Chapter 840: Cruel He Chen! Outcries and Accusations!

“But I really lost 200 yuan…”

Li Weijuan had been shocked and delighted when He Chen scolded Zheng Wei and blamed Zhu Xiaobei, but as she listened further, something felt off.

What does “I know, I believe” even mean?

If you, He Chen, know that Zhu Xiaobei believes in Zhu Xiaobei, then what am I, the one accusing Zhu Xiaobei of stealing?

Fake!

So it was all an illusion after all!

All this nonsense about siding with justice over kinship—just for show.

First suppress, then…

“Outside,” Yan Zhen murmured, glancing warily outward, where a faint silver glow had appeared in the sky; he hurried over and saw what looked like a silver swallow flying—silver light enveloping the entire Yan family hall.

“I wonder if I can enter the Yin-Yang Pearl’s space.” The thought arose, and Lu Yu felt a mysterious force instantly wrap around him, transporting him instantly into the Yin-Yang Pearl’s space.

Upon hearing Ye Haochuan’s request, Wu the manager had already cursed Ye Haochuan’s ancestors back eighteen generations in his mind.

After leaving the hotel, Han Yao hurried a short distance along the road in front of it, then stopped before a crossroads.

Yang Wo took the opportunity to reorganize the salt trade, lowering official salt prices while cracking down hard on smuggled salt, which caused salt revenues to rise sharply.

“Dad, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” Wuji, realizing he couldn’t escape, quickly begged.

Coincidentally, this shop was the very one where Old Qi had sold Zhengyang Huichun Pills, which were displayed prominently as the shop’s treasure; dozens of people had gathered in the hundred-square-foot hall to watch, but Anzi, blind, hadn’t seen anything—his guide cane flailed randomly, hoping to accidentally tap the assassin, earning him a torrent of abuse that reached the shop and drew Mo Hanyu’s attention.

Yan Zhen had no time to care about others’ fates—he continued fighting, absorbing the death energy of all who fell, whether immortal or demon. At that moment, he suddenly noticed two Earth Immortal-level figures battling ahead.

“You bastard, you crippled someone and still act so cocky? You think this Eight-State Town is your own backyard?!” Li Fei shouted, face flushed with rage.

He had ascended from the peak of the Post-Heaven Realm to the Primordial Heaven Realm; though only newly entered, it was still Primordial Heaven—utterly different from Post-Heaven peak.

Wen Mu’s reaction was calm; she simply said, “I see,” and began checking what they had bought.

She could only copy patterns exactly—asking her to design her own styles? Sorry, she had no such ability.

As he spoke, Yan Chixia burst into violent coughing, his face instantly draining of color, turning deathly pale, a wisp of black qi climbing to his brow.

An elderly man in his fifties or sixties, wearing a white lab coat, stepped out and took Lin Qishan’s takeout, glancing at Lin Qishan before asking.

Jiang Nian froze—he realized he’d overthought it. Was he accusing Ji Ci of greed? But wasn’t he the same, clinging to her while still wanting Bai Momo? Disgusting.

It assumed the host, upon learning the cost behind this dangerous idea, would wisely abandon it—after all, in its experience, Host Tu Hui had always been a cautious, self-preserving, frugal type who valued survival above all.

Sitting beside her was Sun Niangzi; the driver up front was also an Xuan Guard—perhaps others lurked unseen—all under Pei Yanzhou’s command.

Suddenly, fighting sounds erupted outside, then the door was kicked open, splitting into two halves, tearing free from its frame and crashing to the ground.

At the foot of the mountain, a hundred-man unit escorted over a dozen heavily laden carts, pressing forward without pause, horses galloping nonstop.

Her gaze seemed sensed by Xie Ye—he turned to look directly at her, his eyes indescribable, brimming with countless sorrows and boundless helplessness waiting to be released.

Soon after, it was said he entered the Apex Realm, ascended as the Master of Mount Hua, led Mount Hua to defeat the Demon Cult, slew five Apex-level experts, and personally beheaded his old enemy, the Purple Robe Dragon King.