Chapter 600

Dongfang Yuying was assigned to the southwest cabin on Liu Xiaolou’s side; she went back to check the room, then complained: “The Longjing Gang’s ocean liner is too crude, no charm at all—after all, you only paid a few spirit stones for the ticket.”

Liu Xiaolou was perfectly content, and he rebuked Dongfang Yuying earnestly: “Where did you get such talk, younger brother? This level of luxury is beyond what ordinary cultivators dare dream of. You’re still unsatisfied—that’s going too far.”

Dongfang Yuying said: “I didn’t”

The Immortal Sect disciple simply raised his left index finger to his forehead, drawing a line—suddenly a blue vein appeared in the center of his brow. He muttered incantations, then let out a soft shout; the blue vein blazed with light, and the beast, half-tiger half-wolf, swelled like an inflated bladder, growing larger and larger.

But Pan the Elder had spent all his wealth in his lifetime to lessen his karmic burden, giving money to the poor and building many temples and ancestral halls—leaving not a single coin behind.

Deep in the night, a slanted moon hung in the sky, casting a faint glow; its cold silver light spilled over a forest, yet failed to reach the dark corners within, where several figures stood motionless.

“Alright, alright, big brother, I won’t tell our father about this—but you must swear not to do it again. This gambling den must be shut down, and you can never gamble again,” Zhong Shen said.

“Can we dig now?” Seeing Xiangli Yan gui’s movements, Xiangli Wu sneered and asked Xiangli Yu fei.

Lan Xin still wasn’t convinced; she insisted on checking my wounds, refusing to stop until she saw them with her own eyes. She ordered the ghost to forcibly pull up my T-shirt emblazoned with “Niu Bi,” and only when she confirmed the wounds on both sides of my chest were merely superficial did she finally relent.

Meanwhile, the Navy faction’s adventurers directly clashed with the pirate faction’s adventurers who followed Lufei’s pirate crew.

Seeing Officer Wei’s expression, I guessed he’d seen something important—perhaps the monster’s true form. I exchanged a glance with the ghost, and without a word, we both sprinted toward the direction the monster had fled.

With that, spiritual energy coalesced into a long sword, plunging straight toward his head. He twisted his neck just in time to dodge it, frantically channeling his cultivation base and struggling desperately to escape from under Xia Mingxin’s foot.

Luo Zhen could understand her thoughts at that moment—after all, when he himself first discovered his extraordinary gift, he had briefly been stunned. How much more so for Wan Su, who had to accept that Fan Cheng was a being transformed into human form?

For Chen Hu, he had the spirit of the wild; once he rolled in the mortal world, he longed for the primitive life of drinking blood and eating raw flesh.

The perpetrator’s “nature” was complex—a transnational criminal organization that neither police nor security firms could effectively handle. In the end, they merely paid a small compensation as per regulations, leaving the dead man’s wife and two young children, now fatherless, to struggle in poverty. Gu Li couldn’t bear it—he took matters into his own hands.

Everyone froze for a moment, then subjected me to multiple X-ray scans before forcing fake smiles to agree with Tang Xi’s words. Their praise was nauseating, their fake smiles revolting—I lowered my head and pretended not to see my freshly done manicure.

He is among the rarest in the world—even Middle Eastern royal families wouldn’t dare spend billions just to buy a luxury brand solely to design clothes for their wives.

“...Hehe, I have a simple question—does Elder He know the answer?” Guo Qin smiled shyly.

“Bo Lei, ready! It’s coming—it’s fifteen zhang to your left front!” Guo Qin shouted as the silver-armored puppet beast seemed to prepare its attack.

Aotian handled Ling Yun’s matter with absolute precision; just one hour later, Ling Yun received his new sword scabbard, strapped it to his back, sheathed his blade, and, fully satisfied, set off again toward Tianxia Hui.

Thinking of that guy—even as a mere ant—he somehow got it in his head that killing me and Suifeng would make him deputy captain, maybe even captain. Fuck him.