proving his loyalty through action.

Cultivation is cultivation; the cruelest truths are never told to newcomers—this system resembles luring cultivators in only to slowly kill them.

Those who refine Qi and cultivate Qi often only see Foundation Establishment cultivators eating well every meal, never seeing the Foundation Establishment

She refused to believe Jiang Han could have such good fortune—someone of her background, could any noble young master possibly find her worthy?

Su Li’s tone was harsh; Zhou Li shot her a resentful glance, her demeanor proud and aloof.

If Ju Yuan acquires them, not even five hundred million would be guaranteed—perhaps not even fifty million, and they wouldn’t even help settle their debts; this was clearly meant to drive them to ruin.

Wan Yu returned home reluctantly, seeing Aunt Ren still burning incense and worshipping Buddha daily, finding it incomprehensible.

Thus, Cheng Lina and Xu Zhanpeng eliminated everyone on the ferry and evacuated Su Li and the others safely.

She turned and walked away before he could respond; just as she was about to enter the door, Xia Xingzhi was so enraged he could not speak, feeling his sister was utterly disobedient, acting solely on her own will, utterly disregarding the Xia family’s honor.

Su Kehan leaned desperately against the elevator door, preventing it from closing—she had only come downstairs to buy a strap at the lingerie shop next door, and just happened to encounter Su Yan coming down, seizing the chance to mock her.

Lu Tingshen disapproved of her polite yet distant attitude, but had no recourse; he frowned at her for a long moment before reluctantly withdrawing his hand and letting her go.

Unlike her elder sister’s fiery, sunlike style, her second sister’s cultivation method mirrored her martial soul—a mysterious, elegant three-tailed wind fox, brimming with speed and agility.

In fact, this was exactly Su Ming’s intention; with so many outsiders arriving, he deliberately sent people to roast meat.

Her face was pale, listless, and dull—quite unlike Bo Wanqiao’s expectation of Zhi Ning’s haughty arrogance.

But Chen Jue now possessed the Dragon God Yin-Yang Art; in this regard, he grew stronger with every battle and could even elevate his soul power level.

As if real flesh and mud had been splashed, falling like rain with a rustling sound; the explosive air currents were swallowed and dissipated by the mist’s surging waves, leaving only the scorching intent, the lingering aura.

Zhang Qingzheng stepped forward to resume hosting; he glanced at Shangguan Qinglei, nearly dead from Xi Xi’s relentless pounding, a flicker of revulsion in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Gu Changshu also noticed the relationship between Chi Chen and Jiang Lizhou; he paused, then slowly approached Chi Chen and spoke to him.

Her facial structure and bone structure were exceptionally superior; even without makeup, she remained exquisitely painted.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and hurried to soothe Bai Tao and the receptionist’s emotions.

Under normal circumstances, a Twin Martial Soul cultivator would add a soul ring to their second martial soul after reaching Level 90.

“It’s been a long time since I visited the Empress Dowager; I suppose you might have time to accompany me to the palace?” Nie Fenghua smiled, inviting him as he remained silent.

Qing’er’s face turned ashen; these three questions were, in some way, interconnected, revealing that the traitor had been executing a conspiracy all along.

Clearly, this imperial tomb had deep roots; though Long Wei was the Grand Protector, he still did not wish to break the surface peace.

Inside the room, the two occupants did not notice the whispered exchange between the two maids outside—or rather, someone had clearly heard it but pretended not to.

Ye Tian saw this classic bully-blocking-the-road scene, looked at the three men before him, and didn’t know what to say.

But before he finished speaking, the true disciple suddenly said nothing, and with a sharp crack, slapped him across the face.