Chapter 452: Altering the Array, the Elder

"Mount Hao Ri, the Soul Transformation cultivation technique?"

Upon receiving Xie Qingxue’s message, Zheng Fa lightly raised an eyebrow—not disappointed, but rather pleased.

Although he held little affection for any of the Five Sects, and Yan Sect Master had once attacked him, diplomacy was always better than no diplomacy at all.

Moreover, Yan Sect Master seemed intent on courting disaster, possibly even targeting Mount Hao Ri.

As long as Yan Sect Master relentlessly targeted Mount Hao Ri, Zheng Fa was willing to endorse the united front.

When Princess Rong Shou left, she clutched the Rang Bu Ling tightly; it was merely a hair ornament, so Su Ruhui had no reason to dispute it and let her take it.

Zhang Yijun turned and walked slowly to the chair behind his desk, sitting down as he responded to the newcomer.

Before her stood a man in his forties, slightly corpulent, with a thinning crown, his appearance refined yet marked by the shrewdness typical of merchants—he was Tian Kun, whom Su Nian recognized.

"I’d like to see what he can produce to prove he’s right!" Wu Qi snorted.

Prince Qing kicked the chair onto the floor, cursing as he wrapped his cloak around him and vanished out the door like a gust of wind. He had prepared for the worst: he would kneel outside Zhenguo Temple, and he refused to believe his mother wouldn’t feel pity for her son.

Fu Shui dared not delay; he dropped to his knees with a thud, then cried out in pain—he had landed directly on shards of broken porcelain. Instinctively, he tried to rise, but Su Ruhui cast him a cold glance, and he immediately forced himself to kneel upright despite the pain.

Su Nian lifted her gaze to Wang Huan, seeing his ink-black hair loosely falling on either side, his burning eyes fixed unwaveringly on her, filled with concern.

The creak of the wheelbarrow echoed through the surroundings, making the already desolate area feel even more eerie.

Less than five paces from the cave entrance, Lie Yu walked over, sat down, released his spiritual sea, and began meditative cultivation.

Lying on the bed, enjoying the hot gusts swept by the electric fan, Wang Yue sat with one leg crossed over the other, half-closing his eyes, utterly at ease.

Mo Yuan, seeing this, immediately suppressed his surprise and confusion, replacing them with a furrowed brow. His mission was to personally kill Ren Weiyong—not to assist or participate in his killing.

To be honest, Lin Mu had discovered a major weakness in Tian Jiang: a sense of self-important isolation.

Though the Tian Hong Patrol Capital was arrogant, it still showed sufficient respect to the strong, bowing slightly with clasped hands.

Because in the Dark Dao, information was sealed off, and the Bright Lamp of Illumination truly did not know about Lin Mu’s recent activities.

"Hmph, utter nonsense. Then tell me—can your hospital not cure it?" Lin Hao snapped. This hospital was nothing but a money-grubbing scam.

Arriving at the dining table, he picked up the newspaper he had bought and began reading; one item caught his eye, and he froze.

The gongs and drums on stage continued without pause, while a few idle spectators below chatted intermittently.

These people, when facing him, always held back, unable to unleash their full strength.

Starting a company from scratch and building it into a nationally renowned enterprise—that kind of accomplishment was far more satisfying.

"Oh? To escape from you—could it be the Demon God, or Long You Valley?" In a high-pitched voice, a third giant emerged—Tian Huacheng, waist-length hair flowing loosely, his face still youthful, lips red and teeth white, a strikingly beautiful young man.

Moreover, if a human corpse remained enveloped in grievous qi for a long time without dissipating, it might mutate and give rise to a demonic spirit—or, through demonic clan techniques, be directly transformed into a powerful demonic general.

Qin Ziqing, watching me in this state, felt a flicker of amusement inside, yet still pretended to comfort me; the more she comforted me, the angrier I grew, the more I wanted to kill Seventh Elder.

The Yun family members all stared at Lin Yun in astonishment, shocked by his ruthless decisiveness.