Chapter 237: My Clan

Wangjia Mountain, in midair, Wang Yulou was watching a donkey together with Wang Yuan.

No, admire—the donkey.

Flowers can be admired; why not a donkey?

How great was Wang Yulou’s pressure?

Let me put it this way: sometimes he fantasized he was a mindless, stupid donkey.

From birth to death, he was happy—only at the moment of death did he suffer.

A stupid donkey’s life was dull and meaningless, but satisfying.

Satisfy for a lifetime.

Heaven does not forsake the diligent; if the demon mirror he spoke of truly was the thousand-year demon mirror, then Xueye Yushi’s eyes had hope—at least he now knew the demon mirror’s whereabouts, which was far easier than searching through a sea of people. Though the lost demon mirror was in Yu Langqi’s hands, he would surely find a way to obtain it.

The two bypassed the pond and walked along the green stone path to the redwood Mingtang hall. Two plaques flanked the entrance, inscribed: “Sail lowered at Jin Hua shore, Chi Song may be summoned.” Li Bai’s verse fit perfectly here. Pushing open the door, a fragrant scent rushed in, instantly clearing the spirit.

“The incantations of the Blood Curse total five, each corresponding to one of the five great families. This secret is unknown even to outsiders like you—neither Mingzhu nor Weilai could know it. Only the current head of each family learns it upon assuming leadership.” Zhan Fengyun spoke gravely.

The meeting ended with Han Xiaofeng’s successful entry into the Star Fall Society. Afterward, the elders returned home, their expressions complex—clearly each harbored private thoughts.

This granted the major sects of the Immortal Continent sufficient time, preventing them from suffering sudden, devastating blows when the five other life-source realms’ cultivators withdrew.

Because of this, many demon-cultivator disciples stationed at Battle Soldier Gorge were all caught up in the chaos. Not knowing what had happened, they panicked and fled, gasping for breath while cursing inwardly.

Just after hanging up Wang Tongtong’s call, Fu Qingzhi’s call came in; then, as if prearranged, as soon as that ended, Zhong Chengjun’s call rang through.

The day after Lang Yu returned to Tiangong, a thunderous explosion shattered beneath the black hole, shaking the Immortal Realm. After a day of standoff between the human and demon races, the Immortal Artifact array detonated; nine top-grade Immortal Artifacts cracked the void. Within a thousand li, a vast expanse of chaotic laws clung beneath the black hole like a patch of pitch-black fabric.

He thought: had Wei Chen’s Xuan Tong realm cultivation not been hollow, but genuine, the Wei family would have been the ones laughing last.

“Anthony, what’s wrong? What happened to your head?” Christine cried out in concern.

“Alright, alright,” Qi Feng nodded and bowed as he pressed the record stop button, but didn’t put the phone away.

Though she never left her gate, she knew how dire Yan Mountain’s situation was—and how cruel the enemies Wei Wujie would face.

But Wei Wujie’s thinking clearly differed; if he passively accepted all this, what purpose had his earlier slaughter in Chen State served?

Wen Zifan’s words were an even greater insult, exposing her secret openly before all.

Slightly reassuring was the fact that Qi and Chu were now focused on the south and had not launched attacks against Wei.

Liang Xiaoxue’s face turned pale; she opened her mouth to speak, but Luo Hebin dragged her into the room.

The eighteen-to-nine match took place at eleven a.m. today; it followed a best-of-three format, which would change to best-of-five for the championship final.

Most crucial of all was his personal campaign—it was his first major war since ascending the throne.