Volume 1, Chapter 34: What Kind of Family Produces a Child Prodigy?

After dinner, Helian Junyi took his leave. Qianmo did not go to bed, instead gazing out at the night. It was truly a dark, windy night—the perfect time for murder and arson.

She knew that it had been difficult for her to let go of the past and reunite with him, but now... the two of them were deadlocked once again, leaving Luo Zheng feeling deeply pained and somewhat lost.

Seeing Su Weiran chatting and flying a kite with Ning Xuxu, Pei Muyu glanced down at the handmade kite in her own hands. Her heart sank, and she strode toward the area behind Su Weiran.

As it turned out, Su Weiran had been crying, so Zhang Meiying left her at the Su residence and took away the child from the Su family who suffered from a heart condition.

Finally, having grasped the key point, the previous confusion vanished, and everything was perfectly explained.

Upon hearing Wang Guihua’s words, the assistant quickly relayed the information to the rest of the company. Once they learned that Chu Tiannan was merely ill, they set their minds at ease, and the Chu Group gradually returned to its normal state.

Watching as the fire in the granary became impossible to extinguish, Linghu Chao heard the sound of four ox horns blowing in long and short intervals. He turned abruptly to stare toward the northern ramparts, realizing that he might lose the battle tonight.

Ruhua leaned against the rockery as she walked into the pavilion. Gasping for breath and clutching her head, she did not "notice" that there was someone else inside.

A procession of ten miles of red finery spread across the streets, adorned with cinnabar lacquer and gold, shimmering with brilliance. The spectacle was so grand it was staggering; the entire street was nothing but a sea of flowing red.

In an instant, Bo Hancheng turned his head, locking eyes with a pair of starry orbs. The pupils were clear, dark, and resembled grapes, shimmering with a moist luster.

Yet Shen Yuqing believed that it would not be long before Ye Tian’ao led this business empire to dominate the nation, and perhaps even the entire world.

Some of the more impatient Ethereal Spirits lunged fiercely toward the Yzakana, and the battle broke out in an instant. Though escape seemed hopeless, the Yzakana had no intention of waiting for death.

At this moment, tremors caused by spiritual energy fluctuations rippled through the air, and cultivators from both sides within the city had already begun to clash.

Zhao Shuo was not sure if what he was doing was right or wrong, but with him there, he would ensure nothing went awry.

Zhao Shuo felt a surge of joy upon successfully performing the "crossing the river on a single reed," but he did not forget his previous lesson, keeping his mouth and nose tightly shut to avoid losing his breath.

After Master Gan and Jifu left, Cody sat where he was, distressed. He could tell that Master Gan was truly angry; it was the first time he had seen the master so enraged. But crafting a complete magical weapon was no easy feat, and he simply did not know how.

"I am sorry, my voice was too loud just now," Cody said, bowing his waist and raising his hands to receive the knight’s sword.

Li Feng’s sword energy was vast enough to rival Jiang Qianlan’s; there must have been some trickery within the Sword Prohibition Zone.

Returning to his residence, Heng Yue went straight to the side hall to check on the children. Chu Jin’an stood under the veranda, hesitating for a moment. Just as he was about to follow, he saw Head Physician Liu walking out.

Back in his room, Li Feng let out a long breath. Two days had passed in the outside world, and only eight days remained until his battle with Li Tianlang.

Since he had been praised, it did not seem like he was being held accountable for anything; otherwise, he truly would not have known how to respond.

Wen Youshu did not understand his words, nor did she care to. She hoisted the sack with both hands and walked toward the one-meter-square wooden table by the window.

The car entered the village and stopped in front of a courtyard. We got out, and Wang Tao pulled a large number of gifts from the trunk.

With a few kicks of pebbles, he had knocked five of his own skilled men to the ground—if that wasn't proof of training, what was?

A ghostly blue light began to flicker across the battlefield. Wherever it passed, soldiers shrieked as they were cleaved in two. Their bodies declared their deaths, even as their consciousnesses lingered.

Sure enough, with a wave of Qing Zhi’s hand, two clansmen emerged from behind. They walked straight to Huang Rong and lifted him up in one go.

Wen Youshu’s eyes widened in shock, and she collapsed to the floor in a panic. Had she been caught red-handed?

Liu Feixue said, "There is nothing I can do." With that, he turned and left to retrieve the bedsheets from the washing machine, hanging them out to dry on the balcony.

Song Li nodded in agreement. He understood what Han Li meant: with the Federal Reserve flooding the market with liquidity several times this year, and under the impact of the US dollar and overseas markets, their assets had shrunk significantly. Everyone was desperate for territory to expand their business.

It didn't matter that his artillery couldn't hit the Ming army; they would likely charge forward soon. He would hide for now and prepare for close-quarters combat later.

"That is why the Italian army’s performance on the battlefield is always unsatisfactory. They must possess a massive advantage to even hope for a difficult victory," Doherty said, handing his coffee cup to a colleague beside him.

Like a bolt of lightning from the nine heavens striking the ground beneath him, countless spiderweb-like cracks exploded under the feet of the old man in the star-patterned robe. The ground rapidly collapsed, forming a round pit a foot deep.

Unfortunately, Ambassador Wang’s sometimes heroic, sometimes sonorous rhetoric failed to resonate with the two men present. Whether it was the well-traveled and pragmatic King of Ireland or the weary and melancholic tea master, neither had any fondness for such pompous official jargon.

Feng Tu remained silent, his old eyes fixed on the sky. After a long while, he heaved a profound sigh.

The general was clearly startled. He had not expected these two to come, especially since Asura had completely broken ties with the Empire.

"I said that Lord Ma is a man of great fortune and longevity; even if buried alive, he would still find a way out," Huyan Dong laughed.

The marines following closely behind Dibart looked at one another, then gave a negative answer.

"How did you know the Japanese army was going to attack the Gushi area?" Zhang Weihan lived up to his reputation as the commander of the 10th Detachment; he demanded that Han Xing provide his evidence.