Chapter 807

“If Gou Sheng has no cultivation, how can he be immune to spirits and gods?” Hongyun the Old Dao asked in confusion.

“Gou Sheng cultivates the Vast Righteous Qi,” Xun the Magistrate said with a gloomy expression.

“If he cultivates the Vast Righteous Qi, he is at least a martial cultivator—how could he be an ordinary person with no cultivation?” Hongyun the Ancestor said.

The Xun father and son did not understand either; they merely cast their puzzled glances toward the ghost official Meng Liang.

Meng Liang looked bewildered and said, “I am the Night Wanderer, possessing the Eye of True Knowledge—whose body lacks or possesses…”

Led by the director, the guests and staff warmly welcomed Leng Qingqing and Hengheng.

“What does he wish to ask of me?” Fan Jin paused, gripping the corridor railing, gazing at the fish in the pond beneath the moonlight, speaking as if carelessly.

From Hongwu to this day, the Great Ming has long had no sharp sword—even if any remain, they are rusted and rotten.

“Fine, then once Li Zicheng and his men reveal their true nature, we return,” Zhu Yuanzhang agreed outright.

But they preferred riding on horseback, for it made them feel as if they had conquered the wind.

At that moment, the divine official Afal was furious, but more than anger, he felt regret—how had they possibly provoked such a demon as Tang Yang???

In the near future, he could become the heir to the presidential family, no longer forced to kowtow to the Hu family.

Seeing this, Ning Yuan clicked his tongue in impatience, gave Gu Chao a signal, and with a sharp command, the bandit-like imperial guards ceased.

“It does exist.” Lin Feng flipped his palm, and a green gourd instantly appeared.

Fu Bo’s eyes blazed with ferocity; after enduring so long, he was finally about to strike at Zhou Guisheng, the ungrateful wretch—he had been desperate for this moment.

First, he contacted the debt collectors through James, then Yang Fan acquired a company… Yang Fan’s unusual actions immediately drew the attention of Liu Qingfeng, who had just returned to San Francisco after finishing the lab equipment.

Guo Tao, Jiang Shangyun, and Liu Xiuyun all raised concerns about potential instability from establishing a subsidy system.

On this point, Chu Xuan spoke truthfully—he truly had the ability to transform the Lakers into the league’s most championship-worthy team.

“It’s only right—I should at least fulfill my duty as host,” Chu Yifei smiled.

“Don’t pressure Chu Yifei,” Yan Bugui said calmly, yet his words carried a heavy aura of oppression.

His words were impartial on the surface, but in truth, they were an invisible tolerance of the Earth Store Bodhisattva—everyone could see who was the weaker side at this moment, and Zhang Daoling speaking thus clearly signaled his refusal to intervene.

The Beast Taming Sect had forty-three cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage, including three Ancestors, one Sect Master, seven Core Elders, and thirty-two Power Elders.

Compared to ordinary humans, their only difference was their unnaturally beautiful, exquisite features and a pair of enormous wings—jet-black wings like ravens of night, mysterious beings existing only in darkness; this was the symbol of Lilith’s bestowed identity.

Thus, Qin De would surely find every possible excuse to question Chu Yifei’s motives—he would not act rashly, but carefully observe every move Chu Yifei made. If, in the end, Chu Yifei’s actions proved too genuine, too unbearable for Qin De to ignore, he might yet appear to stop him.

“No need to worry—I have my own measure. Do as instructed,” Lin Zaitian smiled with approval.

But those who hold high positions are no ordinary people—they cannot be judged by ordinary logic; for instance, Lusen’s cooperation with the Tank Regiment appears mutually beneficial, but in truth, Lusen intends to use the Tank Regiment as his weapon.

Yet who else in this barrier could possibly possess such vast territory except the Human-Demon?