Chapter 811: The Patriarch of the Righteous Dao

"Even I didn’t expect the shift in fate to be so sudden. Hahaha, karma! Xun Peng, this is true karma!"

Luo Shiluan made no effort to hide the satisfaction in her tone.

"You bitch, it’s really you behind this! Are you scheming against my Xun family? What did you do?"

Luo Shiluan did not reveal his form; the thick darkness around him still obscured his vision and spiritual sense, leaving him unable to tell east from west.

Feng Wanli had barely spoken a few words when overwhelming fatigue struck him; he coughed violently, spurting streams of blood from his mouth.

Mo Yu didn’t say she couldn’t even go out to eat, because she knew Situ Yue didn’t want her showing her face in public.

The higher the rank of an academician, the more they value their descendants, and they won’t easily abandon them—lest they become a grave hazard.

"Then come with me to witness it. Tomorrow is when I’ll treat my master; I came today without notice precisely because I hoped my suspicions were wrong." With that, Chu Liyu stepped toward the inner courtyard.

On the other side, Situ Yi, after retrieving the coffin, lowered his head and stared at it in silence, until the roar and pounding of the Banner-turned-Hulk jolted him back to reality.

The ghost grinned, opened its wide mouth, and instantly drew forth streams of green vitality from the two men; with a single deep inhale, they collapsed like puppets.

"What’s going on? How did you remove your radiation masks?" Lei Zhan frowned in confusion—did they, too, fail to solve the radiation problem and plan to die with them?

Lu Benwei’s voice drifted in from outside the cave; Feng Wanli’s heart stirred, swiftly stowing the animal hide into his storage ring, placing the Blue Spirit Weasel on his shoulder, calming his breath, and waiting quietly for the others to arrive.

Liu Heng and Empress Dowager Dong wore cotton robes and walked slowly through the imperial garden, admiring the swirling snowfall.

Not long after, Lü Ziqiao, under the pretense of introducing Hu Yifei to a boyfriend, actually sought to catch Qin Yumo’s attention—and encountered Zhang Wei, who was in the bar restroom preparing to get married.

"Master, Madam Fang wants a patron. Didn’t she have a chance to ally with the powerful before? Why didn’t she… seize it?"

Given his fiery nature, even if the enemy was unbeatable, he’d still fight—let alone a so-called Sand Immortal?

From the weapon’s attributes, both the Paladin and Druid can wield it, but the healer adds no healing effect—what a joke.

Leisilin ’s work was simple: turn a tree into a neatly squared piece of wood. Though simple, the volume was immense—he processed at least hundreds of logs each day.

Wang Mengshi, upon hearing her husband’s words, felt slightly relieved, thinking the crisis might be resolved; after visiting the old healer several times without seeing her eldest son, she began seeking other solutions.

At this moment, she was pressed flat on the ground, hands bound behind her, her body swaying weakly, her face twisted with pain and fear.

Duke Dugu Jian’s face was icy, his killing intent leaking out unconsciously; his piercing, sword-like eyes locked onto the Bear-Devil with lethal sharpness.

Countless people silently prayed; countless others fell into gloom—they refused to lose such an outstanding lord, and they could not bear to see this mighty king perish.

Queen Lanluosi did not rush to explain the source of the calamity; instead, she asked Mu’en how he had acquired this eye.

It was this enhancement that allowed them to comprehend the world, understand elemental laws, and thus forge new spell structures.

Lowering her body, she surged forward; Huo Miduo became a black lightning bolt, driving a punch into the invisible wind wall.

I waited twenty-seven years to meet my white knight—and now, before it even began, it’s about to end.