Chapter 50

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Although Gu Feng had long suspected it, his heart still tightened upon hearing the news.
Let’s put it this way: by attaining this position, I have gained a certain value, and with Zheng Fatty still associating with me, it undoubtedly provides a point of leverage.
The Tianji clan has always remained aloof since ancient times, never engaging in any conflict nor aligning with any faction.
The low wall behind him suddenly collapsed. He intended to brace himself, but the sharp pain from his wound shot straight to his forehead. His body instantly went limp, and he allowed himself to fall along with the wall.
“Classmate Zhou, did you need me for something?” Tao Zui raised an eyebrow, listening to the bell-like voice on the phone.
Xie San’s tone carried a hint of frustration, as if lamenting his own carelessness; after all, it was a criminal act—why hadn’t he thought to conceal his identity?
There was no need to emphasize this further; he was undoubtedly one of the most extraordinary prodigies to have ever appeared since the birth of the human race.
Even Mo Yunqing did not fully grasp the meaning behind the Empress Dowager’s words just now; her hint was definitely more than just surface-level.
He was both an individual and a member of various “teams” such as squads and platoons.
Xu Yuanlong glanced at his son, shouted angrily once, then ignored him, striding towards the wall pierced by a wooden stick.
After three or four lashes, Big Yellow looked at Wei Chen with teary eyes, waving his paws repeatedly to signal him to stop—the pain in his rear was unbearable. Then, with a resolute expression, he plunged his mouth into the bowl of berries, quickly devouring them all.
In the past, the Jin forces would have definitely occupied the Lianghuai region and never left, consolidating their gains. But now Sun Quan believed the Lianghuai alone would not satisfy the Jin.
Chen Tiechui and Yue Changfeng also took pills and swallowed them, leaving only a single pill in Gu Zhan’s hand.

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As a seasoned general, Wanyan Zongbi keenly sensed the gravity of the situation: once the Huai River was blocked, his troops would be trapped between the Huai and Yangtze Rivers.
The muscular man was startled, a shiver running down his spine; by the time Chen Feng reappeared, he was already standing nearby.
A few drops of liquid fell from the dry tip of the tongue, which immediately opened eagerly to receive more fluid pouring in.
Perhaps the exhausting battle in the dark room had taken too much out of Hou Rui’s strength and intellect; even the healthiest could fall ill sometimes, so Su Le paid it little mind.
Jia Yun, dressed in loose clothing, lazily led Xi Ren and Xiang Ling towards the backyard.
The land within the space was circular; a hundred acres amounted to just over 66,000 square meters, with a diameter exceeding 250 meters and a circumference of over 900 meters.
Qin Hui knew that as long as the Song forces maintained parity on the battlefield, the Jin’s demands would inevitably soften.
He stubbornly glanced at the Wudang Sect’s senior disciple and the Emei Sect’s senior sister; seeing their calm expressions and confident demeanor made him even more restless.
After much deliberation, unable to devise a way to deal with her, a helpless Wen Ruoliu finally subdued her and kissed her.
At that moment, Hua Nu disregarded everything else, found a large stone to sit on, placed a handkerchief atop it, then settled down and opened the large picture album to the first page.
Besides them, Zhang Wu, the chief steward, and those responsible for various projects had all arrived, crowding the space in front of the greenhouse to fullness.
Shen Shi looked at Lin Tong. Whether beast or human, their internal spiritual energy was born of heaven and earth, not closely linked to the physical body, but炼鼠 (refining rats) was already at Shen Shi’s limit; refining humans… was unacceptable.
Why neglect sound rural development only to cultivate a poisonous bubble that makes the poor poorer and the rich richer? Could it be that there’s a traitor pocketing federal subsidies?

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“Mr. Sergio, I’ve run into some trouble and would like to ask for your help.” Ruan Xiong knew Sergio’s temperament well, so he cut straight to the chase.
Of course, the current intelligence was too scant; the situation inside Lanruo Temple could only be confirmed once one entered.
Ye Jingping was the eldest young master, old enough to go out and gain experience, which was quite normal. But Ye Lanyu’s presence was glaringly out of place, like a child laborer.
Not only him, but the First Prince of the Blood Clan was suspended in midair, her delicate figure still outlined beneath the black gown, nearly fully exposed… Diyor, David, and dozens of Blood Clan members remaining below all bore expressions of humiliation.
I was stunned for a moment, but on reflection, given Bai Ling’er’s temper, she really was capable of such a thing.
Song Tianji saw Ma Jingjing finally losing patience, smiled, winked at Huang Lianlian, and followed Ma Jingjing into the inner suite.
They controlled Wang Huang’s base and had somewhat gleaned clues about the Primordial Emperor’s Tomb.
“Another one?” My heart skipped a beat as I raised my peachwood sword and sent Liu Sheng flying with a single strike, then turned and ran toward the backyard.
The newcomers saw Song Tianji ignoring them and had no choice but to report back, claiming Song Tianji was arrogant and dismissive. The captains here were very dissatisfied with Song Tianji’s attitude but powerless against him. They mocked him with derision, and Yang Burdu could only sigh upon witnessing it all.