Chapter 165: Good and Evil Receive Their Due

Many people thought Chen Ye was young and, seeing him as upright and having done many compassionate deeds, assumed the boy had never experienced the wickedness of human nature.

Chen Ye had indeed not spent long among mortals, not matching these elder masters who had lived for centuries, but in understanding human nature, he was far superior to those elders who secluded themselves for a hundred years with every cultivation breakthrough.

Age and experience are not the same; in his previous life, Chen Ye had truly lived among mountains and villages, aided the poor, and endured.

Since he could not live two hundred and fifty years to let his abilities grow, he had no choice but to adopt another method.

Two burly men with rust-colored faces, clearly intent on righting a wrong, charged over with a third of alcohol in their blood.

Seeing Nian Youbian's shameless words, Lin Haitian inwardly sneered, but outwardly remained expressionless—he dared not speak out now, for all these were illicit dealings.

Jiazi was slightly surprised by Hua Jiu's feelings for Ning Jinge, and just as he was about to explain, Hua Jiu suddenly shot him a cold glance.

"Take responsibility? For what? Why should I take responsibility?" Song Yu Xin blinked, her face full of innocent curiosity, clearly not understanding Tang Fan's meaning.

Most people still had no idea what was happening, let alone how to respond.

He wanted a powerful force that could endure, protect the Misty Peak's fire vein, and continuously generate merit—not a rabble that scattered at the first sign of gain.

Ye Guhong did not move again; even his breathing had ceased. The gray-white forest lay dead silent as a graveyard.

"Still 1972 to 1972—you didn't get there first," said the High Daoist with a smile.

On the roof, a lazy laugh came— a Bai Yi youth leaned against the support in an exceedingly "elegant" pose, holding a wine jug, occasionally taking a sip.

"Big brother, that's not right—you don't want to play doesn't mean others don't," replied a gender-neutral ghost swordsman player.

In fact, the skins sold in the marketplace had earned Mu Xun an unimaginable fortune over this period.

But the expected pain never came, giving him slight relief—yet just as he prepared to counterattack, two stones flew from behind the tree, draining his remaining health; his character screamed and collapsed to the ground.

Bei Yewang was as curious as a child; his questions mirrored exactly how she had reacted when she first discovered Yun Changge carried fragrance.

He even felt some regret for provoking Gu Mu, but he knew regret was useless; to ensure the Yang family's safety, he must eliminate the other—unless he was willing to bow to Gu Mu, beg for forgiveness. He would never agree to let a lord of the Yang family bow to Gu Mu.

"Thank you," Qian Fanti bowed to Mi Zi's uncle, his posture flawless.

Yu Yan said that Su Xin had said before her death that Wan'er had always loved him. If so, why then, the moment he arrived, did she immediately take her own life?

Buildings collapsed; monsters surged from all directions into the stronghold, smashing its structures. Players fought desperately, but under the overwhelming assault, they stirred not even a ripple.

"How dare you say such nonsense!" Bu Bu Tianyin froze, staring in shock at Yun Changge's suddenly close, handsome face; his unique, irreplaceable fragrance filled her nose, and her heart trembled.

Hearing this, Wang Chuan smiled: "The closed beta's ending soon—whether you advance or not doesn't matter. We'll just go check the advancement instance later; after all, it's still beta, we've got time." He had more to say but planned to discuss it offline with everyone later.