Volume One, Chapter 48: Trouble Before the Performance

Her slight lift of the head brought Yutian Zheng back to his senses. This was a different face—she was not Green Pearl.

A deep wound flashed in Bai Muchen’s eyes. He had never imagined that one day Qin Wan Yi would guard herself against him as if he were an intruder.

He was very pleased with how he had handled the school’s affairs. The results satisfied him: from the principal to the teachers, from the head teacher to the school administration, everyone was glowing with approval, expressing their praise repeatedly. Especially regarding the thirteen sets of apartments—saving over a thousand per square meter meant more than a hundred thousand saved for each unit over a hundred square meters.

"Don’t worry, I certainly will. You are the friend and sister I've chosen for life. You can't escape," Bai Muxin declared stubbornly, her words forceful and unwavering.

This fierce outburst proved highly effective. Klaus and Badar exchanged glances, snorted coldly, and returned to their seats, turning away and saying nothing more.

Wu Junwei grew anxious when Leng Siya did not answer right away. "Are you willing?" he asked again, gazing at her with a gravity that seemed heavier than ever.

Ma Lixin’s intention was clear: two main factories—one paper mill and one textile mill—would be under his charge, while the rest should be handled by the government. He had no objections to this arrangement. Yet the mayor insisted that all should be managed by the government, which left Ma Lixin somewhat displeased.

When Ye Yun emerged after only a few seconds, the manager assumed he was going to withdraw from the competition. Yet Ye Yun’s next words stunned him for a long moment.

“Charge!” With Ulanbah’s command, three thousand cavalry surged forward to cover and kill. Halfway through, the Tiger Dragon Army’s shield bearers split apart, revealing two hundred iron heads like tigers—these were, of course, Tiger Cannon.

Xuan Wanyan was intelligent enough to see whether Ye Yun truly lacked time to rescue Glass—she knew it was merely an excuse she clung to in her heart.

After perceiving the lingering injury inside Elder Huang, Ling Yi could not help but feel a trace of sympathy for him.

“How can that be? We saw it with our own eyes…” Dai Jiusi’s eyes widened, unable to believe someone could lie so brazenly. Was it because he hadn’t slipped any money during their meeting?

Watts, the governor of Charleston, was on the second floor directing the defense of the governor’s mansion. He had already received the news of the fort's destruction, but perhaps due to insufficient manpower, the enemy had not organized a landing immediately. Nevertheless, Watts did not dare relax his vigilance.

Under the company’s deliberate guidance, the community had become a hub for public opinion.

Old Qin glanced at Lin Yumeng, whose appearance had not changed at all. The joy on his face vanished instantly, and he anxiously asked a question.

On the wall of the Destiny Bell, countless totem carvings were visible, but they were all dull and lifeless, many so blurred that their shapes could not be discerned.

As he walked, he suddenly noticed a green light flickering in the distance. He paused, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately lifted his sword and moved forward.

The muggy weather made Lin Yumeng’s fair skin glisten with fine, fragrant sweat, causing discomfort.

“We were too arrogant. I thought I was strong, but it turns out I never met a good team,” Liu Ge said, especially dejected.

Ren Xi wanted to speak up, but seeing his expectant expression, she was compelled by some inexplicable force to close her mouth and nod instead.

At the site where White Feather once nested, the bones of the Vermilion Bird had vanished completely, presumably absorbed by the ancient bronze disk. Only White Feather’s treasure chest remained piled on the ground, still surrounded by white cranes pecking at it.

“Elder Huang is too old to manage the department. The company has decided to appoint him as chief consultant for the communications division, providing technical support. Manager Qi, I believe you have no objections now,” Ye Chun said with a smile to Qi Yeyan.

As the raspy voice faded, the faceless old monster’s figure dissolved into a wisp of black smoke, disappearing atop the rocks across the pond.

After all, some things depend on mutual willingness; unilateral force always leads to poor outcomes. Xiao Yan understood this deeply.

Though Ye Haoran still had many questions about the issue, seeing the urgency of the Nightmare of Reincarnation, he had no choice but to set them aside for now.

Previously, he seemed to be leading people to the Palace of the Heavenly King; how had he suddenly been teleported to Sardinia?

As he pondered how to eliminate certain people so he could claim more of the Xuan Yang Secret Realm, a man with a pointed chin, monkey cheeks, and a goatee suddenly stepped forward.

Ye Chun looked back at Xiao Ding, confused and unsure what he meant.

Lin Tian paid no attention to their unfriendly stares. He took out his phone, leaned against the Land Rover, and began playing a mobile game.

Some heavy footsteps echoed in the suddenly silent space—steadfast and calm, without the slightest pause.

The old man glanced again at the fish tank in front of Luo Shan, then tossed out a thousand chips.

“Why? Why do you think so? The principal’s speech was so inspiring—I felt my blood boil, wishing I had been born a few centuries earlier!” Jin Wuqie exclaimed, spittle flying.

The vital energy of heaven and earth surged instantly, forming an enormous blood-red shield that enveloped the Heavenly Fiend Venerable. The great battle erupted in an instant.

The surrounding evolutionaries, hearing Li Xiaofei’s words, grew even more curious. Having spent the morning fighting, it was their first time seeing someone start by flattering their opponent with words. All eyes turned to the banner of the Carefree Gang.

Lyan also aspired to be a formation master. He used to be disappointed in his own talent, but now things were different. He did not know Jun Yang’s exact level, but in his heart, Jun Yang was at least a novice formation master.

The common people roared loudly, rushing toward the execution ground. The constables guarding it dared not stop them—these were not Zhao Jie’s men from Chang’an, but local folk who had gained their positions through selection.