Chapter 186: Fate Is a Predestined Belonging—Is Not Death Also Liberation?

"Full counterattack!"

Amidst the soaring sword qi, Zhuge Yue's crisp voice rang out.

In an instant, Wu Wang's entire body exploded right where he stood.

When the power of EX Curry Stick was doubled and reflected back onto him.

It reduced his flesh to powder.

But the 【Undying】 trait immediately returned him to the same spot.

"So, finally ready to reveal your true colors?" Wu Wang twisted his neck and grinned.

The other's

"Gentlemen, please follow him." The pawnshop owner took the token and spoke to Mu Yunyi and the other.

After carefully examining the jade tablet, Mu Yunyi decided to first visit a place outside Feicheng called "Bai Cao Forest," since the list on the tablet ranked Bai Cao Forest first for frequent appearances of Huo Lingzhi.

By the end of April, news of the army's decisive victory spread throughout Jingcheng: the Liao forces were crushed, agreed to retreat five hundred li, and pledged to pay an annual tribute of fifty thousand cattle and sheep, signing a hundred-year peace treaty with the Celestial Court.

At dawn the next day, before the sky had lightened and even before Li Sandao's biological clock had kicked in, Pan Zi had already rushed to his camp.

Shen Qingqing didn't know what to say, but she already knew someone had come to collect debts last night.

A long exhale, deep as a whisper from the underworld, calmed the raging waves and erased all colors of mountain and river, leaving only a pair of blazing eyes, silently tracing back through memory.

This exchange between the two made Tong Shuangxi recall something—today he planned to deliver New Year gifts to the village head and the village chief, so he could ask then.

He Xi's translucent cheeks glowed like ripe tomatoes, her previously playful eyes now blazing with fire.

Gazing at Liang Bing's tender, trusting gaze, Li Sandao finally dispersed the qi from his palm.

Yuan's third uncle nodded to Qian San, who drew his knife and stood behind Yuan's third uncle, while Yuan's third uncle stepped forward and unlocked the door's bolt.

"Not a permanent guest—not a permanent guest—just a guest on the first episode," Liu Zaishi said, closing the car door.

The giant turtle spoke, its voice still as terrifying as a wailing ghost: "You've come to kill me, haven't you? Go ahead!" To live like this was worse than death to it.

It was the same two security guards from earlier; though their faces remained stern, their lips curled slightly upward, revealing their joy—such events were rare, prizes were limited, and not every winner handed out red envelopes.

"What? Granada's targeting our Bell again?" Ferentino, who had been counting money, first brightened, then turned ashen.

"The journey west must be taken with unwavering resolve—fear of an unseen future has no place here," Sanzang said firmly.

Long Leiyan was highly alert, secretly gripping the scalpel he'd confiscated from Guo Yaqi, and said, "Come in." Lately he'd been practicing throwing knives—he could now kill sparrows ten meters away with his strength and precision.

Logically, I still thought: if I could slip away now, it would be best if the Tian Shi lineage couldn't find me—but the Qingniao Sect stood united, fiercely resisting any attempt to command them; that path was already closed.

As the saying goes: above, three feet hold divine witnesses; below, three feet hold different ghosts. To be chased by ghosts and get struck by lightning—utterly ridiculous—and now I can only humbly endure this sunbath.

After giving instructions, while the dishes were still being prepared, he introduced Su Han to tonight's special dishes.

Generally, the return gift's value is about one-tenth of the guest's gift. If the host is wealthy, this ratio may be slightly increased.

Wu Heng's forehead was drenched in sweat, his legs unsteady—he was over fifty, no longer young, and I couldn't say anything. I could only wait silently as Zhang Fei and the senior brother still struggled desperately to break through the protective circle, still stuck at the edge. Li Yiling stood up, and Ailina frowned, lost in thought.