Chapter 570: Destined Match

Hui'an Xingzhe rubbed his "Spiritual Eye," yet saw nothing at all.

"Bodhisattva, what is this?"

The Bodhisattva said: "When a human dies, they become a ghost; when a ghost dies, they become ni; when ni dies, they become xi; when xi dies, they become yi; when yi dies, they become wei; when wei dissolves, it becomes xu—the uttermost, absolute void."

This is a 'wei.'

Yu Fengxian, while purging the corrupted Black Mountain, discovered that the chaotic demonic thoughts tormenting her contained residual memories of countless living beings.

She understood that many of those memories

After tending to her grandfather's sleep, Xinghe shed the cheerful smile she'd worn all day, slowly letting her expression harden into cold solemnity.

Cui Dahai smiled and said that although he looked down on Chen Rou in his heart, he never intended to ruin her reputation.

Xia Chuan and You nodded; after all, she'd already eaten breakfast. A cup of coffee wouldn't hurt.

Yang Fan noticed they all agreed, then left the table and walked toward where they changed clothes.

No one knew whether Chen Shang had even been watching—he just sat there motionless, staring at the TV, utterly unresponsive no matter how intense the on-screen action became.

"You…" He Xiangnan's face flushed crimson instantly, staring at Zuo Jia in disbelief.

Only when the fleshy mass brushed against her leg did she snap back to reality, check her phone, and realize fifteen minutes had passed.

Xu Shiwu was exhausted from the day and didn't bother with polite refusals—he simply went to rest.

Who knows if the other person might take offense at the slightest flick of your hair and turn against you in bitter enmity?

Liang Jinghui kissed Shen Anqi and said proudly: for a man, his own capability is the very root of his pride—after all, a man's strength is the greatest praise a man can receive.

The Lian family hadn't held a wedding in a long time, so Lian Jie's marriage was celebrated with exceptional grandeur.

As the camera panned down to the guest's lower body, viewers realized tonight's guest was unlike the usual glamorous stars—a special person who had lost both arms and wore plain clothing.

Why would a Nascent Soul cultivator be found in a humble fourth-rank immortal sect like Qingyun Sect? Even in the top-tier immortal sects, a Nascent Soul cultivator was an absolute top-tier Elder-level power.

"I'm not going. I'll stay with you." Lu Chi yawned lazily, leaning back with relaxed ease, his long legs idly crossed.

Qin Chuqing instinctively drew in her slender, pale neck; only when the boy's hand slowly withdrew did she rise on her toes and press her porcelain-white, delicate face toward his.

As soon as Ye Qiu spoke, he noticed cracks forming in the eggshells and quickly fished both eggs out.

"Where do we go now?" Wang Han asked, turning to face the thousands of hovering vehicles surging toward them from behind—escaping would not be easy.

If Lu Ci hadn't scored just one or two points higher than her in every subject on the college entrance exam, she might never have noticed him at all—much less felt jealous, then fondness, or become a beauty-obsessed fool, utterly ridiculous.

Yesterday, she had fired a gun, killed a person, fought off a strange cat, and unleashed a wide-area technique; today, early in the morning, Fang Zhengtao called—there was a strong chance it was connected to yesterday's events.

Normally, only good-grade spiritual energy flows required advance booking; what was generally available on the market was at best medium quality.

Still, such matters should be left to Zheng Weiqi—he excelled at things that couldn't be made public, as if he had certain special channels.

At Li Wan's teasing, Lin Feng rolled his eyes; she'd started flirting with him the moment she woke up—indeed, the gentle, lovely Li Wan from last night was a rare occurrence.

Under normal circumstances, Xia Chu should have taken the score sheet sent by Chu Han and left with Sister Li.

"Listen, this has nothing to do with me. Though I don't know who's trying to frame me, the fatal wound on Rentuogu's neck wasn't a scratch—it was deliberately inflicted by a sharp weapon." Jiu Tian glanced coldly at the Jierigan priest.