Chapter 473

Xiao Yu overlooked one thing: there was no divine power fluctuation on Old Ghost Chen, but he was indeed listed in the position of Guan Chenghuang back then.

Simply put, when he retired and returned to his hometown, the Great Qin Heavenly Master had already written his name on the "Investiture of the Gods."

Therefore, he could live in Tianmen Town for more than ten years without fear, living freely and unhurriedly.

Even today, he had no Book of Life and Death, no Guan Chenghuang Seal, no incense wish power, no Guan Chenghuang divine power... but he still...

This kind of emotion was simply impossible to control; he simply had no way to control himself from shedding tears. After all, his own biological son had lost his life just like that; how could he not be sad? How could he not be heartbroken?

He felt uncomfortable in his heart now, a bit sour, a bit... indescribable pain.

A tsunami occurred in the sea area, and all the creatures in the sea were silent, curled up on the ground, wailing and mourning, looking very painful and frightened. And in the Merman tribe, all the merfolk were stunned because they could see a divine dragon circling in the Dragon God Temple; it was shining with golden light, majestic, and domineering.

A cold light flashed, and the sharp blade left its sheath. The leading black-clothed assassin no longer held back and immediately engaged in a life-and-death struggle with the Sword Saint, but in the end, he couldn't resist the "Ji Wuying Sword Qi" of the Ji Wuying Swordsman and was beheaded.

"In the human world at this moment, there are developed things, but they have long lost human feelings, also lost that justice, and there are thousands of years of tradition that are slowly about to be lost. According to the underworld's saying, that is: 'lenient feelings, strict laws, for the people and for the government'—that is the right path."

Just as he was puzzled, he felt as if water was flowing on the back of his hand; looking down, he immediately understood.

Just as the three of them were sitting here, not far away, the official personnel of the hidden world of China stationed in the Imperial Capital had basically all arrived.

Then, if it is really as this Body Spirit said, wouldn't this Green Source Stone be useful to all Wood-Element Spirit Technique Origin Realm cultivators of the Heavy Heaven level? Is it a sacred object existence that Wood-Element Spirit Technique Origin Realm cultivators dream of?

At this moment, various spiritual treasures that made people feel dazzled and extremely greedy also appeared one by one.

And on the other side, every time he saw a ray of brilliance merge into Yang Yan's body, Yu Chang's heart sank a little more.

The Emperor's verdict echoed in the quiet hall, coldly determining the fate of the entire Jiang Mansion.

"The Artemisia annua sent by Grandmother has run out, and the patient cannot be delayed any longer." Yijing was extremely worried. The reason she transferred ten thousand doses of Artemisia to Shi Lanxin as Artemisia annua was to prevent her from passing off the fake as real; if the plan was delayed, the patient would not be treated in time.

But precisely because it was too steady, it might not necessarily make Yu Haoxi suspicious, and An Jin's sudden visit this time, I don't know if there was any other purpose, or if Yu Feng asked her to confirm her safety.

Fan Yiyi sat on the sofa, holding a throw pillow, "Is there any need for us to meet?" Didn't she know that seeing her would remind people of what she had done?

"Brother Lingdu, make a decision." Village Elder Bai Shan had originally been ready to go, but he didn't know what to do in this situation. However, he was the village elder after all; so many people in the village had been killed, he couldn't just let it go.

Since she didn't need to serve closely, her mood seemed to have calmed down a lot, and when she saw Yijing, her attitude was even more respectful.

"He hasn't been poisoned or cursed, I'm sure," Duanmu Qingluan said very firmly, leaving no room for doubt.

Drunk, she actively accepted his tossing and intertwining; the faint scent on him seemed as light as a Tianshan snow lotus, slightly faint and intoxicating.

What kind of mess is this... thinking of these, who is that monk? What is my dad doing? My head is aching as if it's being torn apart... although I didn't figure it out, the lust in my heart subsided a little.