Chapter 170: Affairs of the Sect

The thirty-three floors of the Huang Quan Dao Palace have now become Chen Ye's residence.

Even the Lord Master had to lower himself and take up residence on the thirty-second floor. Chen Ye had originally thought himself merely a nominal, puppet-like sect leader, powerless and manipulated—but he never expected this Lord Master to be so particular.

But today, the Lord Master was not so courteous; he walked straight up to Chen Ye and demanded, "Why set the founding day of the sect on the fourteenth of July? You understand divination, don't you?"

"Sorry, to be honest, I sneaked out behind my master's back—he didn't want me dragged into all this mess, just wanted me to quietly make talismans. But making talismans is so boring and dull, I had no choice but to slip away!" said Su Wanchen.

Under these circumstances, he suddenly froze, realizing ahead was a dead end, blocked by walls of murky yellow stone.

"The Eleventh Princess!" Su Wanchen suddenly understood—no wonder she dared ditch the Seventh Prince; her background rivals his.

My life has been ordinary, and I hope it stays ordinary—growing up ordinary, blending into this world ordinary, marrying and having children ordinary, aging ordinary, then vanishing among the countless masses.

The students behind the scenes also sensed something was off; the welcome party, meant to follow its usual routine, suddenly felt like it had changed entirely.

He spat out three gouts of blood in succession, crashing into a distant wall—the hard cement wall dented deeply—and after spitting another mouthful of blood, he slowly slid down from the wall.

At that moment, in the elevator, Zeng Lecheng was drenched in blood; he checked the time and exhaled heavily: "There's still time." He quickly picked up Song Hang's severed feet and hurled them out through the hole in the elevator's ceiling.

But even now, it's still fightable, because Wheel Mom counters the Enchantress—she has a shield, and later built the Demon-Drinking Blade; it's just that the mid-lane's reckless initiation against Jhin cost everything.

That shrill, furious cry was melodious—but the words made everyone clench their fists and break into cold sweats.

"All correct? So does that mean he got a perfect score?" Many swallowed hard; the result was too unbelievable.

Kre turned his head and sneered, "Do you think he'll leave the Immortal Palace? Even if he does, who will you send? If the Asa clan catches even one opening, your two clans will restart war."

Ming Yueguang, turning to leave, froze at the sudden words, her slender frame trembling—but then an endless wave of fury surged forth.

Driver Old Wang returned to report: the eldest daughter-in-law had been frightened in the temple and somehow fell. How could Xia Chu and Lady Mei Liwan sit still?

"Lin" uses one hand as a hook, while the other is a short spear already launched. Its hands are hollow inside, connected to its abdomen via specially made steel cables bound to an abdominal pivot shaft—its primary functions are retrieving the hand-weapons and binding or restraining targets.

The Ming Kingdom has four great generals: General Golden Knife Zhao Chenghui, General Silver Spear Tian Wuyin, General Bronze Sword Yang Pei, and General Iron Halberd He Xi—all at the Heaven-Spirit Realm. Among them, Zhao Chenghui is strongest, at the peak of Heaven-Spirit Realm, ranked twenty-eighth on the Donglin Heaven List.

She was the maid brought by Gu Jiyun, not from the Gu family; the Gu family's maids had all fled after Gu Jiyun flew into two rages and struck people randomly.

His gaze settled on the red-faced giant in the center of the enemy formation; Yan Weiyang's eyes blazed with murderous intent.

"Two freaks, take me back to school," Morgan slumped in the passenger seat, voice dripping with resentment. These two ate two full tables of food—and their stomachs aren't even bulging. What kind of stomachs do they have?

If that's true, then the time this machine was installed in the hospital nearly matches Shen Chuan's wedding date.