Chapter 575: Settling Accounts

As soon as he stepped through the gate, without saying a word or doing anything, he simply took the benefits—drinking in the wood spirit, and being favored by a Jin Dan elder who wanted to take him under his wing. Liu Xiaolou had rarely encountered such a situation; he felt unaccustomed, as if struck on the head with a club, dazed and stunned, unsure what to say.

Only after Li Wuya coughed several times did he slowly realize—huh? Wasn’t I here to…?

“My Sect Master lost his Master as a child, grew up alone and lonely, twenty—

Mei Xuelian did not answer Pan Yuhong’s question; instead, she frowned in thought. Such an expression was rare for Mei Xuelian, for she was born from an Intelligent Mind Core, and few things eluded her comprehension—but now, she genuinely could not figure it out.

He stood there in formal attire, his hair freshly styled and neat. The silver-gray suit—even someone like me, who never wore suits, could tell the fabric was extremely expensive.

Dongfang Bubai did not wish Tang Tang to die so easily; at the very least, he should reveal the whereabouts of the Alliance Leader’s Token.

Slowly, he slipped the leaf into the Youming Ring. Ye Fantian’s body turned slowly, and then he saw the group standing behind him.

When Shen Duo heard me say that, he glanced at me—cold and distant—and a chill ran from my soles straight to the crown of my head.

Before I finished speaking, I yanked the blanket back from her hands, wrapped it tightly around myself, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

The livestream continued, so our conversation was naturally heard by the viewers, who eagerly pressed me for details—had I really been there?

Pan Yuhong was strong enough, and the Mind Core was immensely powerful—but inside this belly, the Mind Core had almost no use.

This decision gave him a deep lesson, but he had no regrets. He couldn’t say whether he won or lost, but at least he had done what he wanted, what he should.

“Deal with her? What does that mean? She’s with us—of course she comes with us!” Feng Yixiang stared at Pan Yuhong, confusion plain in his eyes.

When Ye Feng’s Merit Golden Wheel appeared, a look of disbelief flashed across his eyes.

In the sea of blood, thick columns of crimson water surged upward like whales drinking, sucked into the Devouring Divine Stele.

Though Song Tinglan’s reason told her not to eat so much, her body was honest. Without Liu Yizhou’s invitation, she followed the scent straight to the table.

These men burst in and saw Xia Xun—ordinary-looking but with an astonishing aura—and froze, not daring to make another move, for the six men slain yesterday had been Master-level experts, and they themselves had never even reached Master rank.

They served meals according to fixed protocol: the Commandery Prince’s daily ration included ten catties each of mutton and pork, three poultry (chickens, ducks, geese), five catties of fish, and twenty catties of assorted dried and fresh vegetables, plus seasonal fruits and melons as appropriate.

Long Bing was leaving, and Fang Jie insisted on coming along. Long Bing did not object—Fang Jie’s own abilities were no slouch, and she could assist him, which was one of the main reasons he chose her.

Ye Qingcheng’s heart tightened. She noticed Xia Xun’s emotions had grown increasingly unsettled lately. This—attacking and blinding the Crown Prince simply because he looked at her—was unprecedented.

The red shirt had a slight velvet texture, appearing rich and substantial—not thin or cheap despite being just one piece.

For instance, alien races living in another temporal-spatial dimension might be swept over by a temporal storm.

Tian Xuan exchanged a glance with the other. Judging by this, if they didn’t leave soon, they’d be undergoing Tribulation Crossing right here in the courtyard.

“It’s me, it’s me! Before you renamed me, I was called Er Gouzi!” The Ghost King of Youhun was ecstatic as Bai Lie finally remembered him.

Ji Yating did not refuse. Deep down, she too wished to stay this close to him for just a little longer.