Chapter 33: "I Want a Little Sister!"

Seeing the current situation, Zijin knew that if she stayed any longer, her mother would surely reach her breaking point, perhaps even fainting from the strain.

Wu Dayesha was even more smug now that the Immortal had praised him. He still possessed many divine elixirs; consuming them would allow him to ascend to the Saint Realm. After three hundred years of cultivation, he had finally found his path to success.

Beyond the large oil fields—the lifeblood of the group—that the royal family had seized, the portion of assets Edward had transferred was more than enough to cover his previous losses.

"Are you truly worried about them?" Chu Yanlin hesitated upon hearing this. If Song Zhanfeng were sent to prison and the Song Group fell into the hands of Song Yan, Old Master Song would have no peace in his final days.

"Why are you so picky? It’s not like you’re the one marrying him." Lu Heng rolled his eyes so hard it seemed they might disappear into his head.

Following this, the moisture in the nearby air slowly coalesced between Changsheng’s fingertips, turning into wisps of mist. Changsheng did not stop, continuing to commune with the water elements in the air.

She had learned a great deal while studying abroad over the past few years. With her exceptional ability and sharp mind, she had eventually become a special assistant to the CEO of a multinational corporation. She had returned to the country this time to negotiate a partnership between her CEO and the Lu Group.

He wanted to watch Song Zhanfeng in his moment of helplessness, to see him in his most wretched state, and to hear him beg for mercy.

Once I form a team, my ID will be exposed, and if my ID is exposed, all my personal information will follow. Not only would I face numerous challenges within the game, but I might also encounter endless trouble in the real world.

Thinking of the three plumes of smoke that had suddenly risen, Nagano Yuji felt even more irritable. Every unit of the Chinese army along the Great Wall defense line should have been gathered at the various passes and strongholds; it was impossible for them to appear in these desolate, barren mountains that held no strategic value.

"Indeed, a monstrous tidal wave from which there is no escape." Styx had once witnessed the true power of heaven and earth.

However, he knew these things could not be rushed; they were not resources one could simply acquire in bulk. For now, his priority was to restore his divine-patterned arm. He had grown accustomed to the image of having two arms.

Zhao Xin intended to work with the Three Ministries to build compost yards in the vast majority of Central Plain cities with populations over 20,000. While these facilities were foul-smelling, they were treasures; the current state of feces flowing through the streets was unsuitable for urban living. Proper composting and subsequent sales could drastically increase grain yields.

An item merchant? Spades was no stranger to the concept; it was an NPC type that had existed since the early days of gaming. His name was simply "Item Merchant," and while it seemed he might have some connection to the elves, in the days of the game, this NPC certainly never sold them.

Of course, not every Soul Master was as monstrous as Pojun, who possessed such terrifying combat power the moment he stepped into the Soul Root Realm.

While they deeply admired strength, that did not mean they wanted to test the law by experiencing the power of that strength with their own bodies.

Most of the people in the city had no idea who the great power of the Divine Sea Heavenly Palace was, as he had been in seclusion. Now, everyone craned their necks, hoping to catch a glimpse of the great master's presence.

Faced with such an insidious, cunning beast who cared nothing for kinship or moral ethics, William could not be too cautious.

Qing Yu carefully wiped the surface of the hammer with a silk handkerchief. There was blood on it, and she soaked the cloth in water from the Tai Gui.

His face wore a smile of a "good man," but paired with his feminine aura and eyes as thin and cold as a viper's, the expression only sent shivers down one's spine.

After all, in Robert’s eyes, this was just some strange, effeminate, "disgustingly handsome" man who had inexplicably walked onto the second floor and, having grown a heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard, dared to taunt her.

Bai Ye struck the pose of a dedicated, professional teacher while saying things that made Nakiri Erina want to punch him.

"Fubuki, if you aren't going to eat that, give it to me!" Without waiting for Fubuki's consent, Kongxiang pulled the tray toward herself, buried her head, and entered "glutton mode."

"Greetings, Your Majesty." Just then, a group of people approached from the distance, and the guards bowed respectfully in unison.

People had assumed the mercenaries would launch an attack immediately, but to everyone’s surprise, a week passed without a single shot fired. Instead, hundreds of mainstream media reporters from over a hundred countries were invited to Mogadishu for on-site interviews.

Picking up the kettle again, Bai Ye hesitated as he looked at the shredded tofu before him. He truly didn't want to experience the pain of being scalded again, but there was no help for it; he had to finish the dish he had started, even if he had to cry and scream his way through it.

Going to the Haoxing Tribe was merely an excuse. Wang Chuan truly just wanted to get out for a while. In the last three years, the furthest he had traveled was to the iron mine, and that only once. Most of the time he had remained in the tribe, and the occasional hunting trip was the closest thing he had to a vacation.

He glanced at his skill bar, where the skill [We Are Companions] was present—it allowed him to sense the auras of survivors within a 30-meter radius.

"It’s already past four; how are we going to sell these eight Great Tonifying Pills in one night? They’re too expensive. Let’s wait until we’ve sold them to ask," Zhao Qingyun replied, turning his head.

Zheng Yu knew very well that this was another case of "no visit without a reason." She had flown back specifically to wait for him; he just didn't know what Zheng Yan wanted to achieve this time or what conditions she would propose.

However, at a time like this, Gray had no time to play with them; the most critical issue was the upcoming battle against the Orcs.

If the "Weather Vane" strategy failed, they could abandon the North China and South China markets, clench their fists to consolidate the East China market, and wait to build up enough strength to strike out again. The scattered Jianghai Apparel would never be able to resist that.

He had been ambushed previously, nearly having an arm severed, so he was extremely wary of this "Killing Sword."