Has this failed once again?

Through the detailed information they gathered, the investment firm analysts concluded that Lu Yu was a man of extraordinary willpower.

Achieving success at a young age, he remarkably displayed no signs of unruly behavior and lived a quiet, secluded life in his daily routine.

If not for the presence of two young girls by his side, which offered a slight glimpse of youthful absurdity, the rest of his lifestyle entirely mirrored that of a man in his seventies or eighties.

Since he had already decided against taking the company public, changing his mind would likely prove quite difficult.

Over the past few days, although she no longer had to do the laundry, Ai Yaying had come to the kitchen to help out, yet she still suffered a few pranks.

Easily dodging the tongue flicks of two lizards and maintaining a safe distance, she watched a close-range fire-breathing performance by the lizards, and her mood began to relax.

Today was once again the time for splitting firewood. The axe in Yuan Xing's hands was wielded with such vigor and wind-whipping force that it felt as though, if he were punished for a bit longer, he might just invent an entirely new axe technique of his own.

"Tell me, is there really any need to perform another autopsy?" Deng Tundi asked, full of confusion. The others present also turned their gazes toward him.

Since they were resorting to crossbows, it meant they were fully prepared not to let a single one of them escape.

"Amitabha." Yuan Xing was momentarily stunned, then hurriedly chanted a Buddhist greeting and stepped forward. This monk was actually a head taller than Yuan Xing. He wore no kasaya, only a yellow monastic robe clinging tightly to his muscular frame. His shoes and the hem of his robe were torn in several places, and he looked thoroughly travel-worn.

Killing two monsters right in front of their guardian, even if they were just ordinary ones, still brought Wang Mo considerable joy.

Having chatted with the bigwig Diqing before, Wang Mo realized he had been completely trapped by his own mindset, causing the information he received to require a period of digestion before his brain would process it.

The warhorse collapsed with a pitiful whinny. The disoriented knight on its back had just tried to scramble to his feet when he was hacked to death by the indiscriminate blades of the Red Turban Army.

The resurrection of the God-Emperor of Corpses was undoubtedly a major event, and his return would inevitably bring about turmoil.

Consequently, the only ones injured were at the elder level, while the rest with weaker cultivation bases were completely fine. It wasn't that they lacked courage, but going out would simply be seeking death. Facing so many powerhouses, going out was meaningless; they wouldn't even qualify as cannon fodder.

"This thing can even pick open your palace? As far as I know, that was personally set up by the Heavenly Emperor of Awakening..." the Canglong Heavenly Emperor asked with some surprise.

Walking as they talked, the army had already arrived ten miles outside Qingzhou. Wang Lun led the Liangshan forces to set up camp, while Chao Gai did not disturb them and went off to find Song Jiang's grand camp instead.

Raising his head, he looked at Lian'er standing behind Princess Iron Fan. The girl's face was flushed with shyness, and she couldn't even raise her head.

However, before he could make a move, four mountain-like figures appeared within his line of sight, landing atop various rooftops to block their path.

When he entered the secret treasury, Jiang Chen was still ranked in the nineties—though because Liu Shayang had concealed his cultivation realm, his actual ranking should have been much higher.

These high-ranking Qing court officials failed to catch their attention, but a middle-aged Confucian scholar in the middle, wearing civilian clothes and a square scholar's cap, left them quite astonished.

The Lantern-Bearing Ancient Buddha stopped at the point of mutual understanding and asked no further. Firstly, Buddhism forbids greed; secondly, Buddhism had already acquired the long-lost Bliss Engine, and it was time to be content.

As long as Wang Feng's game remained a hit, he would be able to freely control the capital pouring into the game.

"The Marquis of Wei is indeed in a position where his hands are tied, but right now, everything is still shrouded in fog, and all matters have only just begun. Even if the Marquis sees his own plight clearly, what can he do?

However, men who lusted after Isabelle's beauty were a different story. Among them were many young, promising, and successful individuals—outstanding disciples, enforcers, and elders from various major sects, and even sect masters and leaders. If these old veterans were to treat Zhou Xingrong as a thorn in their side, wouldn't he panic?