Chapter 147: The Grand Preceptor Has Made His Move

While Wu Qihao's schemes were temporarily shelved, Ye Cheng's business began a period of rapid development.

The speed of this growth even exceeded Ye Cheng's own expectations. On the very second day that the factory he partnered with Lin Moyan to operate began shipping, the Su-Lin brand calming powder they co-produced sold over 100 million in value. This development nearly caused Lin Moyan and Old Geng to drop their jaws in shock.

The cost of this stuff was less than...

"Actually, it was just last night," Tsunade replied matter-of-factly. Since the matter had been exposed, there was no need to hide it, especially since Tsunade hoped Sarutobi Hiruzen would secure a better position for her.

Though he was only a youth, his icy expression and his ability to strike bullets with coins managed to awe the crowd. The teenage boys from both villages looked at Feng Ming with fanatical eyes.

Zhao Yun's heart tightened, thinking Zang Ba was about to send men to kill them, so he hurriedly shielded Guo Jia, preparing to flee the Taishan camp.

Tsunade felt a pang of worry: if such a thing as a "Husky Sage Mode" truly existed, would there be a risk of turning into a female dog?

Li Yang looked at the sky outside the hall and decided to conclude the year-beginning assembly that had lasted all morning.

Gunn Cole felt this deeply. With the scent of blood still hanging in the surrounding air, he knew without needing to think that a life had been extinguished just minutes ago. It didn't look like they were here for a picnic, and it was obvious what they had killed.

The disciple who received the fifty spirit-summoning incense sticks thanked the deacon, looking quite delighted.

He knew that if Zhao Yun charged over, he would certainly be unable to stop him. Gritting his teeth, he pulled a yellow paper talisman from his robe and flicked his wrist; the talisman began to burn on its own.

When the rumors first started spreading from Tian Susu, he hadn't believed them, assuming they were just fabrications she had made up. It wasn't until someone came to him for help that he realized all of this was actually true.

Three consecutive gunshots rang out, and Zhang Xiaojian's blood boiled with excitement. The Barrett in reality felt completely different from the Barrett in the game.

However, Wu Hao was truly unaware of all this. He felt as if he had merged into a marvelous state, much like a martial artist encountering a rare moment of enlightenment.

His heart throbbed, nearly leaping from his chest. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes swirling with intense emotion.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, both phantom figures felt a sense of numbness spreading through their bodies, their vigilance rising to its peak. If they knew they were facing only a youth at the second level of the Martial Ancestor realm, one could only wonder what they would think.

A massive blade of light sent Mo flying. At the same time, Mo felt a searing pain in his shoulder. Glancing down, he saw that the area had been torn by the aftermath of the light blade, and the light-based energy he loathed was constantly trying to erode his body.

Following Lu Runxiang's cry, the scholars shouted in unison, "Long live, long live, long live the Emperor!" The roar echoed thunderously within the Hall of Supreme Harmony. The cries were so sincere, so loud, and so full of vitality; every young, tense face was brimming with youthful passion and boundless adoration.

Let us look back at the history of Earth since the appearance of humanity. We will discover a fact.

It seemed Captain Mu did not wish to reminisce further, so Li Baoqiang suppressed his curiosity and did not continue to ask about Mu Ye's experiences.

On the other side, at the Night Owl Palace, Qian Yingqianrou saw this and was overjoyed, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears of excitement.

At this, everyone was stunned. It truly was a case of "don't judge a book by its cover." This person was dressed so shabbily, yet could produce such a vast sum of money—how strange!

Li Guolou's brawling style was even more brutal than that of a gangster. He struck without warning, using underhanded tactics; he didn't care for elegant moves, only for what was practical and cruel.