Chapter 100

As expected, the moment these words were spoken, Brother Fa—who had no scenes to shoot, had been quite idle lately, and was serving as the resident mentor for "old hooligans"—was the first to applaud.

"Very well, we shall brew wine tomorrow. That means we’ll have our work cut out for us this afternoon; we must wash these fruits and set them out to dry." Seeing Huo Jun’s immense enthusiasm, Xi Yizheng nodded and agreed to his suggestion with a smile.

Lu Lin felt a numbness in his left hand, nearly losing all sensation, yet he had managed to block the attack this time.

The Purple Cloud Palace had quite a history. Its masters had changed repeatedly; originally, it was the place where Mother Tianyi practiced her Tao. Later, after she ascended to the Earth Immortal Realm, the palace fell vacant. Because the restrictive spells surrounding the palace were so miraculous, it was eventually discovered by a water immortal who took up residence there.

The most pressing matter now was to find money and then make that money grow. Once there was capital, all other problems would be solved.

Master Miaoyi and the others knew the Five-Smoke Veil of Taiyi all too well. They were well aware that the master of this treasure, the Primordial Ancestor of Taiyi, had died at the hands of the Three Immortals of the East Sea; naturally, they recognized his signature defensive artifact. Seeing that it had fallen into Ling Yun’s hands, their expressions darkened.

The sharp, German-made engineer shovels issued to the training corps became a nightmare for the Japanese soldiers. The edges of the National Revolutionary Army’s steel helmets, stones, wooden clubs, grenades, teeth, and fists—everything that could be utilized was used by the Chinese soldiers.

If for no other reason, that lucrative path to wealth was worth a try for Leng Wan. With the map in the second mistress's hands... it might just work. And if it did, the benefits would be immeasurable.

Watching Wu Haomin and Feng Yubin clink glasses and reminisce, Wu Haoming and Zhu Zhu simply smiled, kept their heads down, and focused on eating, or else Zhu Zhu would chat idly with the sister-in-law and aunt with a smile on her face.

Chen Qiang turned to gather fresh flowers in the vicinity, in no hurry to sing. Luo Yin was puzzled by his actions, watching to see what he intended to do. She felt like an audience member at a play, her heart undisturbed.

"I know," Manna said without looking up, though from Meng Ye's angle, he could see tears shimmering on her eyelashes.

High above in the void, the Dao Emperor-level powerhouses were locked in duels, the intensity of their clashes truly terrifying.

It must be said that humans are strange creatures. Ye Xian, once he became self-motivated, achieved results far more effective than when he was forced by Xiao Canglan to undergo physical training some time ago.

Li Haijun did not speak; perhaps his tongue was paralyzed by the scent of bellflower, leaving him unable to utter a word.

When Chen Haoxuan returned to Chen Village, he noticed the villagers looking at him with strange expressions. Only after returning home and asking Chen Yina did he learn that the New Mountain City television station was broadcasting news of Lia’s car accident. The news had been airing for a long time, possibly because Lia’s death was linked to him.

When Nalan Jingyi raised her hand, she seemed to exert great force, yet when it landed, it was soft and powerless, as if a wife were acting coquettishly toward her husband.

In the prison, Gele Changping was held in solitary confinement, separated from the other prisoners. Furthermore, he was locked behind three layers of gates, with iron shackles around his hands, feet, and neck. Although he was not being tortured, the utter darkness of his plight was a devastating blow to him.

Sigh, what an idiot. To not even distinguish between German and English—where does such an ignorant person get the confidence to block my path and have the audacity to call me a "bumpkin" at every turn?

"It’s come to this, miss, please stop scolding me. If we can escape safely, I will certainly make it up to you properly, alright?" Tong Yue said.

He Shaoqian looked at Ke Xinya as if she were an idiot, then struck again before she could react.

By September, the Qi State issued an ultimatum to Liao, demanding that they immediately cease their aggression against the Han people in the Yanyun region and compensate for the losses suffered by Qi merchants over the past few months, with a deadline for a response set for September 20th.

Following behind Alya, Luca arrived at the front courtyard. The environment was serene, with stone-laid walls on both sides covered in creeping vines, which brought a touch of vitality to the otherwise monotonous and lifeless walls.

Qin Han was no longer the newcomer he had been when he first started; he was now a top-tier manga artist in Japan, capable of bringing billions of yen in revenue to whichever publishing house he chose.

Listening to every word Jing Mo said reminded Feng Yong of the helplessness and pain Feng Wangye had felt when they were in conflict.

Yi Er San suddenly lunged toward Zhou You, catching Chen Dongyu off guard and nearly dragging him to the ground.

Next was repainting the outer gatehouse and the interior of the house, replacing the paper on the windows, and repairing or replacing broken tables, chairs, bowls, and chopsticks. These tasks were relatively simple.

Watching Ke Xinya’s face twist in anger, Ji Shuyao seemed to be in high spirits. After giving Zhong Huiteng a meaningful look, she turned to look at Ke Xinya with a smile, completely unbothered that her identity had been discovered.

Yet this young girl, with her frail body and insignificant cultivation, stood before Mo Fei, facing great gods who could easily take her life.

Conversely, the Prince of Equal Rank was much easier to control—loyal to the monarch and patriotic, with significant prestige in the military. Wei Huaqing’s claim was somewhat illegitimate, and the presence of the Prince of Equal Rank served to compensate for that.

"Captain Bai, do you think we should discuss this cult?" Wang Bin asked.

He had once received help from Uncle De, who had brought him a bowl of steaming egg-fried rice back when he was penniless and famished.