Among them, one post in the multilevel thread had already exceeded 999 replies.
The ssage was:
"Man does not live for himself alone, all is lost if he is not true to himself. I’ve devoted two decades of my life to the Human Clan, shedding blood and sweat, and to this point, my conscience is clear!" — Ning Baishou, Fourth-order Catastrophe Priest.
The wanted human race traitor dared to show up in the comnts section. Below his reply was a torrent of curses, all about greeting his eighteen generations of ancestors, and there were even so enthusiastic netizens who wanted to get intimately involved with those ancestors.
However, the words "Fourth-order Catastrophe Priest" were like a thorn, making people’s eyes ache.
"He really advanced to the Fourth Realm, huh~"
Xu Shu sighed in silence.
Bai Sanxiang had said before that Ning Baishou’s betrayal was because the Jianqi Sect promised him "Complete Divine State."
Unexpectedly, with this complete divinity, he managed to advance so quickly.
Good people do not last, a nuisance remains for a thousand years.
Xu Shu also recalled the information he had gotten when he had captured so of the White Emperor Army people; they ntioned sothing about "divine blood" and several "flawless parasites" or sothing of the sort that would be their reward.
It seems that this was it.
The Fourth Realm, "Demigod" level of power. From now on, Ning Baishou had beco an existence that most Transcendents had to look up to, no longer bound by the common world.
Xu Shu himself had experienced the power of the Fourth Realm many tis in legends and knew that the strength of this level was separated by a huge, insurmountable gulf from the Third Rank.
Therefore, Xu Shu didn’t pay any more attention to this wanted notice; it was too far from reality for him.
He took note of this grudge.
Just then, he saw a slight flicker in his private chat channel, ready to see which acquaintance had responded to him first.
Just out of that pinned post, Xu Shu’s gaze suddenly froze.
There were now three pinned posts, and below those, there were the "Latest Replies" posted according to the order of responses.
The post that entered Xu Shu’s sight was a server-wide announcent.
There was no poster because it was automatically released by "Lie Zhenzi."
Its content was quite similar to the updates of the Qingyun List:
"A shower of praise, tears of gratitude! The Human Clan produces another great talent!"
"Mid-December, in the Eastern Combat Zone, Ning Baishou fought alone against many foes, single-handedly slaughtering thirty-six of the sa rank, employing a strategy that led to millions being buried with him, Killing Heart Burning, a rare talent for the ages."
"For one’s own glory, a multitude of bones is scattered; Blood splattered commoners build towering structures;
"Rather let rivers and mountains shift, than share a common white-haired existence with mankind!"
"A talent revealed late, Catastrophe Priest! Nominated for the Earthly List, continue to strive for greater achievents, may the Human Clan prosper, congratulations are in order!"
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The number of replies in this thread was many tis more than the two pinned posts above.
Xu Shu stared blankly, feeling that terms like "great talent," "tears of gratitude," and "Human Clan will prosper" were particularly glaring.
"It does sound like they’re not wrong, right? After all, it was who destroyed the Star Tower, not him, hehe, hehehe!"
At this mont, Xu Shu genuinely wanted to point at Lie Zhenzi and curse "Are you blind?"
However, upon reflection, he himself, who had used Lie Zhenzi’s sacrifice ability multiple tis to counter-kill enemies and break through desperate situations, didn’t seem to have any ground to criticize the other party.
Eventually, Xu Shu could only spit out "fucking AI retard," barely expressing his feelings before lying on the couch, silent for a long ti.
It was a while before the bathroom door opened, and the sound of footsteps reached him, prompting Xu Shu to slowly exhale.
All worldly possessions are impermanent, unreliable.
Only when one’s own strength is great, is everything under control!
His eyes were clear, no longer harboring any complaints or hatred, only filled with an even more resolute determination.
"Bro, I’ve finished washing up," Zhou Shiyu, wrapped in a bathrobe and drying her wet hair, erged timidly.
Xu Shu glanced casually and said, "All right, you should rest early, I’m going to take a shower."
"Okay."
Zhou Shiyu nodded, her cheeks flushed with a hint of courage as she corrected herself, "Bro, can I... can I hold your cat for a while?"
The cat?
Xu Shu was stunned at first but then suddenly he realized that Alice was still inside the backpack.
So she was interested in that, why blush? I thought you wanted to hold !
Alice seed to be quite exhausted and still asleep.
Xu Shu figured she wouldn’t be shy like a normal cat, and considering the original orange cat was also very affectionate, he took off the whole backpack and handed it to his sister with a casual "sure," then he walked into the bathroom.
Zhou Shiyu happily cradled the orange cat, weighing over ten pounds, in her arms, and indulged in rubbing it for a while, her gaze eventually focusing on the round butt.
There, she discovered lace underwear, vibrant with greenery—it seed quite suitable for the orange cat at a glance, except for the color mismatch.
Wait a minute...this really seems to be a piece of won’s lingerie...
After a careful examination, Zhou Shiyu beca alert, almost screaming inside.
She considered for a long ti, then silently reached out her hand, pulled open the underwear, and checked the gender of the orange cat.
After confirmation, it was a female cat.
"Hiss!"
Zhou Shiyu’s expression froze instantly.
Hearing the sound of water in the bathroom, she stared at the orange cat’s butt, reconfirming over and over, finally inhaling sharply several tis.
"No wonder, no wonder he has never shown any interest in for so many years... No! My brother, he’s actually a love, love... No, it’s not permissible, at least it can’t be... you freaking can’t do this ah ah ah~"
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