Volume 1, Chapter 21: Seeking Zhang the Millionaire Once More

"Junior sister, you have already witnessed the prowess of your senior brother. Do you still need to pick on me, your second senior brother? I am no match for him, so I beg you to show mercy." Changsheng Wangyou chimed in unexpectedly, grinning.

Ye Qi’s words spread across the land, shaking the nine provinces, and countless disciples looked up to him with longing, bowing down in reverence.

Ye Jingfeng knew that Zhao Chengzong was trying to persuade him to stay, but his heart was already filled with despair, and no matter what was said, he remained unmoved.

Of course, considering what many were concerned about—the enemy's military strength at the fortress—they decided to keep the number of entities below the mythical tier unchanged, while slightly adjusting the number of demigod-level powerhouses, reducing them to just two.

Seeing the woodcutter holding the First Emperor’s Sacred Sword with both hands, Murong Yunzhen thought of Ou Ye Tiangong, who had died to save them, and his own narrow escape from death—all for the sake of this blade. Now that the sword was safe and sound, how could he not be filled with immense joy?

Seeing Yang Zhan covered in sweat and sensing the pain in his heart, Hua Linglong couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy and stepped forward to wipe the sweat from his brow. However, Yang Zhan blocked her delicate hand, and in that brief glance, one could still see the fury in his eyes.

After the Heavenly Mystery Valley departed, the remaining sects exchanged glances, unsure whether to stay or go. However, the Zhengyi Sect had offended the Heavenly Mystery Valley and was already mortal enemies with the Sword Sect. The smaller sects, which had previously looked up to the Zhengyi Sect, naturally found this turn of events quite amusing.

The greatest lack was in practice and innovation. Even if the great beings of the Zhenyang clan could conduct experiments and research at home, much knowledge required personal experience to spark the flames of thought and gain true inspiration.

The vast and profound vortex swirled, its source power generated by the offensive formation of the White Stone Plaza, tearing open an ancient, unclosable spatial rift that hung in the sky day and night.

"You are not only a deserter, you are a coward! Since when did our Shepherd Wolves produce trash like you?" Qian Yi cursed in anger.

After winning this battle, the Underworld King was in high spirits. How could he not be? This victory resolved his greatest worry; the Magic Flood Dragon had sworn an oath that after this defeat, it would never attack the Underworld again, ensuring the safety of the realm.

Qiong Ling’s voice was hoarse. "Why? Why? Why must Luo Tian suffer the pain of a severed arm after surviving against all odds?" The fire in Qiong Ling’s heart burned to its limit in an instant. He glared with eyes burning with solar fire and frigid ice, scaring the nurse into backing away repeatedly until she collapsed onto the ground.

Yu Xiubai handed the phone to Tian Xin. The moment she took it and saw the name "Yu Wei," her hand trembled so violently that she nearly dropped the phone.

He seemed to have suddenly opened the floodgates; without anyone needing to ask, he began to pour everything out all at once.

The grain piles in the granaries Han Zhenhan had helped Bayan build were now countless. Han Zhenhan had Boss Bai make a rough calculation, and there was enough grain to sustain Kublai’s army of over one hundred thousand for three months.

Feeling the gaze of the Emperor Phoenix and hearing the implication in her words, how many people were eager to step forward?

But that was not the point. The point was... were the Three Thousand Great Dao Tablets not supposed to be born only when all the Law Tablets were fused together?

Qiliang Ye was shocked, crying out, "No!" Yet, from such a distance, no matter how fast her reflexes were, she could not stop the grenade from falling.

The tall, thin man frowned. His view was blocked by the leader of the light-footed ones, but that white light could not have appeared out of thin air. The only things a warrior could use to produce such a white light were silver, a folding fan, or their sword.

The celestial storm did not dissipate; instead, it grew more violent, enveloping Wang Hao in the center of the vortex.

As for the python meat, after removing the inedible parts, Chen Hu cut the meat into segments, each about half a meter long. There were over a dozen segments, each weighing at least ten pounds.

Some elders spoke up, unable to believe it. This was a god-tier cultivation technique—was Xu Chen really going to share it with everyone for free?

Liu Xun’s actions were pleasing to all; the high-ranking officials had received tangible benefits and were naturally full of gratitude.

The Prince of Southern Suppression was pleasantly surprised, casting a proud glance at the other princes present.

The veteran officials were unimpressed; some coughed, some sneered, and they looked at Jia Yi with utter contempt.

The Temple of Light in Zhengyang City, upholding the consistent style of the Palace of Divine Favor, was built with solemnity and elegance.

"Father, has our Mochizuki family truly reached this point?" Seeing her father’s desolate tone, Mochizuki Oboro could not help but worry about the future of the village.

"Daddy is so silly. He can't even find his way home. Shame on you." Yiyi didn't understand the meaning behind Qidie’s words and laughed softly.

There were precedents for princes having affairs with their father's concubines, but I was startled. Knowing Yongyan’s temperament, he would surely kill me to preserve the dignity of the royal family.

Fu Yunxi rose, feeling uneasy. If these imperial guards were to secretly plant something in her palace, she would have no way to defend herself.

Ye Xiang looked at Xiao Yang’s conflicted face and laughed inwardly. Still, she played along and followed Xiao Yang to Li Han’s cave.