Volume One, Chapter 30: Setting Off Back to the Sect

"I have yet to achieve a single merit; internally, I am unable to command administrative affairs, and externally, I am incapable of leading troops in battle." An Jing felt a profound sense of powerlessness regarding everything the future might hold.

As they spoke, Song Lin brought over the silver he had prepared for Zheng Xi.

Even he, accustomed to all manner of strange occurrences and usually possessing a tranquil heart, was stunned by Su Mo's words.

Upon taking charge of the Tea Mountain Management Committee, Ren Pingsheng conducted a meticulous investigation of the development zone, both overtly and covertly. He was well-versed in the current state of the four polluting enterprises.

An excited Fan Shaozeng roared, ordering his command post to move forward once again. Leading his four brigades, he simultaneously called for the 66th Army artillery regiment to extend their fire toward the northeast, while dragging the captured Japanese Type 92 infantry guns and curved-fire mortars to chase down the enemy, launching a fierce assault on the Japanese third line of defense.

However, An Jing did not give up. Since she had already formed a suspicion, she was determined to crack the code.

Xia Xueqing gave a bitter smile. What was she thinking? How could such lyrics possibly be written by Su Mo?

Because there was no one left in the Wu residence to oversee matters, An Jing moved about the house with even greater freedom—especially since the master of the house was still weeping uncontrollably in the main hall.

As for the fact that Zheng Xi had married Qian Ye, he was, of course, aware of it. But since it was Qian Ye who had driven him out of the capital, he hated him as well, even to the point of irrationality.

Once she had tidied up and gone downstairs, she saw that her mother had already prepared breakfast: shrimp dumplings and rice noodle rolls—all her favorites.

However, the temptation of causing Xiao Wuyan to lose an arm was something Xiao Wuxin felt she could still consider.

"Manager Cui, it isn't what you think..." Zhao Haiyi stammered, unable to concoct a plausible excuse on the spot.

Just as Xiao Wuxin’s mind was in turmoil, she did not realize that a certain being watching all this from within the chaos space had its hair standing on end, frozen stiff in place.

They had indeed always found it very strange why the Emperor hated the practice of burial sacrifices so much; could this be the reason?

Su Yexan’s eyes were filled with shock. Although the ten-thousand-foot-tall giant’s eyes were closed and no aura emanated from him, Su Yexan felt that he was still alive.

The patterns of the killing array were disintegrated, and the Wei Demon Emperor finally seized Luo Zi and Ban Yu, tossing them into the void.

Living beings were rare in the Northern Plains, as only those possessing the Ice Bloodline could survive in that harsh environment.

The Great Sage before them was capable of refining such sand using the body of an Immortal Venerable; his status within the Gao family could be considered quite high.

Although there was no evidence, everyone could see that he was the same kind of person as Shi Potian.

Seeing both men with blood on their mouths and bruised faces—and watching as Fu Jingyan, in a fit of rage, grabbed a wine bottle to strike Han Junyu’s forehead—Su Mianmian could no longer worry about anything else and rushed directly between the two.

Fortunately, it was Su Mianmian's turn to lose next. Her alcohol tolerance was poor, so she had no choice but to opt for Truth or Dare.

With matters having reached this point, Xu Minghui had no other tricks up his sleeve, so he nodded repeatedly. At that moment, the green light turned on, and we drove forward once again.

"Are you hoping she dies so that the eldest son can elevate your status?" the Old Madam said, so angry that she reached out to pinch Concubine Ding.

Therefore, only when social productivity has developed to a certain degree and a socialist system is implemented can the lives and property of commoners be greatly secured. However, Li Ling would not promote this system now, because in this era—and even until modern times, outside of a few developed countries—productivity had not yet been greatly improved.

She raised her head to look at the man before her, only then discovering that deep within the young master’s dark, fathomless eyes, a raging flame was flickering.

Yes, I am gambling. I am gambling on how much guilt Huang Simin feels for me, and whether it is enough to make her extend a helping hand.

The Peerless God King’s sword intent was too overbearing. Though not yet formed into a manual, it already belonged to the realm of divine arts. Even those with extraordinary talent, without overbearing cultivation or the God King’s realm of looking down upon the world, could never comprehend a shred of it.

"Why won't you believe me? I really am your future unborn son. It happened like this..." Li Ling recounted his encounter in the Langhuan Jade Cave of Mount Wuliang.

The text message just now had been sent by a private investigator; it included Mengmeng’s background and the private lives of Su Mianmian and Han Junyu over the past three years.

He knew there were no pursuers behind him; those students, who were comparable to special forces, were not in hot pursuit, and the monster that had kept calling "Brother, Brother" was dead. Yet, for some reason, he could not stop his feet; something invisible and intangible seemed to be haunting his every step.

There were still three trials remaining, and he was curious to see how much stronger he could become in this round.

"No, it's just two handguns. I just went to retrieve the pistols air-dropped from Sector 1." Gao Chuan carried two heavy suitcases in his hands.

Takizawa Lola leaned back slowly, a look of profound embarrassment frozen on her face. At that moment, she closed her eyes, hugged her shoulders with both hands, and began to fall vertically from the rooftop toward the three-hundred-meter abyss below.

Yet the more they behaved this way, the less efficient their escape became. In just a few breaths of time, practically no one was able to successfully flee the vicinity of Boge Town.

Although Yao Jingjing was worried about Sergei’s health, she did not intend to go up and dissuade him; after all, it would hurt his pride. But seeing Sergei drinking glass after glass without restraint, she panicked. Ignoring everything else, she immediately stood up and walked over.

She frowned slightly, her hands forming seals as she channeled her internal energy to form a shield, continuously testing the elemental energy surrounding her body.