Volume 1, Chapter 41: The Imperial Sword

Both of them looked frail and delicate, and one of them was quite young; no matter how you looked at it, they didn't seem like the type to be chosen. After all, Koser was a decent foreigner, and one shouldn't try to swindle him just because he was from abroad. As China develops, it needs friends, allies, and to win the favor of others.

The moment Wei Xun stepped out of the airport, the surrounding media swarmed him, cameras in hand. Everyone realized that in this ultimate clash between the new and old titans of the film industry, the new titan, Xun Media, had won. Since he had discovered it, there was no way he wouldn't be covetous, and acquiring the Qiao family estate would hold significant importance for his goal of taking over the entire Linhai City.

"I ate your scrambled eggs with green peppers, but I didn't cry! So... according to our bet, shouldn't you offer us sisters a sincere apology?" Lan Ruoxue looked up, her beautiful eyes staring coldly at Lin Yu.

He swung his fists a few times in the room, listening to the sound of the wind they cut, and especially after one punch slammed into the wall, leaving behind slight cracks, he was able to make a rough estimate of his current strength. Ever since the battle in those years, the throne had changed hands, and the Stone of Loyalty had been kept in the hall as a source of spiritual power, where it had been worshipped ever since.

One must know that a rugged man like Wang Haiyang, whose voice had been tempered by the vast grasslands to be both weathered and pure, made it truly difficult to write a song that suited him.

When that line of large characters appeared on the blackboard at the front of the classroom, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The classroom door opened, a white light flashed, and they returned to reality.

"Don't you find it heavy carrying these things around every day?" Zhao Yunniang couldn't help but ask the question that had been weighing on her soul.

Once it flowed into those thirsty throats, it made the owners tremble with intoxication. In that trembling, they supported their frail bodies; in that trembling, they expanded their forms; in that trembling, they gained strength beyond the ordinary; in that trembling, they broke the shackles upon them and set themselves free.

"Okay, honey, I'll call right now." Lin Xiaoguang kissed his wife on the cheek, picked up his phone, and dialed his mother's number.

"Wait! The Eighth Princess is, at the very least, a member of the imperial family, and she is a highly esteemed princess of the Muyue Kingdom. Logically speaking, the Sovereign of Nalan is her cousin. Do you truly dare to do this? Are you not afraid of inciting a war between our two nations?" The speaker was Zhao Jiang, who strode in wearing his armor.

More than an hour later, Lin Xiaoguang and Xu Zheng emerged from the crowded cinema and got into Lin's private car. Since the weather was quite cold, the two agreed to go eat mutton hotpot.

"Of course. When Feng Huayin woke up, I saw how happy the Emperor was. It is precisely because of this that I cannot let him remain a stumbling block in my path." Even after Feng Huayin lost his memories, the Emperor never changed his attitude.

Xiuzhuang shook her head and sighed, "Oh, how did it come to this?" No sooner had she finished speaking than an old man walked out of the wooden hut behind her, carrying a bowl of medicine. Seeing Xiuzhuang sighing, he asked.

Lingxi Province is a remote province with inconvenient transportation. Apart from mountains, there is nothing but mountains. The pillar of the economy is local tourism, with 50,000 square kilometers of primitive jungle, touted as having been inaccessible for thousands of years, attracting tourists from across the nation and the world.

"Now you two are conspiring together to oppose me? Jade Emperor, you are my husband, and I can do nothing about you. Yang Jian is my nephew, and I cannot kill him either."

Regarding this matter, Qin Wuyan was secretly cautious. He did not know what the situation was in this place, but it was normal for there to be beings with strength equal to his own.

The stone door opened, and Xuanyuan Jin stepped inside. Seeing Feng Liu resting soundly on the bed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"How could I not intervene? I couldn't just watch you run wild in the Underworld, could I? This isn't a game; it's a matter of life and death." Feng Liu was deeply worried.

Qin Wuyan was very familiar with deep blue diamonds; after all, jewelry made from this material was a very popular commodity.

Xue Yihuai coughed slightly. He went back to the room and rummaged around but couldn't find a towel. He Niannian leaned against the door and said in a flat tone, "It's in the second drawer." He pulled out the towel and draped it over her head, gently wiping her hair, but then, inexplicably, he bit her lip.

This was merely the sacrificial chicken; other forces, whether in the open or in the shadows, were all waiting for the Ren family's next move and for Yang Qi's counterattack. Of course, the most significant factor in this was the cultivation jade resources. After all, resources that could function as hard currency were naturally not ordinary. If he could obtain more cultivation jade, surely breaking through to the Hehe stage would not be far off.

After a surge of indescribable emotion welled up in his heart, Xiao Jianfeng had no desire to stay any longer. He gave a few instructions to Yun Mu and then vanished.

"I was just joking with you. Look at how scared you were! This is your punishment for getting me drunk and sneaking out of the Spirit Realm."

"General Wei? Where are you returning from?" Wang Gong’s voice dropped an octave, and he kept glancing in the direction Wei Jie had come from.

By the middle of the Western Zhou Dynasty, the King of Resurrection Insects had become rare and scarce. Shen Gongbao sent many extraordinary people to search for it, but the results were fruitless. In the end, Shen Gongbao died with regret and bitterness.

Dragon might surged like a tide, and his fist was like thunder. With this strike, the aura around Chu Yan changed completely; his eyes flashed with golden light, and endless dragon breath gushed forth, condensing into a fist aura like a golden dragon, crashing straight into the incoming palm print.

At this moment, Song Ming flew into a desert, the buzzing roars behind him continuous and unrelenting, still pursuing him relentlessly.

I don't know how much time had passed when an old man in a grey robe sitting directly across from the door opened his eyes first. His gaze was somewhat dazed, and it took a while for his brilliance to return. Seeing Zhang Yi standing at the door, he looked curious but did not reprimand him.