Chapter 50: Now I am a wealthy tycoon too (Part 2)

Pinching that corner, he flipped it up and down a few times. Seeing that it was finally more or less smooth, Yun Jingyang finally felt a sense of relief inside.

Only then did he pull the document out from inside, not taking it too seriously at first.

However, upon seeing the full view of the official text, he stood there completely stunned.

That massive project of the Yun family, into which they had poured billions, had suddenly been subjected to a crackdown, resulting in catastrophic losses.

They had sought out numerous people to pull strings and clear the path, but all of them had...

As for Ling Lu's wife, Su Han truly had no intention of finishing her off along with him; leaving her to taste the depths of endless torment was the only way to alleviate the hatred festering in Su Han's heart.

With that, Yan Feng immediately dialed Zhou Yun's number. This time, he let it ring for a long, long time—so long that just as he thought Zhou Yun was not going to answer his call at all, the line finally connected.

Following his subordinate's hand gestures, the scattered grains of dust slowly converged toward the center, continuously condensing until they transformed into a spherical shape composed of golden sand.

Yet, within the Six Realms, who could possibly escape the palm of the Divine Venerable? Coupled with the divine throne and power he had obtained through painstaking efforts, now on the verge of vanishing into thin air, Youye was unwilling to accept this fate.

Of course, the reason for his hesitation was that while these resources seemed abundant, they were still far from enough for the two money-swallowing beasts he had to feed.

Zhu Rong possessed dual talents, but "Beast Spirit Whisper" could only be considered an auxiliary talent, suitable for gathering wealth in the early stages, though it had become somewhat redundant at this current stage. What was entirely sustaining Zhu Rong now was his second talent, the Fire Spirit Body, or rather, his now-ascended God of Fire physique.

"Since that Wan Yun is dead, have you found anything on him?" Meng Xuanji's gaze burned brightly, appearing somewhat eager.

Xuan Yue nodded. "Good, we shall go and attend to this right away." With those words, she led the celestial soldiers and generals away in a mighty and imposing procession.

The moment Chen Lei bent over, the newcomer did not give up the attack; swinging his foot from bottom to up, he delivered a sharp stomp. Su Han saw it clearly—Chen Lei's nosebleed instantly gushed out, and clutching his nose, tears welled up in his eyes.

Su Han pondered for a long time, dimly beginning to grasp the meaning of the Light of the Other Shore. Sensing that he had almost fully comprehended it, he slowly opened his eyes.

Su Ruoyao's cell phone ringtone came right on time to bail Zheng Yanzhong out of his predicament; he could finally catch his breath.

Song Sanniang was berated until her head spun, and how could she dare to block them any longer? Once she retreated, only Leng Ji remained standing in their way.

Beneath a steep cliff, nestled within a snow-white ravine, lay a triangular black opening like a drop of spilled ink on traditional rice paper, shattering the harmony of the landscape.

However, the lack of defense mentioned by Xu Renguang only referred to the absence of mutual cover, not an abandonment of defense altogether. What he needed to do now was to guard Shan Shuren well and then pour all his efforts into his own offense.

"Second Brother, matters are urgent and brooks no delay. I shall discuss it with you another time." Having said that, Cheng Yanyuan hurried off.

Although Su Mu's physical body was extremely formidable, he did not want to expose this to the two of them just yet. Even under compulsion, Su Mu lacked the bravado to engage in a contest of sheer physical indestructibility.

He wanted to use the freedom and fearlessness brought by this demonic state to hold her close and spin her around, smiling at her, and before he reverted to his usual icy self, no matter how many onlookers surrounded them, he never wanted it to stop.

"What kind of deal do you want to make?" Yan Na asked nervously as she looked at those men in black.

Ever since his recovery, Jilie had not engaged in a real, serious fight. Instead, Ying Lei's frankness abruptly stirred up his own competitive spirit.

Half-doubtful, the First Madam asked again, "Does he have any family property? Surely he cannot continue living at your aunt's house after marrying Yunniang." If Yunniang were to marry into a situation where she would be mistreated by the aunt, she would rather she not marry at all.

With a chairman like Hui'an who stubbornly insisted on "lavishly raising" her, coupled with her position of having practically the final say at Bogu Hall, time naturally posed no problem. She would always proactively make up for any work she had fallen behind on.