Volume 1, Chapter 25: I Only Wish for a Divorce

Chu Ge’s expression suddenly turned stern upon hearing this. “What did you say? Sea bandits?” Was Miss Yun’s disappearance connected to sea bandits?

Yet now that the demonic path had been purged, the spiritual energy of the world should have begun to revive in abundance, restoring conditions to those before the demonic path ran rampant. But as Ran Zheng pointed out, this was not the case.

It thought to itself, the boss only said not to harm humans, so scaring her a little should be fine, right?

Hearing a voice, Han Li quickly raised her head and saw Hong Baojing, the leader of the Qingyun Sect, standing before her.

Because he knew Li Feichen’s character well, Qin Feiyu gave up immediately and did not argue with Li Feichen on this matter.

“But doesn’t that mean we’re just giving money to the Dongfang family for nothing?” Zhou Xiaoli voiced her doubts.

After speaking, she wiped the blood from her sword, gripped it tightly once more, and leapt away. He stood rooted to the spot, watching her disappear into the distance until she never returned.

The treacherous minister Li thought to himself, silently flipping off the God of Dice, who was the shopkeeper.

Qin Mosheng had little connection with the ocean; the only thing that could be considered a favor from the sea was perhaps his rebirth.

However, as the gamma ship circled in the sky, a crimson beam of light suddenly streaked over from afar, carrying an eerie intimidation, swiftly overtaking the gamma ship to land steadily on the Melani wandering star.

“No worries! Those guys have long known!” Qin Xiao reached up and peeled off his disguise mask, revealing a handsome and stern face.

Famous mountains are always scenic. Though this place had not yet reached the true fairyland of Wushan, it was already refreshing and uplifting. Moreover, Liu Chong had come reluctantly, so he focused mainly on sightseeing.

Xiao Fan was slightly surprised but understood what Lu Qingya was worried about and nodded. He also knew Master Tian Buwei’s temperament well. If he found out, it might cause him to lose control and be noticed by Ziyang.

Shortly after becoming master and disciple, he inadvertently became involved in a dispute among Golden Core cultivators over the relics of the Old Ancestor Kutuo during a trip to the Treasure Realm, and by a twist of fate, ended up in the Peach Blossom Sect’s territory.

At that moment, Wang Lin’s father, Wang Zhizhong, had basically finished his tasks, leaving the rest for Hua Bing to handle.

Wu Ju opened one eye wider and then looked up at Wu Sha in shock.

Passersby paused, then quickly gathered around, gesturing animatedly and eagerly watching the spectacle unfold.

Facing the combined attack of eight Golden Core realm experts, the expressionless Dao Wu Jue remained unmoved. He did not summon a Daoic avatar, but the nine-meter-long great blade on his shoulder suddenly swung. Though the strike seemed slow, it sliced through the void, creating overlapping blade shadows.

So much had changed in this life—could even the attackers of the interface have changed?

In her eyes, how could anyone spend so much money on a useless piece of paper? It must have been Zhao Lei’s ploy to stimulate spending by bringing in shills in advance.

“Meow! Meow meow!” The orange cat sat upright in defiance, meowing at Han Nuo a few times, then strutted to the storage room and didn’t come out for a long time. Han Nuo had to walk over barefoot to check, only to find it lazily sleeping on a pile of clutter. He pinched his temple and went to find his slippers.

But this time, someone smart had shown up—an old scoundrel nearing forty, with a limp in his left leg, nicknamed “Sun the Cripple”! He had once spent a few years in jail for fraud. After joining, he immediately approached Cai Yun with strategies and perceptively analyzed the current situation of the Qingcheng underworld.