Volume One, Chapter One Hundred Fifteen: The Young Bee Plan

The foghorn of the naval port pierced through the mist with remarkable force, rousing the crowd on the shore as the transport ship slowly docked. Jiang Yingli stood on the deck, the sea breeze billowing the ill-fitting military shirt and the oversized trousers she had rolled up several times. These belonged to Yuan Yanzhou, who had arrived in such haste that he hadn't thought to bring a change of clothes.

In the Li family, the same scene was unfolding. Usually as quiet as a maiden, Li Yu now wore a bitter expression, and the outcome was identical—they awaited the arrival of the Tie family.

When they entered the water, there had been more than ten; now, only four returned. All those at the early stage of the Stellar Realm had perished.

Tai Wuer waved his hand, stopping Altai, and then addressed Peach Blossom Eyes in a cool tone, "Baldy, let's cut the nonsense. Do you have it or not?"

Chen Yufeng patted his forehead and said, "Alright, that's settled then. I'll go first." With those words, he prepared to leave, but Dongfang Ningdie called after him again.

She had thought that catching up to Chen Yu would be the moment to kill him, but this demigod’s strength was unexpectedly formidable—he had even managed to injure her moments ago.

"Deploy the troops!" Wang Lang ordered, commanding the vanguard of five thousand cavalry to charge toward the battling armies ahead.

"War God Emperor, Divine Emperor Sovereign?" Feng Zhen was equally stirred, unable to suppress its excitement and trembling.

Originally, Yun Zhu and Ning Yi, together with the Yun family, had planned for Shu Sirui to be adopted as a godchild. But suddenly, the one seeking godparentage became Yun Zhu. The two were surprised, yet, considering Yun Zhu and Shu Sirui would be married this year, it seemed the same whoever became the godchild; thus, they felt at ease.

"Let’s hope so." Nodding, Yun Shi sighed softly and went back to helping Tao Sanyue take care of the child.

Around them, several other fiend corpses lunged forward, among them a long-haired fiend corpse at the peak of the Late Origin Realm.

The air in the rented room was stagnant, and the oppressive heat left him drenched in sweat. The old ceiling fan overhead creaked as it spun, offering no relief.

Zhang San, anticipating large-scale sales of medicinal wine in the northwest, started there first. He also planned to expand the Shandong courier route. Both routes would advance together—the northwest, though sparse in population, allowed travel upstream along the Yellow River, then along the Jing River and the Wei River.

Every year, the Tiger’s Den released rankings for R18 manga sales, considered the most authoritative list among gentlemen.

Chen Yi, instantly alert, tossed aside his bread and Maotai, searching for the source of the sound. After leaping over several hills, he finally witnessed a scene that filled him with rage.

The team’s public relations had always been ineffective, yet today it was needed—not for Ji Yunxian himself, but for his sister.

After reaching the entrance to Yasuda Auditorium, Qin Han did not see Guang Yuanlang’s sturdy, dark figure and so called him.

With her family's income, they couldn’t afford even the most basic conveyor-belt sushi, let alone the high-end establishments.

The seventy-step muskets fired, and that was the end. Helian Mountain City's life ended there; as the vanguard, he faced at least a hundred muskets, so he and his horse fell to the ground instantly.

After signing the contract, Huang Xiaoxiao carefully checked her pay: fifty thousand yuan before taxes. The filming period was three months.

"Is it really so beautiful outside? Why are you so intent on leaving?" Si Mengmeng was puzzled.

She could pretend her talents were exceptional, learn a couple of moves, and then, when faced with an assassin, at least hold out for a few minutes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. My name is Chen Sisi. Thank you for saving me..." Chen Sisi apologized shyly.