Chapter 354: There Is Reason to It: Reward According to Merit

Within the Blood Demon Array, not even a pin could drop in silence.

The three Yueming Immortals engaged in battle were frozen as if time had stopped.

Behind Wu Zhi, the Buddha held the Vajra Club, turning his gaze toward the Sun-Moon Bell, motionless, even appearing foolishly as if he wanted to scratch his head.

The Yueming Immortals were even more so.

He stared blankly at the gap in the Fivefold Blood Demon Array—there should have been a Blood Demon Flag there.

This was the very flag he had schemed tirelessly for, even at the cost of killing the Yin-Yang Rakshasa.

With his gnashing teeth and wild, tangled hair, she looked like a demon from hell, come specifically to claim Han Miaomiao's life—her eyes, dead gray and wide open, glared at Han Miaomiao with absolute intent to kill.

Wang Xuelin saw that Fang Xinyu's emotions had stabilized, so she took her leave; Xu Xiang also prepared to re-enter the game, while Fang Xin was fully entrusted to Xia Yao, who would surely care for her well.

But Du Xiao never expected that Li Zhi would not even look back—he spun around and thrust his sword straight at him, aiming directly for his throat.

When Shang Xi came to deliver the paper, Su Jinyu was napping on her bed, completely unaware of the events outside.

"What? You won't accept it? Please, isn't this proposal romantic enough? Everyone else says it's romantic—fine dining, flowers, a ring—I've got them all. I'm just missing the kneel. Fine, I'll do it again." With that, Dongfang Ji rose to his feet, preparing to kneel.

"Jia Yan, I'm going back now. Take care of yourself. Call me if anything comes up." She stroked Jia Yan's head, then left without even glancing at Xiao Yiheng.

"Don't phrase it so harshly—that's called additional financing!" Yang Wei explained earnestly. In truth, he knew perfectly well this was just raising money—but what could he do, stuck in the middle? If it's money-raising, then so be it.

The old man's needle technique is called "Extinction and Rebirth." When Yang Yang first heard the name, he dismissed it—just an acupuncture method, how could it possibly alter fate? But as he began treating the old man and the elder activated his inner strength, Yang Yang was utterly stunned.

"Big sister, you've threatened me with this excuse for over ten years—can't you switch it up?" The voice on the other end of the phone sounded utterly exasperated.

Shangguan Shi held his phone, staring at an open photo—his face was grim. It showed the characters Yan Zhen, himself, and Wang Tian. He never imagined something like this could happen.

Zhao Liujia thought for a moment and realized it made sense—she had sat all night in the teahouse, weighing every factor, unable to decide, precisely because she had considered too many variables.

The slime stretched like pulled asphalt, spreading like giant nets across the ceiling and surrounding walls, swiftly blocking the door and trapping the two completely.

In her room, posters of War Gods covered every wall. She had even declared publicly that she would marry no one but Lian Haotian in this lifetime.

If Li Fugui had focused all his qi to block this fireball, he might not have suffered such severe injuries. But he had scattered his qi to defend against the more lethal threats, so the fireball's damage was only partially blocked—the rest had to be absorbed by his flesh.

Though he wore no precious gold or jewels, Zhou Ze's bearing led him to assume this was a customer visiting the shop.

The people around him immediately realized—Wu Fanghua was right; there must be more than just this one painting.

Huang tried to raise her hand, trembling—but she had not an ounce of strength left. It was as if she had expended every last bit of energy just to reach this point.

What a weird habit… but it's kind of nice. The more she said it, the more natural it sounded. Since it felt natural now, might as well keep saying it.

Zhou Ze asked question after question as if hearing royal secrets for the first time, behaving exactly like a servant in the emperor's service.