Volume 1, Chapter 41: The Fall of the Power Clan, Just for a Red Envelope Higher Than a Pillow

Half an hour later.

In a huge valley on the outskirts of the Heaven Dou Empire, voices buzzed with activity. This was precisely the place where the Power Clan resided.

The members of the Power Clan were carrying out their daily forging work in an orderly manner.

Nearly every household was filled with skilled blacksmiths. The scorching furnace fires illuminated the entire valley, with sparks flying in all directions. The crisp, rhythmic sounds of hammering echoed endlessly. Every member of the clan was robust and strong, living and working in peace and contentment, painting a picture of absolute harmony.

Titan, the patriarch of the Power Clan, had accompanied Tang San to the Swift Clan, leaving the clan temporarily without its leader, who were under the interim stewardship of Tai Nuo and Tai Long.

Yet, at this very moment, they were completely unaware that a catastrophic disaster was quietly descending upon them.

Nine...

Ever since the semester began nearly a month ago, she had only interacted with He Jin up close a single time, which was at the dinner party He Jin had treated them to. Moreover, that had been in the company of that person named Fang Xiangxiang.

After all, in this day and age, vintage cars were extreme rarities, and anyone capable of driving one on the road was undoubtedly a super-rich tycoon.

Upon hearing this, Yinzhen thought there was a chance. Here was a chivalrous swordsman whose opposition to the Qing Dynasty wasn't entirely thorough, and who still held hope for the emergence of an enlightened ruler. In that case! He simply had to reform him. One must remember that Yinzhen, hailing directly from the imperial palace, possessed an exceptionally high level of political theory. He thought to himself: Dazzling and swaying a swordsman like this was as easy as opening one's mouth.

He simply could not accept that someone he utterly looked down upon and regarded as a mere ant could actually possess the same heaven-defying talent as himself.

"What kind of resources?" There was more than one pair of ears pricked up at the scene, though apart from Tianxiu, everyone else was desperately trying to minimize their own presence.

Stepping inside, one could see a pot placed upon a low table, containing a chaotic stew of various ingredients: the unchanging combination of pork ribs, mutton, and beef, enoki mushrooms, white radishes, shiitake mushrooms, tofu, and Chinese cabbage. Whether it was out of laziness or because doing so truly made it taste exceptionally good, a grand mixed stew was precisely this kind of culinary creation.

This was something Ye Tian had taught her when they were on their way here; otherwise, she wouldn't have even known what instant noodles were.

It was only at this moment that Sachiko Yamamura truly realized what kind of existence she was in the eyes of the one and only.

Over the past two or three years, interruptions from suspicious individuals were naturally inevitable, and many matched the characteristics of the God Chosen Ones. However, none of the intruders possessed formidable martial arts skills, and they were all swiftly eliminated by those crimson-robed and azure-robed guards.

Just as the pillar of purple light emitted by the Spirit-Testing Mirror pierced through the grand protective array of the Heavenly Spring Sect, inside several of the sect's main halls, five figures who had been meditating suddenly opened their eyes.

At this juncture, Lu Li, an innocent bystander, was not far away, wedged inside a buffer magnetic cushion and trembling all over. Although she was now safe, she still couldn't manage to stand up, evidently frightened out of her wits.

The innate talents and physiques of these people would become nourishment for the younger generation of the Daoist Alliance and the followers surrounding Zhou Xuantong.

Even with just a single night, Zhang Hongfan would be able to stabilize his troop's morale. After that, all he needed to do was hold his fortified camp firmly and wait for the arrival of the Pu family's fleet from the sea.

Yuan Dongliu's reply did not come as much of a surprise to Zhou Xuantong; he had already anticipated that the other party would answer him in this manner.

That person exclaimed heatedly, "How was I impersonating anyone? Why would I need to impersonate myself? Old Guo, were you kicked in the head by a donkey?!"

After the food delivery arrived, she dug into the meal while pulling out her phone to send a message to Song Ruili.

This was Mr. Tchaikovsky from the East Slavic Alliance, a world-class master composer and pianist.

Four rows of golden-helmeted ghost guards surrounded Qin Buyi and Jiang Yunmiao in the center. With a shout, all of their spears pointed directly at Qin Buyi.

If a mutiny broke out—upon careful calculation, among the eighty thousand troops he had brought, at least fifty to sixty thousand were Han Chinese—he probably wouldn't even be able to save his own life. Driven mad and stripped of their reason, what were desperate soldiers incapable of doing?

"As for that, naturally there's no problem." Qian Ren smiled with quiet confidence, tossed the storage ring lightly, caught it firmly in his hand with a flick of his wrist, and turned to leave.

Because her own spiritual power was extremely pure, the pills she refined were of significantly higher quality than those produced by her peers. If she used spiritual herbs from her spatial dimension and supplemented them with divine spiritual spring water, the quality of the pills she crafted could entirely rival those of the Medicine God.

My dad came through the door looking utterly dejected. In a daze, I could almost see fresh dog's blood dripping from his head. I genuinely couldn't empathize with his decadent state, so I asked him what was wrong. Dad told me with deep disappointment, "The teacher said you cheated on this exam."

Time ticked away drop by drop. The death squad commandos hidden inside the fortifications remained completely motionless, squatting deep within the trenches, covered by a layer of withered grass collected from the surroundings. Had it not been for a close-range inspection, it would have been utterly impossible to discover the fresh excavation marks here.

Hearing this, Lu Han felt no particular tension. Although the wondrous feat of a teleportation step just a moment ago had startled him, the ultimate mystery of being the world's number one was naturally still beyond his comprehension. As for the questions and answers right now, it was truly a breeze—it was merely an interview, and since they were all old acquaintances, there was no need to worry at all!

This made me increasingly feel that Su Luo was right in uniting all superhuman abilities to deal with these ant armies. If they didn't fight back, continuing like this would inevitably lead to them being beaten into a panicked, scurrying retreat, or simply meeting their deaths.

"I'll leave them to you." Zhao Pengfei dragged the two ghosts over to the sports car, roared at Hou Xinnyue, and let go. The moment the two ghosts attempted to escape, they were captured and sucked into the Qiankun pouch that Hou Xinnyue threw out.

He was already known to be concurrently cultivating the three paths of Refining Qi into Void, Refining Qi into Spirit, and Refining Qi into Physical Body! His cultivation across all three paths had reached at least the ninth level of the Spirit Movement and Void Piercing Realm, and he was suspected to be a powerhouse of the Spirit Void Stage.

Liluo perceived the suppression and endurance of the person in his arms, merely assuming this was "Yue Xihan's" repulsion toward him.

After a brief silence, Feng Che was the first to speak. He didn't direct the question at anyone in particular, as if he were just making a casual remark, yet in the end, it turned out to be Chu Li who answered his question.

Without any visible movement from the burly man, Zu Lengqian's sword came to an abrupt halt right before reaching his chest. As for the hidden guard, driven by some unknown consideration, he showed no intention of retracting his assault, delivering two ferocious punches straight into the burly man's body.

Heichenzi, Crown Prince Jinlong, Prince Li Yanshan, Marshal Xiao Tianzuo, General Yang Wulang, General Yang Zongbao, and other commanders arrived at the scene one after another.

During Girl 99's period, Young Master Song could well be described as a model twenty-four-filial husband, brewing her a cup of brown sugar water every single day.

"I know. I can sense that Mr. Zhan seems to have been sealed by something. Even so, your might is not something anyone on this Earth can afford to provoke. Am I right?" Renas suddenly flashed a charming smile.