Chapter 99: The True Financial Empire

Yan Changlan always acted in step with Ye Shu’s movements and therefore spoke little, remaining quietly by the side.

After the visitors departed, Ge Yuanfeng and Ruan Hongyi nestled together, carefully reading the letter in its entirety.

Watching Zhou Zekai helplessly restrained by her grip, Tang Bingyu’s cheeks flushed with a shy smile, a bit foolishly, leaving Zhou Zekai utterly powerless, forced to endure her drunken antics.

Of course, the Three-Eyed Thunder Eagle had already absorbed some of the spirit stones’ energy. Not all the stones still brimmed with power; many had been drained substantially, leaving only a few fully energized.

A thought stirred in her heart as she touched her clothes and the ornaments on her head. Suddenly, she realized: if items inside the space could be taken out, might she also bring things in?

After settling her mother’s affairs, Su Erhu resolved to take Su Tian to the Candle Martial Hall. Thanks to Granny Xinghua’s repeated attempts to stop them, she finally intercepted them ten miles outside the village along a mountain path.

It was precisely because of this that it became evident her sister seemed quite intent on letting them know that exchanging items posed no danger.

This mission was merely to assist the upper three sects in defense. In truth, the Golden Fist Sect harbored no grudge against the Xue family. Thus, doing their best was sufficient; there was no need to overexert.

In the past, concealing one’s whereabouts was no challenge for Gu Yiming. But now, with the Gu family’s vigor severely depleted and their unity dissolved like scattered monkeys when a tree falls, the task had become difficult.

A warrior capable of coming and going freely and whose strength rivaled that of a Martial Saint, if single-mindedly intent on opposing Great Shu, would be a catastrophe.

Given the current grave situation, attempting to maneuver and gain entry into the Fenglu Hall with legitimate cause was nothing short of a fantasy. A few days prior, he had already begun privately analyzing the hall’s protective spells.

Yet before Gong Qi and the others, Chu Yan chose not to say much, shooting Chen Bahuang a sharp glance before flying ahead.

Saying that Mingyuan provoked him and that he must kill him is somewhat one-sided.

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Though Luoxuan City had just endured a great calamity, it remained the largest city within a thousand miles.

The young man’s appearance and his earlier vague claims made him hard to trust. But his calm composure and coherent words left no room for doubt.

While this matter brought no harm to the Qin state or King Qin, it offered no benefit either. Had Cai Ze been in Xianyang, he would never have allowed the foolish alliance of the incompetent ruler Zi Chu and treacherous minister Lin Zhi to waste manpower and resources on such a “laughable” folly.

After all, in terms of tactics, he still had many trump cards unused. In close combat, even facing Ni Sheng, he was confident in his ability to hold his own.

Time passed unknowingly until finally, amidst a tumultuous quake and roar, the giant dragon Yang Ning had struck with a single sword crashed to the ground.

Hearing the Blackstone Clan leader’s words, he couldn’t help but laugh. He considered himself a genuine cultivator; what use would he have for their flesh and blood souls?

Just one day prior, a boy wearing black-rimmed glasses, looking no older than twenty and calling himself “Doctor,” had done something that completely overturned their understanding.

When he handed her a cup of water but deliberately knocked it away, Ye Qianchong was sharp enough to sense the intent behind the act, though she did not question it at the time.

Night Moxing had just arrived at the Mo family when he saw Mo Yang waiting at the gate. Under the sunlight, the once bright youth now bore a stubbled face, deep dark circles, and an aura of desolation.

Qin Feng’s heart moved, a sudden thought rising unbidden. A smile curled at his lips, while within the Golden Cudgel space, Ade involuntarily shuddered—though he knew nothing of Qin Feng’s new plan.

“What method?” Qin Feng pressed, anxious to return home, especially after confirming his feelings for Yuan Han.

Liang Qingchan told the guard that she was a graduate wanting to visit her teacher and, since it was the weekend, the guard let her in without objection.

Others turned to look at her, their gazes tinged with disbelief, as if she were a fool. Tang Jing realized this and awkwardly lowered her hands.

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Upon Li Jingyi’s return, the nanny immediately brought out several dishes, selecting only those she loved.

Satisfied, she returned to the bedroom, where Han Yu still held her close, his sporadic kisses barely ceasing, as if he were caressing her from head to toe.

In 1737, the court painter Lemoyne completed his final canvas.

Perhaps it was out of kindness to Kuabo Zhao—how could one bargain for a hundred taels? Merchants, slaves, and goods were hardly different.

“All right, Glow Brother, I beg you, I won’t laugh anymore!” Lin Ziyan gritted her teeth, struggling to keep from bursting out laughing.

As the crowd grew, Guo Songye could no longer stay still; feeling his strength nearly restored, he opened his eyes. Seeing the onlookers gazing at him with envy, he was puzzled—what was going on?

Upon hearing Ye Zang’s words, Sasuke dared not relax and immediately activated his Sharingan. Unlike the original story, three tomoe rotated within his crimson eyes.

Along the way, taking in the familiar scenery, Fan Yin’s eyes slowly blurred. He blamed himself for his cowardice in fleeing, unable to protect even his own kin. Did he still deserve to be called a man? Self-reproach gnawed at his heart.

Only when the group’s figures and gunfire faded into the distance did the guide rise from the ground, brushing off the dirt as he spoke.

That self-contained immortal realm carried an overwhelmingly powerful aura, rolling thunder and stormy winds crushing down upon them.