Volume 1, Chapter 48: I Am the Capital Tycoon (2)

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This meant their trip into the Immortal Space was entirely in vain, leaving them with expressions of despair and heartache.

Old Madam Bai and several elders were awakened in the dead of night. Bai Yichen had gone to the Nie family to pick someone up without consulting anyone; had the aviation management not notified them, they would have remained completely in the dark.

Qin Zijiang grew anxious as well, preparing to argue with Fang Junjie. Yet, in Lin Ye's eyes, this was deeply touching. He had never expected that Qin Zijiang would genuinely care about him so much, standing up to Fang Junjie and arguing with reason for his sake.

Neither Qin Qian nor Qin Jue interrupted him, watching as he spoke and gestured enthusiastically, completely engrossed, radiant with joy and happiness.

As soon as Zhu Houzhao finished speaking, four Embroidered Uniform Guards seized Chen Yuanren and Censor Zheng together, dragging them toward an open space nearby.

As the administrators of Ming Dynasty society, Emperor Zhu Houzhao and his court naturally had to use their governing power to guide the flow of private wealth in the right direction, preventing the populace from excessively pursuing hedonism and losing their foundational aspirations, while also stopping certain religions from expanding through such opportunities or triggering extreme incidents.

Liao Weiguo glared fiercely. Until the ledger is in our hands, we cannot lower our guard for even a second. We sent Black Wolf to steal the ledger yesterday, but there has been no word from him since. Where on earth has he gone?

Su Can's anger had yet to subside, and feeling his insults were not satisfying enough, he prepared to launch into another furious tirade. Instead, he suddenly felt dizzy, his entire body draining of strength. Before he could finish a single sentence, he rolled his eyes and, with utter reluctance, slowly collapsed to the ground.

After all, border incursions by the Tatars were major military matters, and submitting urgent memorials to the imperial presence was standard procedure.

Yet, back when Jiuge maintained an unbroken winning streak without stopping, people began to feel something was amiss.

Regarding the future of weaponry, Tesla had his own ideas. Of course, he was unaware that his speculation at this moment aligned with the future trajectory of weapon development, save for the fact that the technology of the present day was far too primitive.

Having finished eating the apple, Yang Huai collected his thoughts. Tomorrow, before heading home, he would first go to the Mountain Swallow Cargo Station to repay his debt. The docks were fine as well; as long as he remained in the county town, he would have time to investigate what was truly going on at the pawnshop.

Therefore... this time, they had no choice but to step forward and emphasize the situation, lest Wang Zhenqiu act rashly and pull some stunt that would shatter the newly established friendly relations between both sides.

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Inside the hall were several prominent figures, such as Zhai Jiao and Shen Luoyan of the Wagang Zhai as seen previously, Nie Jing of the Pengliang Association, and Liang Zhi, the chief steward of Pegasus Ranch, not to mention the uncle and nephew duo, Song Lu and Song Shidao.

Agreeing to seemingly impossible conditions solely to keep his petite disciple.

Secondly, he always felt that the two fellows behind him were rather peculiar. If they truly possessed first-rate destinies, how could it possibly be this simple?

No debate was needed, let alone any sophistry; the mere mention of that scum of Quanhxing caused Xu Si to fall instantly silent.

Zhu Yonghe and Sui Changsheng directed the members of the security corps to extinguish the fire. Old Sun, clad in a mink fur coat and a mink fur hat, stood upon a large boulder not far away, silently watching everything before him as Huzi walked up to him.

Yet just as Mo Yunchuan turned around, preparing to leave, the door behind him suddenly opened, and a pair of arms wrapped tightly around Mo Yunchuan from behind.

However, since he could no longer take action against Ye Yan, there was nothing wrong with venting his frustrations on those close to him whom he cared about, thereby avenging his grandson.

Because there were many places where rail transit could not be built, public carriages could reach a vast number of destinations if established. In fact, safe public carriage services had already been established in Gold Wheat City.

Zagu moved abruptly, catching the unprepared Friedrich off balance and causing him to tumble backward into his chair.

Chen Xiao reached out, his eagle-claw-like talons directly shattering the Buddhist character handprint of Monk Zhemingshan. His entire figure lunged forward to arrive directly before the monk, yet upon reaching him, Chen Xiao instantly converted his claw into a palm, striking Monk Zhemingshan squarely in the chest with a loud bang.

They never imagined that coming to this place would allow them to live better lives than before, or that the lifestyles they were accustomed to would be altered; deep within themselves, a primal fear took root.

The massive blue head vanished into the misty shadows almost simultaneously, and in the next second, an elder dressed in green robes with green hair and a green beard abruptly appeared before the middle-aged man in black, shouting loudly.

Cheng Yiming nodded slightly, which counted as a greeting, yet his gaze remained fixed on Chen Jing beside him. The words "Are you alright?" rose to his lips, only to be swallowed back down.

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Liang Xian looked at the old conservative below, his anger finding no outlet. This old conservative had always cared only for ritual and propriety while ignoring everything else! Because he was stubbornly unique; back in the day, even the late emperor would detour around him.

In the past, she only spent half an hour moving about in the sky, but she had deliberately risen early, venturing into the heavens while the sky was still dim to search.

Qian Ruqun's legs suddenly began to tremble; she was nervous. She had thought her habit of panicking right before events had been cured! To her surprise, it had flared up once again.

A vortex was faintly beginning to gather around Yang Yi. This was a phenomenon automatically generated during his comprehension of the wind element, something even Yang Yi himself could not control.

Naturally, experts with abundant fortunes or astonishing divine abilities would also keep a few ordinary magic treasures as backups. Yet to expel dozens of flying swords in a single breath and control them with absolute ease—the difficulty of such a feat could well be imagined. Ma Tiancheng, the foremost expert among the third generation of the Southern Sect, finally came to fully comprehend the weight contained within that title.

"This piece of jade is named Cold Heaven, and it is something I obtained only after exerting myself to the utmost..." Ling Tian's gaze shifted from the scenery of the East Emperor Mountain to Yuan Qiao, his face brimming with arrogance.

Zhou Minhao sprang to his feet, his complexion still retaining an unnatural flush while his heart churned with irritation. How long had it been since such a thing last occurred?

Everyone knew Zhou Minhao placed great emphasis on strict rules, so they all kept their heads lowered at this moment, staring at the square floor tiles beneath their feet, walking forward with their gaze directed downward from the corners of their eyes. Consequently, none of them noticed the unusual flush on Zhou Minhao's face.

The Wish spell was relatively simpler compared to the Permanent Polymorph spell since it was merely a ninth-tier magic. However, outsiders could not cast ninth-tier magic on the Deserted Island, while those within the Deserted Island considered even legion mages to be rare, let alone figures of the Grand Mage caliber.

"It is not that this servant kept it hidden, it is truly... this matter was only told to me by my mother yesterday. My mother knows how busy our estate is, and she likely had no other choice left, forcing her to come and ask for my help," Ruier lowered her eyelashes, saying with an embarrassed expression.

The reason was precisely what Fols had mentioned: the old man had practiced magic his entire life, and telling him now that he had taken the wrong path offered no guarantee of how the old man might react.

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