Chapter 51

Even though Zhu Qian had warned Zhou Qian many times and the latter had been very mindful of his boundaries, he still lost his patience at this moment.

In the first military truck that followed closely behind, a Japanese lieutenant also witnessed this scene and directly ordered the vehicle to stop.

Listening to Grandpa Huang casually chatting away with a cheerful smile, and then looking at the list of souvenirs written on that piece of paper, I could not help falling into deep thought.

"Your Majesty, I won't dare do it again. Please spare me from confinement this time." Li Jinglong finally blurted out the real purpose of his visit.

As he spoke, incantation gestures flashed through his hands, and a sheet of blazing fire surged straight up from the ground. In just a split second, the fire transformed into a hundred-zhang-long pillar of flame.

A supreme emperor personally executing such a technique to sever his own Dao and carve out a brand-new future. Yang Yigu had always deeply studied this secret technique, and after subsequent explorations by everyone, the possibility of failure was now completely ruled out.

Hearing the knock on the door, Ross knew it was Zuo Nanfeng. Saying "Come in," he watched as Zuo Nanfeng's figure appeared in the doorway.

"They say it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. Taking a three-month leave is totally reasonable, right?" Zhou Sen defended himself.

Yet now, Xie Raoqing was willing to play along with Qin Wu simply to "peacefully" secure the inheritance of the Xie family.

Everyone present was utterly dumbfounded! The first to snap back to reality was Luo Tiancheng, who stared with incomparable shock at Ross and Tang Lang.

Throughout successive dynasties, as well as in other prefectures, commanderies, and counties, things were basically done this way. Although there might be occasional discrepancies—such as certain individuals failing to be selected—these were entirely normal occurrences.

With that, Link cast a Touch of Sights on Marisa. The injuries and pain on Marisa's body healed instantly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Witnessing this, Marisa, the High Elf mage, and Semir, who had just arrived, all wore looks of astonishment. Such swift and powerful healing magic was something they had never witnessed in their entire lives.

Zhou Yan felt a deep sense of regret in his heart. Through a brief glimpse of time tracing, he caught sight of the exact scene he had previously deduced.

The combat power of a genius at the peak of the third realm of Sword Soul was fully unleashed within this single sword strike. Not only did it possess a terrifying and awe-inspiring majesty, but it also felt like the awakening of a power that ruled over heaven and earth. At this moment, apart from Qian Xi, all the other cultivators—even those at the Void Realm—felt a sense of dread and awe toward this formidable strength.

There was no need for concealment; the Sword Palace possessed an abundance of inheritances, and Palace Master Muhua himself was a tremendously powerful Dao Lord comparable to an Eternal Emperor Lord.

Princess Jidu also discovered the anomaly and stood up from the back of the Kunpeng, her cloud-like hair scattering in the air and dancing with the wind.

"A top-tier spiritual artifact?" Yin Xuege was momentarily stunned. Didn't he simply buy an ordinary ocean-crossing magic treasure called the Great Wave Boat? How did it turn into a top-tier spiritual artifact, the Great Desolation Dragon-Whale Great Wave Boat? Could it be that Yan Ruxin intentionally wanted to curry favor with him? It certainly seemed that way.

Compared to the mortal realm, the space within the negative dimension was even more chaotic, consisting almost entirely of spatial turbulence. A moment of carelessness could result in being torn to shreds. Fortunately, the mothership was positioned right at the critical threshold, sparing it from the heavy impacts of the spacetime turbulence, while the remaining turbulence could be fended off by the plasma shields alone.

Yet now, Meng Zhiyiyuan had ascended to the top tier without any official recognition. This was tantamount to rebellion, conferring a title upon oneself.

This prompted the patrons originally drinking tea to glance at her repeatedly. Were those pastries really that delicious? Should they go buy some later as well?

By the time Qian He finished renting a place and purchasing daily necessities, the afternoon had already arrived.

In accordance with her previous instructions, Ruyun respectfully presented a meticulously carved jade seal and several important account books from the prince's estate to Shen Jingqing.

"It was indeed my lapse in manners. Logically speaking, upon arriving in Jinling City, I should have paid a visit to the old gentleman," Lin Feng said with a nod.

Old Mrs. Lin and the others harbored all sorts of resentment in their hearts, feeling that they had asked for too little silver. Yet they failed to consider which household in the village could possibly have fifty taels of silver in savings. Nor did they stop to think that they had beaten someone to the point of severe injury and unconsciousness, and instead of the victims demanding compensation from them, they actually felt aggrieved that the victims hadn't given them enough money.

Seeing that both children were so exhausted that the color had drained from their faces and they were gasping for breath, Old Man Lin and Lady Miao no longer cared how dirty the ground was. Utterly drained and exhausted, they collapsed straight onto the earth, unwilling to move a muscle, both of them aching with heartache.

Another area featured a performance stage, tables, and chairs, serving as a designated space for hosting events and staging programs.

The two Anbu operatives exchanged glances upon hearing this, and then began setting traps. As for whether it would be effective, it would depend entirely on how sharp their target was.

Losing thirty percent of his combat effectiveness would place him at a disadvantage whether he faced experts of the same cultivation level in the cultivation world or competitors from his own clan of the same rank; he might even lose many things far more valuable than monetary wealth.

It seemed that the current Ye Haotian was truly no longer the good-for-nothing from six years ago who could be toyed with like a monkey.

Inhaling the mouth-watering fragrance, Ye Ning could not help feeling his saliva secrete profusely, swallowing hard as a result.

This was helpless for them as well. As mentioned earlier, due to the unreliability of the airborne radios, they often preferred using hand gestures to communicate with one another rather than dealing with spotty radios that severely delayed matters.

Maslow shared the same thought as Panda and Lang Jianhui: since the man went to work, he would eventually get off work. After work, when he wanted to rest, eat, sleep, he would have to go home eventually, and that was when the white plastic bucket might finally make an appearance.

However, those responsible for selecting talents were all members of the aristocratic gentry, who regarded family background as the primary criterion for selection.

They all now regretted why they had allowed these people to design their own protective walls, forcing them to stay up all night searching.

Maslow was sizing up Jin Zhihao, and Jin Zhihao was likewise sizing up Maslow. Both men were now impeccably dressed in suits and ties; one already carried the demeanor of a major boss, while the other retained the cultured and dashing air of a noble young master from before his imprisonment.

The previously frantic look on his face gained a trace of clarity and solemnity. Gazing at the rampaging Snow Demonic Sky Ape below, he drew a dagger from his spatial ring and fixed his eyes tightly on the beast.

Young people were naturally ruthless in their actions, and since their superiors had already given the word before they set out—promising to cover for them if anything went wrong—they struck with brutal force without hesitation.