Chapter Forty: The Skill Set That Exploits the System

What happened next left Jiang Ran both shocked and ecstatic. As soon as the coordinates for the Black-Silk Young Lady were fixed, Little White vanished from Jiang Ran’s sight in an instant. A second later, Jiang Ran felt her vision blur, and she found herself teleported right along with Little White! Fortunately, although the Snow Kingdom was dotted with many villages, there was no shortage of open space, and the coordinates she arrived at were not in an area where players were gathered. Even so, she dared not linger and immediately set the Black-Silk Young Lady’s coordinates...

A breath later, the pig's trotter made contact with Shi Kongming, slamming him directly into the ground with a continuous, piercing whistle of displaced air.

"Please, wait!" Yu Yichen suddenly called out to his father. His father, who had been on the point of leaving, turned back with a look of mild surprise.

It was a case of the speaker meaning nothing, but the listener taking it to heart. Gao Yu and Huang Hu were overwhelmed with shame and blamed themselves for their incompetence; having followed the old general into battle, not only had they failed to protect him, but they had also been so entangled by enemy soldiers that they couldn't break free. Thus, they secretly swore that if they did not wash away this humiliation and annihilate the enemy, they would never rest.

In the basement of the pill-refining room, Ning Zhe was intently listening to Elder Chunhui’s lecture. He had been in this room for over half a month, during which time Elder Chunhui had visited only once. After inspecting the pills Ning Zhe had refined, he tossed them directly into the earth fire and swept out of the room.

"Never mind whether she’s satisfied or not, hurry up and make a few more for me. I want them the moment I get back!" Xiangxiu took the food box and headed toward the main courtyard.

"Why?!" Yuan Bide knew that questioning the Young Master was disrespectful, but he couldn't help but shout.

As Matsui Iwane was deploying his strategy against the National Revolutionary Army, one of Hu Changjin’s battalions, carrying both light and heavy weapons, was passing through the British merchants' shops.

Nan Ye was feeling dizzy and disoriented from the relentless bombardment by the kitchen maids. Fortunately, the next morning, Xiangxiu returned along with other third-class maids and, with her fierce and imposing style, helped keep the other maids outside the courtyard gate.

There were not many guests, and each one seemed to have been handpicked. However, Ye Jia did not recognize a single one; this was by no means the "gathering of acquaintances" that Ye Xiaobo had described.

"Who says I don't have anyone around me? If you were to line up the people you've sent one by one, they could form a human wall around my courtyard," Tian Diewu said with disdain.

Before anyone could react, Wang Chengen—whose tall, thin frame was identical to that of the Chongzhen Emperor—was hoisted into the air by Li Jing, who gripped his collar with a single hand.

But the lack of communication was the real issue. They shouldn't have said nothing; they shouldn't have ignored him or treated him with such coldness.

In other words, the two on the field were about to enter a protracted, grinding battle! Did that mean... they were prepared to fight for tens of thousands of years?

Ruan Wu took it from her mother. The moment her fingertips touched the Buddha statue, it lit up for an instant, releasing a dazzling radiance.

Therefore, under no circumstances could anything happen to Lu Bu. Even if everyone else died in battle, Lu Bu had to be ensured a safe escape—this was Chen Gong’s final resolve.

"Sister, if you don't mind, let me send Sister Zijuan over first to ‘scout the path’ for you." In truth, Lin Daiyu had only said it offhandedly. Although she had some reservations about Li Zhao’s refusal, it did not affect her overall opinion of him.

Upon seeing that the reward was a top-grade spirit weapon, Wang Xuesong ignored option three without a second thought.

After all, her boss was an enigmatic, invisible billionaire to begin with; it wouldn't be strange for him to have any kind of friends.

"Father, Li Muci is not the God of Wealth. How can he lend us so much all at once?" Bai Qingfeng cried out.

The eldest daughter of the Bai family would have a hard time once she married into that household. Nangong Jin shook his head, deciding not to think about it further—what did any of that have to do with him?

Shi Jia couldn't help but chuckle. That was her father indeed; he cut through things with a single stroke and never felt the need to leave her any room to maneuver, each time being so sharp it left her unable to stand.

Behind the house was a river, and spanning its banks was a narrow concrete bridge. It was less than a meter wide and lacked railings. Though it was still sturdy, by modern standards, it would have long since been classified as a dangerous structure.