Chapter 584

The Wanxiang Tower experienced an anomaly; someone attacked him, leaving Wu Hao deeply confused—he couldn’t understand who wanted him dead.

In that instant of swirling chaos, as if a teleportation array had activated, shifting Liuli light and shadow flickered wildly, and in a blink, he appeared in an endless desert.

When the marquis saw the corpse, he instantly understood: these two were the Daoists who had sacrificed their lives to suppress the village’s threat.

You Jingyan didn’t wish to harm others, but that didn’t mean he’d let someone severely injure him and still refrain from striking back—he wasn’t a saint.

That morning, they had stayed in the hospital room, concerned over their son’s condition, unaware of events outside and lacking any interest in internet gossip.

If there was truly nowhere else to go, Shizhen wasn’t a bad option; Bai Sen planned to spend the night there, then set out eastward the next day to locate the Eastern Division.

In fact, the Wang Protector was right—even if they went through immense hardship to secure help from Hutou Mountain, they’d still have a ninety percent chance of encountering the other two families.

Yet the glints in the eyes of the soldiers, the king, and Grus told everyone present that this seemingly impossible tale was, in fact, true.

After returning to the hotel, he had planned to celebrate properly with Gu Shishi, but found no sign of her.

Zhu Liangzhou knew they all looked down on him? So what? He was cowardly, cruel to the weak and submissive to the strong, lustful and addicted to alcohol—his flaws were countless—but he alone held the Crown Prince’s trust.

Of course, the greatest difference between the Immortal Realm and the Mortal World was the environment: the Mortal World was noisy, chaotic, filled with struggle, scheming, and even murder.

Mu Zihan said nothing, merely nodded slightly, her delicate brows furrowed as she prepared to face the Great Ming Bird’s ultimate technique.

Round after round, the final exams arrived again, marking the imminent end of Ling Qi’s first year back at university. Fang Xiyuan had left overseas, Jin Yanling had severed all ties, and Ling Qi could only endure this month of solitary revision—even with Ying Zhong’s faithful company, it did nothing to ease her inner loneliness.

Unfortunately, imagination was beautiful, reality cruel—the needle skipped past the special troop training privilege and settled firmly on the 5,000 merit points beside it.

Dark, icy black light slithered like a black serpent along Ye Mu’s arm, instantly engulfing his neck, head, chest, back, legs, and finally both feet.

“Let’s stop calling each other Brother Lu or Brother Chu—it’s too formal!” Chu Shaoqiu enthusiastically suggested.

Just by experiencing life, he’d mastered farming techniques so thoroughly—it was clearly done with dedication. In his past life, Song Zheng had read reports about Wang Qianyuan and knew that, to portray a disabled athlete, he’d eaten and worked with only one hand for months, even tying his shoelaces with one hand.

Lan Yu was different: without Chang Yuchun’s recommendation, no matter how extraordinary his talent, he could never have reached his current status. Having risen swiftly amid constant praise, he had grown accustomed to such adulation—such a hero was destined to choose only between glory and destruction.

Tuman’s entire existence stemmed from Aolan; anyone threatening Aolan was seen as a direct obstacle to himself.

Because in an open backyard, even the most obedient dogs occasionally barked—but these dogs made not a sound upon entering the yard. Wasn’t that highly unusual?

All two hundred candles were placed inside red covers; challengers could not identify them by the candle bodies, only by the shape of their burning flames, greatly increasing the difficulty of recognition.

“I’m giving you all of this,” Jingye waved his hand. “Here, take the instant noodles too—pack them up and go.”

But when they opened the gifts, they were stunned to find every gift option was blacked out and unsendable—so the viewers flooded the chat asking why gifts couldn’t be sent.

Yet she hadn’t realized that Chu Xiaohé was a top-tier expert; if he didn’t wish to be detected, ordinary people simply couldn’t find him.

He killed knights, took lives, stole the bones of noble heroes, and lived a life of reverence.

Ulfric was satisfied—this was what a banquet should be: corrupting these people, buying them off—who could possibly challenge him for the position of Grand Archbishop now?

“Destroy the tattoo, then be rebaptized—you will gain redemption,” the priest declared, raising his cross high.

Nearby stacks of firewood had also caught fire, blazing into towering flames that reached several zhang high, a terrifying spectacle—a month’s fuel reduced to ashes, a severe loss in this fuel-scarce region.

Murong Qingwan’s hand trembled slightly as she held her cup; her calm, autumn-water eyes rippled faintly, hidden by the mist rising from the tea. “Brother, are you leaving the capital?” she asked, tone neutral.

Precisely because of this, Tang Guiyi finally had the quiet space to truly reflect on the deaths of his four uncles—and those of the ten brothers—just who was right and who was wrong?

Meanwhile, the powerful recoil from the “black stick”’s firing flung Shanshan backward, allowing him to dodge the spell—luckily, he released it in time; otherwise, his internal organs would have been shattered.

To keep this hard-won job, Tian Tian could do nothing but endure.

Even the so-called peace faction were merely opportunists—looting when convenient, trading when profitable—not one bit better! Politics and international relations have always been dirty, shameful things—and they remain so even in later eras.

Starting the next day, the children’s enthusiasm indeed rose significantly; they no longer buried their heads in their own tasks but learned to assist their senior brothers, and when confused, actively asked the overseers—so much so that Overseer Zhao grew wary of their questions.

But she didn’t care about strangers’ opinions; the people of the Netherworld weren’t the ghastly, pale-faced, fanged monsters she’d imagined—they looked human, merely with different hair and iris colors.

In truth, she and Tang Ning’an were alike: though they now had people to rely on, deep inside, neither felt secure. After all, those abandoned by their parents had no safety to speak of in this world.

Alice, leaving the tent, hurried straight toward Elena’s tent in the pre-dawn darkness—but as she neared, she sensed something was wrong.

“What?!” Meng Qi seized his arm, eyes wide, her body trembling.

Now that Cai Qun speculated that Qin Ruxuan was from the nearly legendary Gu Qin family, Lu Shaoliangxi couldn’t help but be stunned.