Volume 1, Chapter 37: Extinguishing the Eternal Sword Palace's Lifelong Fortune

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Tang Xi now stood outside the headquarters of the Tyrant Blade Mercenary Group, blocked by several of its members.

"Who are you? This is the Tyrant Blade Mercenary Group; leave at once."

"If this is the Tyrant Blade Mercenary Group, then there is no problem. It is the Tyrant Blade Mercenary Group I am looking for."

However, the heavens do not grant humanity such flawed boons; for every gain, there is a loss. Thus, compared to other abilities, healing-type powers are extremely rare—perhaps appearing in only one out of every hundred thousand awakened individuals.

It was precisely because of this that when Su Xiaoxiao proposed marriage, Mo Siyi was genuinely taken aback.

Of course, the reason Confucianism could hold a status superior to both Buddhism and Taoism, beyond the current Emperor's profound reverence for the Confucian path, was due to another factor.

Lu Qiqi stopped in her tracks and looked at him with expectant eyes. "We admire the Will Tribe greatly. As long as the Will Tribe is willing to come, we welcome them at any time."

Sun Xing’s eyes surged with monstrous rage, his pupils turning a deep, bruised red. Gritting his teeth in hatred, he roared with every ounce of strength in his body.

After hanging up the phone, I confidently assured Principal Zhang, "Do not worry, Principal Wu. Leave this matter to me! Just consider it as if nothing has happened and wait for the results with peace of mind."

At this stage, the Governor’s Office had decided to intensify their exploitation to ensure the Pluto development strategy was completed on schedule. The most direct reason was their belief that the scale and intensity of the rebel uprising remained under control.

Leaving Su Rou’er behind, Father Su walked out of the hospital with heavy steps, departing without saying a single word to Su Xiaoxiao.

Yet, he did not realize that his few words had provided Lin Yu with the inspiration needed to force the Yanhuang Sword Sect into total submission.

For experienced grave robbers, the sight of ghost fire often inspires a sense of reverence, leading them to silently recite: "May the Heavenly Officials bestow blessings; all taboos are lifted..."

It was a cloak. It had not weathered with the passage of time and still radiated a heart-stopping energy. It possessed two colors—red on the inside and black on the outside—and the overlapping light emitted by the two layers appeared profoundly eerie.

Compared to the dazzling display on the first floor, the second floor appeared far more austere, furnished only with a mat, a low table, and a cabinet. A rusted sword and a short blade hung upon the wall.

This time, everyone noticed that the three university students reported by Yang News were, in fact, attending the same university as Mo Ya.

Only then did Yun Qiumeng silently reproach herself for her love of sleep, nearly causing her to miss a critical matter.

Although the subjects of their discussions differed, the underlying atmosphere remained identical; it was merely a change of venue and a change of topic.

In truth, even if Tantai Wan'er had not spoken, Yun Xuan already knew that the Xuanwu Gate and the White Tiger Gate would react in such a manner. However, he had long since made preparations; otherwise, he would not have summoned these individuals to come in person today.

Mulan could only offer a dry laugh, never expecting the system to actually be naive enough to believe her words.

Otherwise, if shareholders sold their stocks for cash, the employees’ wage cuts might be minor, but if they were to face unemployment in a few months, any rational person would know which choice to make.

Duobao and Zhou Xing—one was the Taoist Duobao, overflowing with destiny, and the other was the successor to Zhou Chenfeng. How could their inheritance jade tablets lack divine arts and secret techniques?

After Fourth Aunt Dou Xiaoxia exchanged a few pleasantries, she went to the kitchen. Soon, a "hissing" sound emerged; she was clearly frying a few eggs.

Despite it being only for a month, a long-lost smile appeared on Long Zhanyan’s face upon hearing the news.

A decline in short-term interest rates is not terrifying. These rates only apply to interbank lending, and since they concern only short-term loans, the effect on the market is not significant.

Because he had experienced this once before, Xia Zhi had developed a slight immunity to the issue and was no longer quite as shy. After all, it was just soaking in a pool; aren't there just as many people soaking together in the ocean? It was all the same, with no difference at all.