Chapter 72: The Streamer Is So Strange, I Can't Help but Look Again and Again!

After three sighs, the Sect Leader finally spoke.
"Your third senior brother has been losing his fur lately."
Lu Qingfei was silent.
The Sect Leader continued, "The old should not have to bury the young—I've still got all my hair, so why is your third senior brother the first to go bald?"
Lu Qingfei thought for a moment. "He’s probably losing white fur."
She recalled that Yan Guilai’s fox tail was covered in white fur.
Since it’s all white anyway, then the old should not have to bury the young…
Jiang Wanyi gazed at the grand villa before her, feeling somewhat dazed. She was used to living in staff dormitories and worried she might not sleep peacefully in such a large house.
It was as if all the major organizations had made a pact; the bounties for those who cleared the "Moonlight Sanatorium" appeared one after another. Within five minutes, the Ironclad Corps had fallen out of the top ten of the value rankings.
Even if the opponent was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, facing the life-saving methods left by a Nascent Soul expert rendered them helpless—there was a real chance they might lose their lives outright.
Even with a layer of Armament Haki already covering his forehead, Sakazuki still felt his mind spinning and the world before him whirling out of control.

At that moment, his body began to transform; vast true energy erupted from within, surging in all directions.
If you think you have him in the palm of your hand, only to be toppled in a few moves, it’s hard not to be disgruntled.
This turn of events delighted Yuchi Jingde, who suddenly found Yuchi Baoqi much more agreeable.
As his wickedness points dwindled, Ye Li felt his whole body growing warmer, and a strange sensation was born from the depths of his soul.
Upon seeing the youth’s Stormcloud Medallion at his waist, the man’s brow furrowed even deeper rather than relaxing.
So many renowned generals in the imperial court had led armies to victory—if one were to rank them by seniority, the line would stretch beyond the Hall of Supreme Polarity.
"You say these two are your Meng family’s outer disciples? But for an outer disciple, no matter what rule he broke, surely it wouldn’t require the Meng family’s Grand Elder to hunt him down!" Lu Daixin laughed wildly at Meng Changde.
On his face was an anxious look, and the concern in his eyes was so sincere, so gentle, that it warmed Xiao Hanyu’s heart.
Xiao Hanyu’s kiss landed lightly and gently on Ruyu’s ear, like a spring breeze in March, stirring one’s heartstrings.
Were it not forbidden to act within Forget-Worry City, he would have wanted to break the bones of the man before him.
Chen Bai, as a great contributor to the Cloudmist Sect, would never have been assigned such a task by anyone aware of the inside story. Therefore, one could eliminate certain suspects; whoever did this was most certainly in the dark, or at least ignorant of how much Chen Bai had accomplished in the Shattered World.

At this moment, Su Jianxin was within the Yuntian Sect. Song Jian sighed, but however difficult it was, he had no choice—without the sealing crown, Da Tou would surely die.
Zhang Fan put down his bag and looked over at Su Wanxi, smiling. Just seeing her made him feel much more at ease. Su Wanxi got up and went to the kitchen to prepare a meal.
"When we reach the Xuanwu Divine Dynasty, the Great Xia Divine Dynasty won’t be far," Chen Bai mused, eyes glinting. Still, he would only return to Great Xia once he had the power to slay a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Who could have known that his long wait would last until Ru Yi was on her deathbed, only to discover her secret was so astonishing?
"It’s fine, Chenxi. I won’t trouble you again. What can I say? I just like you," Deng Baoxiang inched closer, but Zhang Fan stood up to block the space between them.
Sure enough, as Leng Han finished speaking, eight experts of about fifth-tier late stage emerged behind him, each with a fierce face—none looked like easy opponents.
Ling Duyu still chose to speak, for even if he kept silent, anyone with a mind to investigate would eventually uncover the truth. Now, he felt a sense of impending crisis.