Chapter 816: What a Sin

Ten Thousand People See Off Together, Tears Flow Like Rain at the Memorial Service!

A Laugh Across the Sea, Tears Flow Before Words Can Be Spoken!

Zhou Yi Appears at Zhan Shu’s Memorial, Hand in Hand with Sun Yanzi—Love May Be Near!

Perfect Couple! Zhou Yi and Sun Yanzi Offer Flowers Together!

Chu Liu Xiang and Zheng Shaoqiu Kneel to Sing, Tears Soak the Memorial Grounds, Sending the Entire Crowd into Sobs!

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Yesterday afternoon, ten thousand gathered at the Hong Kong Stadium to bid farewell to the legendary Ghost Master.

Perhaps the pain was too great—Xie Chusheng experienced a hallucination and saw Rong Fei walking toward him.

In the capital markets, factions are numerous; the core of the Jiuding System, Xingchen Investment, rose from the Asian Economic Crisis.

“You go ahead and sleep—I still need to soak my feet.” Saying this, Su Nian rose, fetched a thermos, poured the hot water into a basin, tested the temperature, then dipped her feet in.

The Three Sects agreed: every five years, their most elite disciples would duel with swords; the winner would reside in Sword Lake Palace, where the vast Wu Liang Jade Wall below could be clearly seen, allowing meditation on the Immortals’ sword techniques.

“Hey, I’ve got to tell you this—if you’d issued a clarification earlier, would you even need to go on some live-streamed variety show to clean your name? And if it backfires, you’re finished.” Liu Zong laughed bitterly at her plan, sipped his strong tea slowly, and stared at her with deep meaning.

On one hand, our feed processing plant has already taken shape, and the feed we produce has received excellent market response.

Tian Can Di Que have always been known for their eccentric tempers, fearing neither heaven nor earth, showing no respect to either heterodox or orthodox sects, accustomed to arrogance and brutality.

In Prince Qin’s mansion, he had always sought to increase his presence, hoping to become like Du Ruhui and Fang Xuanling—trusted by Li Shimin.

The old man was the one Shi Sheng had met before arriving at Jiuhuan Mountain—the one who gave Shi Sheng the Coral Red Pearl and instructed him on how to proceed.

The Five Scatterers of the Ming Cult attacked together, inflicting heavy casualties on the Yuan troops, but their commander clearly had experience—he immediately reformed his ranks: front-line soldiers fought while retreating, rear-line soldiers raised shields and advanced in a wall-like formation, with long weapons—iron spears and halberds—placed between the shields, and powerful bows and crossbows behind.

The man knelt silently on the ground, his expression reverent, as if awaiting someone’s arrival.

After greeting those around him, Changsun Wujie didn’t bother with formalities. He picked up a skewer of freshly grilled lamb and devoured it. The rib meat, cut into large chunks, was delicious in his mouth. Changsun Wujie ate while praising it endlessly.

Upon reflection, Fu Su could easily deduce that Ying Zheng’s target was perhaps the Hundred Schools still unwilling to submit to the Empire.

Although the body is effectively asleep during gameplay, the problem is that even dreams can tire a person—how much more so this kind of mental exhaustion?

In truth, even without Zhang Xiu’s words, his troops had already quietly prepared for battle upon seeing this scene.

The Yellow Spring Water was simply too terrifying—he had only three leaves from the Bodhi tree where the Buddha had passed into Nirvana; he had already used one, leaving only two. If he and the giant were both struck by the Yellow Spring Water, they would have no choice but to wait for death.

Zhang Tao became the greatest beneficiary of this incident. His actions were framed as righteous, and the city management bureau compensated his company thirty thousand yuan for the damaged property.

“Here, you know I don’t smoke—just take one more puff.” Zhang Tao said, handing the cigarette to him.

Good people are certainly rare, but those evil enough to smoke are also rare. The majority of the world consists of people neither good nor bad—rescue them, and they might become good; push them one step further, and they might become utterly wicked. Heaven and hell lie only a thought apart; often, the line between villain and hero is just as thin.