Chapter 45: A Joyous Gathering

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After disposing of the troublesome Zhu He, Ye Cheng carefully wiped the blood from the Heavenly Realm inner core, holding it in his hand and examining it over and over.
“To think you’d already grown so arrogant before even solidifying your Heavenly Realm foundation. Such a petty Martial Lord—how laughable.”
He slipped the inner core into his own spatial pouch, only then noticing that at some point, the pouch was nearly full, most of it occupied by his own refined pills...
At that moment, his physical body happened to encounter the light and was preparing to go forward, when the Night God also sensed the danger ahead. A thick miasma of death filled the cave ahead, enough to kill his physical body several times over.
Watching all the Blackwind Fortress members fight so frenziedly, so eagerly to sign up as gunners and armored soldiers, Xu Lang smiled radiantly.
Ran Ming was unaware that his own nationalist sentiments had influenced others. In the navy, background came first; if you weren’t Han, at most you could serve as a junior officer aboard ship. As for captain, staff officer, scribe, or first mate—those high-ranking positions were simply out of reach.
Zhou Zhiyou swiftly scanned the reports, his expression growing grave. He handed them to Madame Song, who had been watching him intently.
The Northern Di cavalry charged forward unstoppably, breaking into the granaries and making off with more than half the grain, meat, and vegetables.
Tong Tong could have attended Fashion Week today—after all, she was a celebrity in Qingcheng, and Tong Financial was famous across Southeast Asia. But the moment she thought of Blue Yi Qiao inevitably stealing the spotlight this time, she decided otherwise.
Lily, as expected, was quite used to eating Chinese food; she handled her chopsticks even more deftly than Yadan. Yadan, perhaps out of long disuse, seemed somewhat clumsy by comparison.
The two-hundred-square-meter apartment in the city had been repossessed by the bank due to unpaid loans, and her parents, with no other choice, had returned to their hometown.
It was much like what the great powers of this world did now—summoning wind and rain, tempering the climate, delving into forests to protect endangered species, reaching for the stars to explore the cosmos, healing diseases and cutting off misfortune.
While Tufei Yuan Xian’er fretted over the origins of Xu Lang’s troops, Xu Lang himself had already brought Chen Xiangxue back to the mechanized brigade’s encampment at Blackwind Fortress.
Gu Wenwen felt a twinge of guilt; she had proposed this plan in the first place, and even now, with things having reached this point, Xie Huai was still worrying about what she would do next.
“Escort Madam back,” Qin Zhiyuan ordered, instructing the staff to launch a counterattack against the hacker.
Though the patient remained in the debridement room with the door tightly shut, and privacy was as well maintained as possible despite the coming and going of staff, the firefighters’ entrance was so imposing that it was hard not to notice.
Although she had fallen out of favor, with Consort Li’s protection, not a single bit of her monthly rations had been withheld by the Palace Domestic Affairs Office.
Anyone who could down nineteen thermometers’ worth of mercury in one go was certainly not easy to reason with. After all, this was a family affair; the three-person emergency team, as outsiders, could hardly say much.
Li Weixi was ceding his own shares, but the extra conditions required to gain full control of them were nothing short of outrageous.
The American branch’s department store counters had survived the financial storm, remaining unshaken, but operational issues persisted. That was why the Z Department Store board had agreed to let Xie Huai join the company.
Xuan Chengyi, infuriated, smashed a teacup on the spot, yet the only punishment meted out was a deduction of half a year’s salary for those involved.
Scalding water cascaded over the pale, supple body. Zhuyun, holding a bath mitt, crouched behind Wei Jiashu, scrubbing her back.