Chapter 217: Return to Origin, Return to Truth: The Minor Formless, Seventeen Lineages of Refinement, Wang Yulou Arrives at the Front

The Patriarch’s status as an immortal—I, Wang Yulou, dare not comment.

Before the Hanging Script, I must bow low and serve; if the Patriarch truly became immortal, would I, Wang Yulou, not be doomed to eternal servitude as a cowardly descendant?

“True Person, I have yet to choose a primary cultivation art. The Clan Chief advised that after returning to the sect, I seek guidance from you or True Person Danri. I never expected the journey back to be so fraught with obstacles.”

Wang Yulou bowed with a bitter smile, voicing his request, while also subtly hinting at his plight.

“Make a lot of money…” Wang Zuluo grumbled, repeating it, then crouched down to unfasten the iron wire around the other’s wrist.

Chen Shuqin, her face filled with worry, went to find her husband Gu Shuyun; thinking of her son’s current state, her words carried a trace of resentment.

If Ye Xiao and the others had used that serum, even Ye Fanchen and Liu Jiayi alone could reach the second or third layer of internal qi.

Upon hearing that General An intended to entrust this vital matter to him, An Tai was stunned, only coming to his senses after a long pause.

Even the strongest ten-thousand-meter runner on Blue Star could not achieve such terrifying speed in the final few hundred meters while giving full effort—could Ye Fanchen’s body really be made of machinery, never knowing fatigue?

Mo Yi glanced at her, reluctantly withdrawing his sword, stepping back several paces to resume his swordplay in the courtyard—practicing his art, yet also warning her to mind her place.

“Avenge that waste? You?” Ye Fanchen laughed, his demeanor utterly devoid of aura, like an ordinary man.

Hu Zi grinned cruelly; after all these years, he had not encountered such a foolhardy idiot as Ye Fanchen.

“Doctor Gao Gao~ We’re all students—please, have mercy, save us. We haven’t eaten in days.”

During the banquet, Ye Fanchen showed no sign of displeasure or outrage, as if watching a game.

“Don’t say that!” I reached out to cover his mouth—he need not explain; I fully understood his helplessness and lack of choice. Was I not the same?

“A madman who doesn’t care about his life!” Seeing Ye Fan’s reckless actions, Gu Haotian’s eyes revealed rare wariness; he gritted his teeth, hesitating not a moment, and climbed upward with renewed vigor.

He had already reached behind her, yet she remained unaware, standing motionless, the angle of her head tilted upward toward the night sky unchanged.

It had all been settled, yet Xiao Yan brought it up again—Li Ying’s guilt made her unable to meet his gaze; she was so frantic she wanted to rush over and clamp her hand over Xiao Yan’s mouth.

The Western Mountain Ghost King was dead—and he died in a gruesomely horrific manner, utterly unbearable to behold. Though I’ve seen many corpses, I’ve seen all manner of grotesque forms.

At that very moment, in a room on the second floor, a purple-haired elder, whose drooping eyelids suddenly lifted, his clouded eyes, dim for years, flickered faintly with light.

Don’t blame her for rudeness—this old man ruined her, caused Xu Jinqiao to suffer her harm, drove him to drink himself into the hospital, and kept her from returning to Xu Jinqiao’s side—how could she possibly smile at him?

She lazily stretched, rubbed her aching muscles, picked up the robe on the floor, slipped it on, and tiptoed silently behind Li Mofan like a cat.

“Thank you, Divine Physician! Thank you!” No sooner had Lan Ziyue spoken than the waiting civilians knelt down in gratitude, every face beaming with joy.

“Get lost! Would you filthy things dare approach Brother Yi?” Jiang Chuan kicked the men away with his foot.

But this is a time of chaos—we must learn to grow up, learn to shoulder responsibility; there are so many younger brothers and Ning Bao below us.

As long as we persist, there’s still a chance to turn losses into profits; shorting Nuohua is the best hedge against risk.

As Lin Wan’er searched for her phone, a pair of black-and-white canvas shoes suddenly appeared before her eyes.