Chapter 854: This Grand Prize—Even the God of Wealth Can

Li Ye returned from visiting the graves and took his two younger sisters to visit Principal Chang.

Both he and Li Juan graduated from County No. 2 High School, and their younger sister Li Ying had also attended for half a year, so all three were considered students of Principal Chang.

But as the three drove halfway there, they discovered the street ahead was blocked—crowds surged and jammed the road.

Li Ye frowned: “It’s already the twenty-ninth! Why are there still so many people?”

At that moment, the Purple Jing Main Deity knew this entity emerging from the spatial chaos was a false avatar of the God of Fate.

“Your Highness…” Gong Yin Dao, the most stunned, still hadn’t grasped how Xiong Jing had won Ou Chou over with just a few words—now Ou Chou was to become Xiong Jing’s servant and learn iron-smelting arts.

“Achoo!” Long Jinlu, kneeling in the cold wind, sneezed as he wiped his frozen red nose and followed Ma Ju and Pan Daqiu into the house.

So although his side held the strategic advantage, Magnus had no intention of ending the war early—he intended to prolong it, giving his lord more time to develop.

He tried to retreat, but it was too close! Gelin could already feel the icy blade of the puppet’s weapon.

“We won’t even dream of those refined places in the capital. If we can serve as county magistrate somewhere, we’ll be satisfied,” Shi Hui zhi replied helplessly.

In the middle-tier Chaos Worlds, there were typically only one or two Transcendent Forbidden Sovereigns.

Before he could think of any way to escape, a striking figure appeared before him.

Don’t be fooled by how they always gather to pontificate about the world—the money that’s actually passed through their hands? Well, you know.

This “White Lotus Holy Mother Bitch,” in an era without TV or the internet, caused harm still within manageable limits. Dealing with her wouldn’t be difficult.

Ning Zhou was somewhat interesting—if she wasn’t truly needed for a face-to-face meeting, then this was a trap set by Roland, designed to lure her to Roland.

In the city, Jiutian stepped out of the taxi and looked up to see a massive tree standing across the road.

Yang Xuchen gazed at him with gentle eyes and repeated the devastating words once more.

“Did you get something wrong? Commanding the Shadow of Our Empire?” Wu Fan raised an eyebrow.

Any Tian Gang cultivator could slaughter their way seven times in and seven times out of the Xian Duke’s mansion under such circumstances.

He spoke truly: though he had led his junior disciples to kill demons and seize treasures at a lake first, it was merely an accidental encounter on their way to a fated location, done on a whim.

Coincidentally, the Ancestor Wu Youli was not in the Ancestor Wu Palace at the time—she had taken her spiritual pet, the Seven-Colored Phoenix, somewhere unknown. Without Wu Youli’s presence, the palace’s defenses failed to intercept the intruders immediately, allowing numerous evil shamans and invading cultivators to slip inside.

Su Tianxin claimed Ganjiang and Ganjiang Sword had merged with the City of Tears, but in truth, Ganjiang’s soul had long been reincarnated. Thus, the Ganjiang now in the City of Tears was merely the heavenly demonic ore used to forge the sword, combined with Ganjiang’s lingering resentment.

“Your Royal Highnesses, please step aside—our young master has been waiting at the gate for a long time,” Bai Lu shoved past the two Ji brothers with reckless force, her strength astonishingly powerful, like a mother hen guarding her chicks as she led Yang Qian out, leaving Ji Jue and Ji Jingxi staring dumbfounded after them.

“No wonder—your eyes are pale blue. I once had a friend with the same eye color; yours are just as beautiful as hers,” Wu Fan said, recalling Esdees—her eyes, brimming with aggression, were indeed unforgettable.