Chapter 445: A Tiny Bit of Fortune! The Crowd

Golden Core, late stage?

Upon hearing those words, Zheng Yulong froze in place, even failing to respond when Lin Mo greeted him.

Xi Cheng Shaosheng also wore a look of utter disbelief.

His reaction was identical to when he first received the news.

He hadn’t believed it then—those kids, barely twenty years into their cultivation, had already reached late-stage Golden Core!

In a sense, they now stood on the same level as them.

Lu Tian knew the principle: when immense weight combines with extreme speed, the destructive force becomes greatest.

Han Qianling suddenly rose to his feet, flung his wine gourd away, and crossed his hands before his chest, tapping and weaving to form a mysterious seal.

Upon hearing Wang Yidong’s words, everyone was delighted; Xu Shiyu immediately called her father to report.

He seemed to be one of Su Qingcheng’s cousins, named Su Yuanfan. He had some ability—graduated from a prestigious Ivy League school, returned from abroad, and now likely assisted Su Linglong in managing the family’s enterprises; among the Su family’s third generation, he was one of the few non-playboy members with real capability and insight.

Looking at the thick ledger’s pages, row after row of names, a rough count of the pages suggested no fewer than five or six hundred people had provided various “evidence.”

A man pushed through the soldiers on either side—a massive bearded giant stepped forward! He clenched his teeth, his leopard eyes bulging wide.

A glowing arm, wreathed in halos as if divine, gently reached out; each chess piece shifted position as the arm moved.

Liu Defei did not join the verbal battle between the two; he now acted as a mediator, and since their momentum was high, he’d better not provoke trouble—he still had that much sense.

Zhou Cheng rubbed his sleepy eyes; anyone woken early would be irritable, and Zhou Cheng yawned, muttering discontentedly.

The clone, seeing Yuan Ying closing in, instantly reverted to its true form and unleashed an unparalleled sword intent, forming a sword domain no weaker than the domain of fire.

“This family has quite a few members,” everyone thought, curious to visit their home. The tall banana person was the patriarch; his name was Number One—no need to say, the others were Number Two, Number Three… It was indeed a labor-saving naming method.

“Where did this guy run off to? It’s so cold, yet he dares to wander around.” Mu Feng muttered, stepping out of the city.

Mu Changfeng silently cursed—turns out the White-Headed Old Man hadn’t slept at all, but had been secretly observing every move he made.

So Shitian Di simply seized the corpses of these high-level demons under the pretext of taking a cut, then handed them to Yaxilian, who used necromantic alchemy to forge high-grade weapons and armor—that was the most cost-effective approach.

Then Lu Zhan poured another cup of water onto his clothes, wiped lightly—and the water vanished, the fabric remained dry.

“Weapons are divided into six tiers: Common, Fine, Rare, Epic, Legendary, and Sacred. I’ve already explained this to you—everyone understands, right? Meaning, this weapon’s power scales with the strength of its user,” Shen Han explained.

Moreover, the center of Moon Sprint Tower had shifted entirely to the Chaoyun City Moon Theater; whenever Xuan Ye and Lu Yuexin had free time, they went there, leaving only him to watch over this place.

As previously decided, Wang Qitian and Xia Xue entered the bedroom, while Pei Wei and the other two rested in the living room.

It was his stubbornness that led to his sister’s death and pushed his mother onto an irreversible path of ruin. It was his unrepentant scheming, secretly plotting to poison Fang Zhiang and several senior uncles, which caused the young Lin Yuan to be poisoned into a coma.

Leaving aside the muscleman’s thoughts, Yu Jiaonu pulled the Black Dragon into the adjacent lounge, lightly hooked her foot behind her, locking the door, then shed her dress.