Chapter 237: My Clan's Yulou Has the Bearing of a Golden Core!

At Wang family mountain, midair, Wang Yulou was taking Wang Yu'an to look at a donkey.

No—appreciate, appreciate the donkey.

Flowers can be appreciated, so why can't a donkey be appreciated?

How much pressure is Wang Yulou under?

Put it this way—sometimes he indulges in the fantasy of being a brainless dumb donkey.

From birth to death, all is bliss; only the instant of death brings pain.

A dumb donkey's life is just that monotonous and bland, but satisfying.

Satisfying for a whole lifetime,

Heaven rewards the diligent. If the demon mirror he spoke of is indeed the Thousand-Year Demon Mirror, then Xueye Yushi's eyes have hope. At the very least, I now know the mirror's whereabouts, which is far easier than searching for it in a sea of people. Although the lost mirror is in Yulang Qi's hands, I will certainly find a way to get it.

The two skirted around the pool and followed the bluestone path to the front of a grand hall built of rosewood. Two plaques stood on either side of the door, inscribed: "Dropping sail at Jinhua's shore, where Crimson Pines might be summoned." Li Bai's verse suited the scene rather well. Pushing the door open, a wave of fragrance rushed in, instantly clearing the spirit.

"The incantation of the Blood Curse comes in five kinds, corresponding to the five great clans. Such matters need not be told to an outsider like you—even Mingzhu and Weilai could not know them. These are the most closely guarded secrets, known only when each successive patriarch of the five great clans assumes the position of clan head." Zhan Fengyun also said in a low voice.

The meeting ended with Han Xiaofeng's smooth entry into the Star Fall Society. After the meeting concluded, the several elders all departed; their expressions were somewhat complicated, and one could tell each harbored his own concerns.

This also bought enough time for the various great sects of the Immortal Mainland, sparing them from being caught off guard and dealt a devastating blow by the retreat of the cultivators from the other five great life lands.

Precisely because of this, many demon-cultivation disciples stationed at War Soldier Canyon were all dragged into it. One by one, before they even knew what was happening, they began to flee in panic, gasping for breath as they ran, cursing furiously in their hearts.

Having just hung up on Wang Tongtong, Fu Qingzhi's call came in; then, as if by prior arrangement, once that one ended, Zhong Chengjun's call came in.

On the second day after Lang Yu returned to the Heavenly Palace, a thunderous boom that shook the immortal realm exploded beneath the black hole. After a day of standoff between the human and demon races, the immortal-formation array self-detonated; nine superior-grade immortal artifacts shattered the void, and within a thousand miles, a vast patch of chaotic laws seemed pasted onto the black hole like a pitch-black patch.

The thought was—had Wei Chen's Xuantong-realm cultivation been genuine rather than merely a flashy facade this time, the ones laughing last would likely have been the Wei clan.

"Anthony, what's wrong? What happened to your head?" Christine shouted anxiously.

"Alright, alright," Qi Feng said, bowing and nodding, while pressing the stop button on the recorder—yet he did not put the phone away.

Though she never stepped beyond her gates, she knew just how dire the situation at Yan Mountain was, and how ferocious the enemies Wei Wuji was about to face.

But Wei Wuji's thinking clearly differed; if one meekly submitted to such a thing, what use would all the great killing karma he had wrought in Chen Country have been?

Wen Zifan's words were undoubtedly an even greater insult, exposing her secret directly before the public eye.

What offered a little reassurance was that now Qi Country and Chu Country's attention was fixed to the south; in dealing with Wu Country, they had not launched an attack against Wei Country's side.

Color drained from Liang Xiaoxue's face; she had only just opened her mouth to speak when Luo Hebin hauled her into the house.

The eighteen-into-nine match was held today at eleven in the morning. The eighteen-into-nine match uses a best-of-three format; by the championship bout the format will change to best-of-five.

And the most important matter of all was none other than his personally leading the campaign—the first great war he would preside over since ascending the throne.