Chapter 575: Moved

Xiao Yu sighed: "To be honest, this custom is terrible—the City God should never be appointed from among locals."

With family and kin Deliyi entangled, spirits and gods cannot be impartial.

Once a spirit or god becomes partial, the people will suffer, and the spirit or god itself will meet a bad end.

The City God of Guan and the Guan family are a lesson."

Li Xianzhi chuckled awkwardly: "To fight for the City God position, my third uncle didn't just end his life over a decade early—he deliberately chose a death that sacrificed himself for the people."

But after reaching the Foundation Establishment realm, her cultivation surged upward like a train—normally, the higher one's cultivation, the harder it is to advance, yet for her, it became easier.

The Two Stars joined the Fengyun Alliance back then because they owed a debt of gratitude to the brothers Zhou Shaoyun and Zhou Shaofeng; after joining, Zhou Shaofeng consistently gave Zhou Shaoyun the chance to win over the Two Stars, so as to help him build his own loyal followers.

This is Yin Xuezhu, the direct disciple of Shan Qingrou, the Mistress of Tianrenjiang Palace; her Mingyu Art has reached a level of divine mastery.

Every grain delivery was pre-announced by letter, so this time the big man brought fifteen hundred cavalry, along with herders from Ge Yuan's tribe and some transport supplies.

Upon hearing those four words, the dozen or so Elders present, as well as Wei Dou, were stunned. The Fong Clan entering the mountains meant their Wei family would be cut off from the world for a thousand years.

A poor fool went to show concern for her and got slapped across the face, his cheek swelling red. Just as she was about to stomp off, the host of the evening, the birthday honoree Ling Yunzhi, stepped out.

"You changed your mind again? You're playing us? No—you find an evaluation agency, don't just make things up on a whim!" It seemed Fat Dad was truly angry.

But persistent endurance didn't mean Xie Limin's spiritual strength had no limit; after holding on for a while, her spiritual energy finally couldn't keep up with its recovery rate and began to truly run dry.

Di Xiu, seated on the giant rock, opened his eyes, glanced toward Luo Jinyu, then closed them again.

With those words, Nie Zhenbang simply turned and walked away. Such boldness, such blatant disregard—unheard of before. Though they weren't demanding bribes, this conduct was even more detestable than outright corruption.

Converted into figures, these were all his tangible, hard-earned political achievements. Earlier, He Yusheng had already delivered results—the Yishan Group had settled in Hongjiang; as a rival, He Yusheng had already pulled ahead. At this moment, Bao Gui's attention to the Tourism Expo was meticulous, approaching perfection with zero tolerance for failure.

She wore a silk skirt today; from this angle, Yang Wang caught a glimpse of what lay beneath her hem.

Seeing Mitiang Ren openly negotiating a deal with him, Xuantong was torn—but in the end, he refused.

Liu Rumei nodded: "He risked being beaten to obtain the order given to him by Li Jingming… but…" Here Liu Rumei suddenly fell silent, as if afraid to continue; Hua Lang looked at her and smiled faintly.

Prince Jin merely glanced at her, while Shui Muxia tapped her fingers on the table—no one wrote another word.

"Alright, let's go out and have some fun today," Su Jingxuan immediately brightened.

The conference room fell utterly silent; no one dared speak. Nie Zhenbang's authority in Hongjiang wasn't bragging—it was earned, solidly built from Liu Yong to now; this was Nie Zhenbang's true foundation.

Before the battle even began, Situ Qing began introducing Yang Wang to some famous figures of the Xuanwu Palace—specifically the younger generation, those on par with Li Qingling.

Zhen Si didn't care what Du's plans were, but using Gyarados on land was tantamount to becoming a stationary target—no matter how strong, one couldn't withstand a war of attrition.