Chapter 50: Journey Through the Medieval Era, Part 50

Upon hearing the bid, everyone was stunned. Even at fifty million, it would mean operating at a loss, yet someone had dared to offer fifty-one million?

“Uncle Luo, rest assured, I will take good care of Wan Mei,” Mo Ke said solemnly, nodding with determination. Luo Dashan had gone on a trip this time with no telling when he would return—perhaps in a few months, perhaps several years.

Bi Qianmo was certain that the moment Ouyang entered Renhe, he would do everything possible to investigate his situation.

Master Floating Reed stood dumbfounded, watching the dazzling rainbow light flicker back and forth in midair, striking down the fifty demonic cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage one by one, feeling an icy chill deep within his heart.

“Uncles and aunts, my father just returned. He’s hungry and tired, so let’s call it a day. Tomorrow, I will accompany him to express our gratitude in person,” Cui Jing said, noticing her father’s poor complexion.

Originally, when he was unharmed, it would have been no problem at all to guide and even fully control the errant star forces. But now, after the shock, his divine consciousness was unstable, making such a task exceedingly difficult.

Feiyu’s hand holding the ruthless sword paused for a moment, gripping the blade tighter and tighter. Even Landi, who was secretly watching and listening nearby, knew that if she did not do this, her hand would tremble uncontrollably from overwhelming emotion.

“Kill him!” Tong Siyang roared angrily, casually flicking a flying sword that roared like thunder as it surged toward Jian Yi like a crashing storm.

You still do not realize that the one who wields the Heavenly Profound Moon is in fact the incarnation of your wife, Tian Xuanyun. She inherited the divine spirit’s consciousness; if she stays by your side with my guidance, within three hundred years at most, you will surely tread the path of divinity.

At present, the remaining people were silently lying low, nursing the injuries sustained in the previous battle.

Moreover, if one’s intelligence had not been enhanced, even if these materials were laid before them, they would be unable to comprehend them.

He glanced at the white Pekingese, only to find it was a stray dog, its leash dragging on the ground with no one holding the other end.

Yet, when he reached out to crush several hands with a single palm, he immediately withdrew and clutched his head in pain. Why did his soul ache so intensely?

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Late at night, the magistrate could not sleep. Suddenly, an arrow shot through the window, startling him into retreating under the covers. Attached was a letter, which struck the wall.

The primitive human who had previously used the fire source had frozen to death. Among the survivors, a young man named Lin Yue became the new focal point, beginning to experiment with artificial fire-making techniques.

But it was hard to blame Jiang Yu; they had played too recklessly at the time, and Jiang Yu could only raise his hands in protest.

Facing the puzzled looks from his colleagues, Master Yishan explained what Li Qingxi had said.

“We know invisibility technique. If we aren’t discovered by those few demon emperors, we should be able to slip past the city guards. Living like this is worse than fighting back!” Xin Wu ruffled his messy hair and added.

They emerged from Fang Shanggong’s place, exchanging looks with one another, all feeling as wilted as frostbitten eggplants.

After the second great calamity of Heaven and Earth, the world shattered once more; countless spaces lay desolate, and the gods acted independently, each residing in their own divine mansions.

“What! Is this true?!” The old Taoist leapt up from his seat, disbelief etched across his face.

They hailed a carriage and returned to Michelle’s villa. Neither was in the mood for mischief; they embraced on the sofa, feeling each other’s warmth, drifting into a daze.

Xia Lin saw Chairman Zhou’s phone was broken and her eyes darkened, thinking, “This time, sister’s tragedy is complete...”

“What! What do you intend to do?” The middle-aged man shouted fiercely as the two approached with ill intent.

“As for the matters between the Guo and Zhou families, I have no involvement,” Feng Luan decided firmly, softly answering Sister Shi Qi. Zhou Zhong became even more certain of Feng Luan’s resolve, his face lighting up with joy.

Nie Chuxin was utterly despondent and pitiful—was she truly innocent? Yet she had never anticipated what Lu Xinjie’s situation was, nor who surrounded her.

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One week later in the morning, after the usual mid-level meeting, only the Lianxiang sisters remained in the office.

Thus, the group continued searching further along the path until they reached the frontier city gate, where they finally stopped.

The Liu sisters appeared, dressed alike in matching outfits: low-cut tops, ultra-short skirts, high heels, each carrying an identical, high-end LV handbag.

Accustomed to commanding others, Shen Zhong, who answered only to the minister, felt somewhat unsettled being led by Shen Erzhi. Even Shen Erzhi dared not order him too harshly, for he was used to Shen Zhong’s cold demeanor and would not dare to command him outright.

“Darling!” The Moon Goddess suddenly embraced me tightly, tears streaming down her face. Her body shook violently, overwhelmed with emotion.

So, without speaking to the crown prince, pressure was quietly applied to Shui Yunjian, just as the prince had said—to let them know whom they were dealing with.

A guard moved toward Qi Kexue, intending to strike her down. Zhang Zi watched the guard’s movement, his gaze lingering on Qi Kexue’s face as he sighed, “A beauty born to be a thief, alas.”

Indeed, the meteor shower boasted far greater attack range and power than these engineers, but their opponents had yet to all land. They had all manner of auxiliary abilities, and even Jonas himself did not believe a single meteor strike could wipe them all out.

Overthinking it, the fans had thoroughly “tormented” Su Luo, but she would never fall. Countless hands formed a “conveyor belt” to safely return Su Luo to the stage.

If the Dragon Clan could intervene more deeply in the war, the revolutionary situation for Fei En would certainly change greatly, at least in the style of warfare.

Yet why were the heirs of the other branches also dwindling so rapidly? Only the male heirs of Yu Shiyi’s branch remained.