Volume 1, Chapter 49: The Second Branch Goes on Strike

Since he was Jiang Yiyi's great-grandfather, he could naturally be considered an elder of Ling Hao as well. His attitude softening considerably, Ling Hao offered a respectful bow.

In a fraction of a second, a dozen bullets were fired simultaneously. Ling Hao did not even budge, yet the bullets came to an eerie, complete halt right in front of him, as if an invisible bulletproof vest were shielding his body.

Given their technological prowess, those people would adapt to the environment of Hebron in no time at all.

The caller ID displayed Principal Zhou. This old fox had tried to pull fast ones on him quite a few times lately, the textbook definition of someone who grew more malicious with age. Gathering his utmost concentration, Ye Tian pressed the answer button.

Previously, the Five Sacred Mountains Holy Sect had fallen into the trap simply because they were completely unaware of the situation. But look at them now—they didn't even bother to pursue, rendering Wu Daozi's elaborate preparations entirely useless.

"That is simply how things are," Liu Danqing remarked. In truth, she was not entirely clear on the full sequence of events either, but even if Ye Tian and his companions were in the wrong, Shi Yunhan would still have to swallow her knocked-out teeth and bear it in silence.

Exchanges of this nature tended to result in progressively inferior outcomes. Even when one strived for an upgrade, much like the theoretical principle articulated by Lian Guoren, entities invariably gravitated toward deterioration.

At the Grand Granary Office, Ye Chong instructed Cui Chengzhang to develop the implements required for the three agricultural strategies, inquired about the production and sales of hot spring water heaters, and subsequently reviewed the plans for constructing the new granary office.

To express their gratitude to Ye Lanyun and the others, Lord Lian specially hosted a banquet in their honor that very evening.

Then, at that exact moment, the massive black bull would typically charge in from a flank, savagely breaking through the enemy's formation and forcing them into a panicked retreat. The territory they had fought so hard to capture was instantly retaken by Cagne and his forces.

"Grandmother, since Gu Ke insists that you take a look, you might as well humor her," Ji Dongxue said with a faint smile, refusing to spare even a sideways glance at Gu Ke, well aware that the latter's face was undoubtedly twisted with hatred.

Especially the dozen or so men in black who pursued him, whose combat prowess had reached a terrifying extreme. Had it not been for a life-or-death breakthrough in his own martial arts cultivation at the final moment, Han Yang would likely have perished in that battle five years ago.

Having just drawn his spearhead, Lin Ran was abruptly ensnared around the neck by the Deathstalker's long, serpentine tail and hoisted into midair.

However, relying entirely on Xu Xian's own efforts to accomplish all this was thoroughly unrealistic; he needed to find someone he could implicitly trust to help manage these affairs.

Gu Ke remained faithfully by the old matriarch's side, earnestly uttering auspicious pleasantries in the hope of coaxing a smile from her, yet the older woman could not even be bothered to lift her eyelids.

Facing the sea of people, Xi Mu could not help a sigh of resignation, his handsome brows knitting into a deep, vexed frown.

However, seeing that the opposition outnumbered them and fearing that Jiang Zhenghao might come to harm, he had secretly slipped away to the courtyard to search for Gu Lin.

Word arrived from the police station that Zhou Yi had made a full and unreserved confession to his crimes. The authorities ultimately indicted him on charges of intentional homicide, attempted murder, and involvement in prostitution and gang-related vices, and his trial would be scheduled before the court in due course.

He was desperately pondering how to uncover a place connected to his true lineage within the next two months, sort out the truth, and make a swift escape.

Everyone present could not conceal their disappointment. The Great Wall State Archaeological Alliance, composed of historians from across the Great Wall State, enjoyed overt backing from both the gubernatorial office and corporate conglomerates.

For reasons unknown, a flicker of irritation stirred within Wang Cong's chest as he watched Elaine embrace the two handsome young men, but finding himself with no right to object, he simply turned his head away.

Perhaps driven by matters concerning Cui Pu, Cui Ying wished to say something to her, yet knowing that Cui Pu had wronged her first, Cui Ying lacked the brazen confidence of Cui Yu and suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

Yang Yong resolved to establish the Yang family's recycling enterprise, officially entering the stage of asset restructuring and securing a legitimate business venture. This was an outcome everyone eagerly welcomed, prompting them to speak freely and offer highly constructive suggestions to Yang Yong.

The elder had entrusted her with a monumental responsibility upon departing the state capital; if she were to give up halfway, would she not be ruining her own future prospects?

All things considered, the people Liu Bei had managed to win over recently, combined with the troops he originally brought along, barely numbered five thousand. Facing the million-strong coalition of the various warlords, he could only taste the bitterness of despair.

Throughout these recent days, she had been consumed with concerns over Cui Ying, worries regarding Cui Qiong, and deep anxieties about what her own future might hold.

Yet many strategies could only ever succeed once; whoever seized the initiative first left no opportunities for the rest.

Yang Yong never imagined that a single remark of his would frighten this six-foot-three giant to such a degree. He rubbed his face in awkward bemusement, wondering if his features truly lacked the demonic ferocity to warrant terrifying the man quite this much.

A shifting expression played across Crimson's face, though whether she believed Mr. White's assertions remained entirely unclear.

Lu Bingjun, a close contemporary and friend of his, had been dispatched years prior to serve as magistrate in a county under the jurisdiction of Linjiang Prefecture, laying the groundwork for his subsequent steady ascents in officialdom.

The thought that such a kind-hearted girl still held a place in her heart for her mother brought a surge of warmth to Wen Yuqou's chest, momentarily washing away the malice and sorrow that had gripped her moments before.

"Seeing as such a handsome young man is this adorable, I suppose I should give you a little reward," Liuxing murmured with a wicked smirk before leaning in to press a kiss upon his lips.

"Have you finally reached a decision?" Lin Qian did not interrupt their exchange, merely lingering in a serene hover above until the two had resolved to form a temporary alliance before speaking up.

Two dull thudding sounds echoed outward, immediately followed by an eruption of intense red light around the character for "Water" on the rim of the disk, while a burst of pitch-black radiance flashed from the character for "Wood."

Clambering clumsily down from her horse, Wanying assumed the salacious demeanor of a brothel procuress, inching step by step toward the handsome young man.

Jiu'er gave a gentle shake of her head. Although she had visited the Wu tribe countless times, she remained largely in the dark regarding their core secrets.

"Playing chess? Very well, I shall take you on for a match." The old man appeared in high spirits today, instantly tossing aside his "Red Zhong" tile and abandoning an otherwise winning hand.

"Player Ye Yue has deployed a Crawdaunt, while Shinji has countered once again with a Scizor!" the commentator announced.

Had he been facing anyone else, he might well have felt a sense of dread, yet Mu Yi remained entirely unperturbed. Quite apart from his own meteoric rise in power, his mastery of various martial arts alone allowed him to easily defeat Gu Qing.

Following his ascension to the throne, Yan Canglan had traveled to the capital to pay homage to the emperor; yet compared to the imperial majesty displayed on that occasion, LAN Rongyue's aura of authority now was even more formidable.

"Good, go ahead and give it your all!" Wei Xue beamed with delight, the condescending authority she once projected toward Du悦 as a senior team leader entirely vanished, replaced entirely by the warm demeanor of an elder sister.

Simultaneously, Shangguan Piaorou's body emanated a domain of absolute space, sweeping outward to launch an assault against the opposing Asura clansmen.

How could Wang Zongbo be blind to such realities? Yet with heroes across the realm viewing the imperial court as a dying sun, men were simply eager to pledge allegiance to an enlightened sovereign, conquer the land, and achieve personal glory. Since Wang Zongbo prided himself on loyalty and valor, Hua An's blunt assertion left him hard-pressed for a reply.