Chapter 126: Mandated by Heaven, Prosperity Endures Forever

I looked at the man surnamed Sun and shook my head gently. "Brother Sun, if it weren't for the fact that you are my guest, I wouldn't have bothered with what just happened. It's not that I don't want to help, but I simply don't have the capability. You've asked the wrong person." With that, I turned away from the bar and headed toward the back.

Upon hearing this, Wu Chunyu burst into laughter. He knew Zhang Buque, and having heard similar stories from him in past conversations, he immediately understood what was going on.

"Alright, with your word, I can rest easy." Li Qian nodded with a smile. Zhang Buque chuckled nonchalantly; if the studio could cultivate some new talent, he would have a much easier time—after all, he was a boss now.

"Now, my dear lady, could you please calm down?" I said, pulling Cen Si down onto the sofa. Then, I shamelessly began pouring her water and fawning over her.

While practicing in the Sovereign Realm, several Spirit-Transformation Realm elders sat with the Sect Master in the Ding-Tian Hall. They all wore grave expressions, remaining silent. After a long while, seemingly unable to bear the atmosphere any longer, Bai Mo raised his head and looked at Zhu Tian to speak.

Li Zimu sighed helplessly shortly after they began their descent. It seemed the next few thousand meters would not be a peaceful journey.

The entire Fritz-Walter Stadium was still ringing with relentless jeers, just as the injury time was ticking down to the final minute and second.

The president of the University Club had no way to voice his grievances. His opponents were professional players who had undergone formal training and had even learned things inaccessible to ordinary people.

During the surgery, Ye Li drifted into unconsciousness at one point, feeling as if her blood were a bursting levee, rushing out of her body in a desperate scramble. When she finally woke up, it was days later. Her condition was critical, and she could only lie in the hospital bed, hooked up to a continuous IV drip.

Ye Li remained silent, but she could no longer control her tears. They fell in large drops onto Liu Tianqing’s trousers, making a rhythmic pattering sound.

"Huh?" Gloria’s previous words were fine, but why did she know that Totori could sing?

Bai Ying smiled slyly, revealing a row of white, pearly teeth. She said with a grin, "Since we can't strike a deal, I’m afraid I’ll have to kill you!" The moment the word "you" left her lips, Xiao Ming sensed that something was wrong.

The word "unfair" struck at the heart of Venerable Yunlan like a boulder. Yes, it was precisely because of this word that everything today had come to pass. It was because of this word that he had chosen to compromise time and time again, even though he had never explicitly uttered it.

Behind the ambiguously defined information desk stood a wall carved with reliefs. Anyone familiar with Roman history would recognize the subject at a glance, as it clearly depicted Augustus, the Father of the Empire, delivering a speech to the populace. Neatly arranged rows of indoor bonsai plants sat beneath the relief, accentuating the sculpture and lending the space a unique, elegant style.

During the break, the teacher took a headcount of the students who had brought their own lunch, informed everyone to bring five yuan for warm meals the next day, and then hurried away.

This sudden call to action left many soldiers who were preparing to surrender their weapons feeling lost and hesitant.

"Sir! Major Daniel is ordering us to retreat immediately!" the helicopter co-pilot shouted, turning around.

"Sister Qingqing inside is ill, and I'm very worried. Could you go and watch over her for me?" Gao Moha coaxed, intending to send Xia'er away.

Zhang Lihua looked troubled. She glanced at Xiao Ming, biting her lip as if engaged in a fierce internal struggle. "What? Did you not hear what I said?" Lu Jianfeng’s tone was filled with dissatisfaction.

The exhausted fleet found rest on the island and, for the first time, obtained relatively complete information about the eastern realms. The continent they had reached was known as Shen-Du, ruled at that time by the Gupta Empire, while the Seres Kingdom, which produced the "brilliant sunrise" silk, lay even further to the east of Shen-Du.

The experts took a closer look, and sure enough, the agarwood was not only fake but a very poor-quality imitation; one could even see a five-millimeter-wide crack on it. It was undoubtedly a fake.

This mysterious, terrifying terrorist organization had actually spread throughout Eastern Europe and was already expanding into Asia and Western Europe.

—It must have been assimilated by this world, becoming a form of magic. To obtain this power latent within the body, a great deal of research would be required.

Beyond the thousand people in the main hall, there were over a dozen VIP boxes on the floors above the second level of the auction hall.

The summary provided by the Second Seat was practically nonsense. On this continent, besides a Magic Operator, who else possessed the power to slice a train nearly a hundred meters long in half?

Perhaps because he had unexpectedly met a fellow countryman in a foreign land, the man’s gaze toward Xiao Feng softened, losing some of its coldness.

With a phantom-like ripple, a figure identical to her own gradually emerged from the shadows, becoming clear.

"To think someone with such meager strength would try to occupy such a strategic location—it’s nothing but a death wish!" After killing the person, the Old Immortal Wei-Wo embraced the Fire Phoenix and took over the victim’s territory. The Fire Phoenix smiled like a blooming flower, appearing quite infatuated with the Old Immortal Wei-Wo.

The moment Zhao Yi and his companions stepped into the spatial wormhole, their vision suddenly went black, and their bodies experienced a momentary sensation of weightlessness. However, this feeling dissipated as quickly as it had arrived, and shortly after, a strange spatial tunnel appeared before their eyes.