Chapter 327

“Who’s the bounty on? Me?”

Wu Wang frowned, his expression a classic “WTF” look.

Sure, I’ve never been upright or straight myself.

But I’m still careful when doing bad things.

Who could possibly hate me that much?

To be honest, he racked his brains but couldn’t think of anyone he’d offended enough to warrant a bounty.

The group of high-level players who got scammed by that item?

That shouldn’t be it! They signed an unequal contract.

Xi Sa couldn’t deny that a flicker of such a thought existed in his heart, but he didn’t believe fleeting emotional impulses could sway his decisions.

The promotion of Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism overcame Confucianism’s shortcomings in worldview and methodology. From then on, the philosophies of the Hundred Schools could no longer shake Confucianism’s dominance. For centuries after the Song Dynasty, Confucianism remained the orthodox doctrine, the standard for daily conduct and the core of moral practice.

A Tu immediately summarized the incident: You Yitian had gone alone to kill the Dark Dragon.

At this moment, Xu Dongqing’s air of authority emerged—he tilted his bald head slightly upward, hands clasped behind his back, and walked forward slowly. Zhao Zhengce found this posture amusing but followed at the same measured pace, matching Xu Dongqing’s rhythm precisely.

A loud “boom” echoed as the character “War” shattered under the four monkeys’ impact, exploding outward in all directions—no one could discern its true form.

She knew Zhi Yan was most likely heading to the First Prince’s mansion, yet she still hoped she was wrong—that Zhi Yan had simply gone out to buy cosmetics.

The sudden, inexplicable anguish left Yuan Shi and Tong Tian trembling with dread. Born since the time of Pangu’s creation of heaven and earth, they had spent eons accustomed to supreme dominance; to suddenly realize someone could hold their very lives in their hands was an unprecedented terror.

Xi Sa sidestepped and swung his sword; upon contact, he used the impact to spin rapidly, then kicked the Black Rider King’s back with one foot—touch and fly, retreating sideways through the air.

Emotion is that matter. Everyone in the family knows it. No need to spell it out—it would only make things worse.

Su Lan’s cycle of reincarnation was made possible by Su Yi through the petals of the Nine-Turn Golden Lotus; after thirty thousand years of purification by the pure life force of the Chaotic Void, Su Lan and Su Yi were bound by an inseparable fate.

Lin Wanyin finally understood: He Fengmian and Zhang Hong had met privately, yet both deliberately avoided breaking this “rule.”

At this moment, He Dongchen received a call from the head steward: He Meng had been in a car accident during a business trip and was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment; she had not yet escaped life-threatening danger.

If she caused such a commotion in the inner palace, and I then finalized this marriage, wouldn’t that mean admitting the Zhu family had been bullied?

The three undead and the shadow of darkness showed no restraint—the former resembled zombies, the latter belonged to an elemental-type entity; this biochemical mist seemed effective only against living beings.

As for reinforcements, Zheng Guihao’s divine domain is in the 21:1 time domain, far too distant—he’s still far from godhood, and his domain can’t move; no support is possible.

Though she still worried about the wedding dress, the matter of Lin the maid betraying her mistress was equally urgent and had to be resolved.

He didn’t hesitate; ever since he realized his perceptions were growing clearer, he’d anticipated this day would come.

A week passed; He Fengmian scoured every riverside, lakeside, and forest in the city—Lin Wanyin had vanished from life, leaving no trace.

For at this moment, he could sense that the nine pyramids had formed a colossal, immense array.

Although King Xuan of Zhou learned from past mistakes, reformed policies, and achieved a “revival,” in his later years, the Zhou Dynasty once again showed signs of decline—the fall of Western Zhou was now irreversible.

And even if it’s not enough, there are so many alchemists in the Medicine King Valley—why not just have them brew it directly?