Chapter 50: A Model Among the Courtyard Men

The curious onlookers followed along, with some helpful souls even giving the cart a push, until everyone gathered at the doorstep. The postman was quite kind—not only did he help transport the package, but he also carried it from the cart into the house. The wooden crate was rather heavy; he had originally planned to take it inside as well, but Lu Jianwei felt embarrassed and asked him to leave it in the courtyard. Before he left, Lu Jianwei grabbed a handful of fruit candies and a few White Rabbit milk candies and pressed them into the postman's hand.

Every time a new head was chosen for the society, it had to be with the approval of that big boss; the society could be said to be nothing more than a dog raised by him.

Yu You gnashed her teeth in anger—it was infuriating enough that her own reputation at the company had been ruined, but now they wanted to take over the shop her cousin had worked so hard to build.

After several trips back and forth, Lian Xujun had planted four life trees on the Magic Continent. Nourished by the demonic energy, the saplings grew strong and gradually formed a canopy of lush greenery that blocked out the sky.

Was it not he himself who had stopped his flying device halfway? He had assumed that the old master of the Tool Sect intended to show off or threaten him, but it seemed that was not the case.

That was an experience he would never want to endure again, not even in death—something he tried desperately to forget but could never truly erase from his memory.

Now their bombers could take off at any time from those forward airfields and strike Rabaul directly; they could also provide cover for the fleet, allowing attacks to be launched from the sea.

With a pull, the ancient yet rusty broken sword, still exuding an aura of antiquity, appeared in Zhuge Ziyun’s hand.

As soon as Jiang Tian got out of the car, he saw the plane and the turkey, both wearing lovestruck expressions; Zhou Xingxing circled around them, relentlessly peppering them with questions.

"Master Zeng, how many spirit stones would these require? I'll pay extra," Yi Nan inquired at this moment.

The gates of Layered Wind Group were always open, and fortunately, Yu You still had her access card. She mustered her courage and walked in, fully aware of what awaited her—yes, being fired for seducing her superior was enough to keep the office gossip alive for half a year.

"You’re asking when you already know the answer!" Han Shi’s first words upon seeing Han Li were delivered with all the strength she could muster.

This was an exceptionally big piece of news—if it got out, it would surely shake all of Jinnan.

As he spoke, Berelzovsky pointed at the control research institute not far away, a trace of hatred flashing in his eyes. He despised this place; to him, it was a cage, even a living hell.

Xu Qinghuan recognized all the medicinal herbs on the table, but those colorful powders were unfamiliar to her.

Once the staff member closed the door, he dashed off to the Mercenary Guild’s workshop—a place where idlers were absolutely not allowed.

The reserves left by the bank, the silver ‘earned’ from Wang Hao and the others, plus what was brought in from selling spirit stones and other deposits that morning, meant that the Tianxuan Bank could muster just over two hundred million taels of silver.

Lord Song’s heart was as inscrutable as the ocean’s depths; she never made things difficult for herself. Since she couldn’t make sense of it, she simply chose not to dwell on it.

Xing Zeyuan burst through the steam, both hands raised; molten lava meteors rained down like a sudden storm. At the same time, a bullet shot out of the barrel, aiming straight for Xing Zeyuan’s temple.

It wasn’t that he feared Duan Yongping’s reluctance—he simply did not wish to meet him. Now, all internal communications among the company’s executives had to pass through him, or be coordinated by him for resolution.

As disciples of the Tianxuan Sword Sect, this was their greatest advantage: each disciple could enter the Tianxuan Grotto for two trial sessions.

Today, Mother Chen made rice porridge, bought some flatbread from outside, sliced some pickled vegetables, and fried an egg with Chinese toon—dishes Chen Daming was accustomed to eating.

In Ying Feiyang’s view, both divine abilities complemented each other perfectly. The Power Divine Ability could make up for his lack of foundation; when facing opponents with much stronger true energy, he could compensate with the might of his physical strength.

This Western restaurant looked quite impressive from the outside. The group walked in slowly; the decor was a vintage European style, and many people were already dining—among them, quite a few foreign guests.