Chapter 226: Difficult Life as a Ghost

After chatting with Zhao Xuerong, Xiao Yue finally understood why she refused to talk about how she died.

Such a big person, and she died so senselessly.

She said her devoted husband, after her death, indulged in wine and women, bringing home a different woman every day…

She said her best friend, when talking about her with others, sneered and called her selfish and showy, viciously slandering her…

…

It was those I had at school

The elder members of the Xu family had already agreed with Zheng Xueyi: apart from the Xu ancestral graves on the mountain, the Zheng family could also bury their dead there, shared by both clans; everything else was left unaddressed.

"Hmph, friend, do you even know where this is? Do you even know who I am?" Wu Yuanxin did not answer Xiao Feng's question, but repeated his own words again.

"Every time you go out, you make such a huge scene—you're even more showy than Old Dragon!" The Purple Gold Divine Dragon sneered, clearly annoyed.

A few hundred meters meant nothing to a fired bullet—it vanished in an instant, reaching its target, the sniper's forehead, in a fraction of a second.

Various murmurs reached their ears; Lei Guangyi clenched his fists in anger, but he knew he couldn't silence these people, so he merely shot them a cold, warning glance.

Ye Fei thought that beating them up would feel good, but once he left, they'd keep harming others—he decided to be a true Lei Feng and uproot them completely.

He got up, opened the door, and found Lin Wan. Yuan Xing stepped aside, letting her in, then shut the door behind him.

"Alright, I'm going right now!" Yue Yi slammed the phone down, her heart fluttering with delight.

A faint flame flickered on the blood-red candle, wavering between light and shadow, mirroring his current mood. Then, a tiny darkness began at the wick's tip, slowly creeping downward like dye, turning the crimson wax gradually black.

"Cough, cough!" The Master of the Hidden Dharma cleared his throat lightly, his vigilance easing slightly as he looked at Zheng Ji: "Then we'll follow your words. But before that, you'll have to endure some discomfort—once things are confirmed, you'll be treated as an honored guest."

Asen 's voice wasn't loud, but in the silent break room, every word landed clearly in everyone's ears.

Gu Shengze set his luggage on the ground, turned slightly, leaned against the wall, and watched her every move.

"With my Petrifying Powder, where do you think you can run? You'll come with me." The eunuch smiled, glanced at them, then effortlessly lifted Wuwei into the carriage.

Seeing Bei Tengying still hesitating, his patience vanished—he grabbed her hand and half-pulled, half-dragged her out of the Board of Directors' office.

He wrote a secret memorial and sent it to Chang'an, settling accounts with Li Yuan over this first batch of salt.

But after that, no matter who called her, all she heard was that sound—so she finally changed the ringtone altogether.

Looking around, she saw stone walls enclosing her, nearly airtight. The only sliver of light came from above. She observed everything, silently pondering and guessing.

Letting them go left Xu Qing with a thousand men. Guarding the prisoners and repairing the castle was enough—after all, the enemy had only a thousand too.

Many cultivators can obtain and even wield the power of the Dao at the peak of Yuan Jun or even Semi-Emperor, but these Dao powers carry no specific Dao imprint. In other words, their power leaves no mark, so they cannot fully represent the Dao.

Jia Long had been smiling just now, yet she radiated overwhelming pressure—everyone had wanted to speak, but before they could, she vomited.