Volume One, Chapter 48: The Crime of Betraying the Sovereign

She furrowed her brows and forcefully broke free from Jiang Ruoqi’s grasp. “Jiang Ruoqi, if you still want to work in the Ministry of Works tomorrow, it’s best you don’t touch me again!”

Although Jiang Ruoqi’s position wasn’t obtained through her efforts, the Empress had ultimately granted the post out of consideration for her.

Most of Hassan and his men were engaged in fierce combat with Wolf’s forces on the first floor. Several breaches had been blasted in the outer wall there, and Hassan’s men were valiantly counterattacking through these gaps.

“Well then, that works perfectly. Feelings can be cultivated over time; affection grows with familiarity. I believe we can get along very well,” said Xin Zhita confidently, dispelling any notion that he lacked experience in courting.

At that moment, his arm tingled continuously, as if bitten by some insect—an ache that seemed to gnaw deep into his marrow.

Mo Chengqian had prepared some mystical crystals and elixirs to give to Yun Ya, but no matter what he tried, she refused to accept them. In the end, Mo Chengqian had no choice but to abandon the idea.

Within a single day, both grandfather and grandson perished, a devastating blow to the Da Zhong Group.

“Chen Jintong, we are your elders. Can’t we admonish you a little?” Chen Yuying was fuming, her dark eyes fixed on Chen Jintong like knives.

Fury boiled as he cursed the rakish second brother for striking at the outset instead of ending things quickly—deliberately prolonging the torment. Now, the situation had reversed, and others held his fate in their hands.

Yet the Broken Qi Ling remained Xia Hanzhi’s possession; Wan Fang said nothing about it. After glancing at Xia Han, Wan Fang turned his gaze toward the auction hall downstairs.

Having been schooled by Yu Deshui, today he trailed behind Ye Xun, eagerly attending to him, as if he had forgotten everything that had happened before.

Old Master Wang’s cultivation had deepened immensely. When Lin Hang arrived in the capital, Wang immediately sensed an unusual spatial fluctuation. After a brief focus, he knew Lin Hang had returned.

Song Gongliang and Nangong Chu listened to Cen Guozhang’s spirited discourse, which jumped from one topic to another—Rakshasa Kingdom here, Holy Roman Empire there, then Parthia and Anxi—painting the global situation as if it were all neatly arranged in his mind. They were momentarily dazzled.

That evening, Xiao Jihui reported sales of over a hundred thousand in a day. In such a large mall, the procurement prices were naturally low, allowing for a high profit margin—over ten percent net profit. Recovering the investment within a year was entirely feasible. The key was cash flow; money in motion was true wealth.

Sasuke’s cold yet resolute words echoed through the deserted streets of Konoha. Not a single pedestrian stirred at that hour.

Upon reflection, Master Wu understood Han Bi’s painstaking intentions. Unable to break free from the bonds with the Four Dukes, the Eight Marquises, and King Le, Han Bi could only ally with him. Yet he also wished to avoid sinking alongside King Le—always hoping to stand aside and distance himself. The old lord, still vigorous and strong, surely sought an opportunity to reclaim power.

Teacher Yang was feeling pleased when Li Weidong suddenly grabbed the bottle of Wuliangye he had purchased earlier and opened it instantly.

Xie frowned slightly, surprised by Wang Tian’s unexpected words. He had originally thought Wang Tian would directly lay out a long list of demands.

Li Weidong certainly wouldn’t join such a lively gathering; he wanted to avoid it altogether. Living nearby was already close enough. Fortunately, he had bought the entire street beforehand, ensuring some peace and quiet.

Because the cave’s surroundings were too dark, Xu Hao dared not act rashly while inside.

Although Luo Daoren was only a Foundation Establishment elder in the Sword Sect, he was also the sect’s sole alchemist.

Hearing this, Zhou Tunan pondered deeply. Then Bing Mingzi continued, “The only difference between us Heavenly Masters and those True Immortals is that once we form the Dao Fruit, we await the completion of our merits. Then the Heavenly Gate will open, and the Heavenly Register will descend.”