Chapter 49: A Dream of Millet

That night was pitch black, accompanied by a torrential downpour, and there were barely any people on the road.

Yet the car behind kept flashing its high beams, and as it took a turn, the brakes failed, crashing straight into the roadside barrier.

The moment before the explosion, her mother pushed her out of harm's way, and she was knocked unconscious by the blast wave.

Before losing consciousness, she caught sight of a figure, whose outline was now gradually becoming clear.

It turned out to be Gu Zhiyuan...

The instant her memories returned, Qiao Weiwei broke out in a cold sweat.

The moment Shui Lulu saw the massive crowd of reporters, her spirits instantly soared. Waving and greeting them with a bright smile, she swayed her voluptuous hips as she walked into the venue.

The relationship between Cai Qingming and Liu Hai was simply that of a pure and precious master and disciple. No matter how much importance Cai Qingming attached to Liu Hai, he would never have handed over the Cai family's heirloom to him just like that.

"Are you insulting our intelligence? You don't need to give up anything at all—you're completely trying to get something for nothing with empty hands!" Jiaye shouted angrily once again after hearing this.

Leng Feng and Magic Blade bowed and retreated with their clansmen. They had obtained numerous crystal coins and a substantial amount of food and medicine from Zhang Zhen. These impoverished wanderers were now living affluent lives, so upon hearing that Zhang Zhen intended to hunt down Soul Controllers, even though it was a taboo for their tribe, they still hesitated not at all in dispatching their strongest lineup.

Shen Ninger nodded and, following the other's instructions, dropped a bead of blood from her fingertip into the central hole of the circular magnetic disk.

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed from outside the door, accompanied by the shrieks of countless ghosts. The piercing sounds caused Ye Chen to furrow his brow slightly. What on earth had happened? Why would these wandering souls howl in such a manner?

Since we have already come to see humans and all things in the universe as one integrated whole—as the Dao itself—what arguments and opinions could we possibly hold toward one another? What need is there then for Confucianism, Mohism, or the Hundred Schools of Thought?

A burst of laughter rippled through the entire studio; the nomination for the Nobel Prize had truly come at the most opportune time.

Thank goodness! Qing'er had only torn the fabric on Zhuang Zhou's shoulder, inflicting nothing more than a superficial flesh wound. Otherwise, he would have regretted it to his dying day.

At present, it remained unknown what kind of perils were still lurking within this Martial Immortal grotto-heaven, awaiting Liu Hai.

"They are requesting that Huaxia dispatch troops to Joseon, and the price they offer is a willingness to submit to Huaxia, becoming a vassal state and paying annual tribute," Yan Fu stated.

"Yes, it is both destruction and rebirth." Master Shixin actually described the immediate plight of Shaolin as total destruction, which showed just how deeply disappointed he truly was.

Accompanied by a heaven-shaking crash, the big uncle was actually sent flying straight back by Kasan along the exact same path of impact, rebounding backward through the air. Yet Kasan had not fared well either; the immense force of the collision sent him stumbling backward in a flurry of uncoordinated steps.

Sun Qiang and Zhao Jun turned pale with shock. While many people could split a brick with a single palm strike, shattering solid stones required a high degree of technical skill.

The total troop strength reached a staggering twenty thousand, with all personnel meticulously selected from the navy, army, and air force—truly the elite of the elites. The division headquarters was also stationed in the Guanghan Military Region, close to the disputed waters of the South China Sea.

The stats of this piece of equipment were simply too formidable, which explained why Zhuo Yifan was so thrilled. This gear had actually triggered a stat growth, and the shift in tier had brought about a qualitative leap in its attributes. Without another word, Zhuo Yifan directly equipped the Banaji Robe and brought up his character stat sheet.

There was simply no one worthy of making Jiang Hua take a step back. Furthermore, this was fair competition; words like bullying simply did not apply here.

I had matters to attend to and just returned today, so I will post two chapters tomorrow to make up for today! My apologies, I work a regular job and have no backlog of chapters saved... Beyond that, I have nothing more to say.

Zhuo Yifan was in no rush to attack his opponent; before unleashing Blazing Flame, he first cast Moonlit Contemplation upon the enemy.

However, as the health points of the composite monster represented by Singya dwindled lower and lower, the situation finally began to change. After Singya unleashed three ultimate abilities in succession to slaughter over thirty soldiers, his entire body began to glow with a golden light.