Chapter 37

Wang Zhenyu felt a secret thrill; once he shed this official veneer, he would truly be free. Previously, he had at most been nominally subordinate, but now he didn't even have to pretend to listen. He had become the undisputed warlord of Xiangxi.

Standing once again in this office, sitting once again in this chair, Hong Feng felt a complex array of emotions, a sentiment difficult to put into words.

"Could it be that he takes secret photos to sell for money?" I asked, even though I felt like an idiot for saying it. I simply couldn't fathom how Hao Long was making his living.

Seeing that Tai Shici had ordered his troops to withdraw from the canyon, Xian Yufu felt a pang of regret that his previous offensive hadn't been fierce enough to deal a decisive blow to the enemy. Just as he prepared to descend from the cliff to support Deng Ai, he was overjoyed to see Tai Shici returning.

With Jiang Hua’s assistance, Xin Lan’s complexion improved significantly. She sat cross-legged, eyes closed, enveloped in a surge of pure energy. Although the water python had not yet transformed into a dragon, the dragon blood within it had awakened, allowing Xin Lan to distill dragon essence from its energy to heal her wounds.

At this moment, Li Wuyi was leading the Huaxia delegation, besieged by the Qinghai and Ximang mainland teams. During the Holy War, the Qinghai team had been robbed of all their spirit stones by Cao Fei’s faction and subsequently wiped out, which was why they harbored such deep hostility toward the Huaxia team.

"Snap!" Wang Haitao hung up the phone and slumped into his chair, eyes vacant. What on earth was happening? His son had inexplicably turned into this state, and his best friend, Huang Yangang, had been dismembered and buried beneath his own house. What kind of powerful entity had they offended?

Ye Li felt embarrassed. She didn't know when she had fallen asleep with her head resting on Liu Tianqing’s lap. Lacking the courage to check his trousers for drool, she quickly threw open the car door, sprinted into her house, and slammed the door shut.

Think about it: a teacher for a single subject, for one grade level, easily has several hundred students. Over a summer and winter break, even at a conservative estimate of one hundred students each, at twenty thousand per person, that’s two million. Across two sessions, that’s four million. That is a massive profit.

As for Yu Shengpeng, he lived up to his name; he was called "The Roc," and his sights were set on the sky. Possessing the greatest ambition of the three, he was adept at both execution and strategy. Though he couldn't quite match the "Rat" or the "Wolf," he had synthesized the unique strengths of both.

Zhao Yan’s lips curled into a slight smirk. With a flick of his wrist, he snapped open his folding fan and fanned his chest hair, looking incredibly flamboyant.

Ye Minghan clutched his phone, contemplating the drastic change in Qin Yuan’s attitude, feeling an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

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Han Yu had proposed the idea because the Han family’s shops in the county town had already sold enough stock. He believed they should head to the provincial capital or the imperial city to earn even more silver.

"Understood." Ji Tiantian was prepared. She knew that after saying what she had, Gu Tingjue would certainly not bother her again.

Ji Tiantian felt a wave of panic; she instantly realized these photos must have been taken when she went to the milk tea shop earlier that day.

Mo Ziqian shifted his feet slightly. Thankfully, she had shown restraint and hadn't stepped on his right foot, or his toenail would surely have been torn off again.

She had intended to come over to join in the fun with Lin Yi and build some rapport, but who knew there would be outsiders here? Sigh.

The security guards clearly didn't believe what Bill was saying. They all knew what the male staff members were doing, but by tacit agreement, no one exposed it.

Not to mention Grand Marshal Guo Wei, but even the various generals, including Wei Renpu himself, hadn't they all been trapped in their own narrow-minded fixations?

The Weibo post was from the team's top laner, Zhong Hao, whining about his wallet being abused and complaining that his teammates were inhuman.

The day's trending topics were inevitably dominated by Luo Yan and Chu Xiu. Every newspaper worked overtime, paparazzi swarmed in waves, and the headlines grew more sensational by the hour.

Qiao Chu watched as Zhan Tianyao continued his phone call, issuing low-voiced orders. His brow was furrowed, his expression stern and cold.

"Earlier, thank you," Qin Yi’er said, her smile fading as she walked over to Chu Ye.

Sun Chan had only helped for two days, coming in the morning and leaving in the afternoon. After all, the fruit had to be sold fresh, and the canned fruit she had made also sold out. In a single day, she could earn about thirty-some yuan.

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In fact, it wasn't just the Han families in Jincheng County. Looking across the entire Hexi region, which Han family with even a shred of influence didn't have similar experiences and identical thoughts? Even if not ten out of ten, at least eight or nine.

Since they had already made their decision, it was their own business. They had no right to interfere, only to offer their blessings.

Yan Xiangnuan had rushed to the hospital today empty-handed. Seeing the ghost-eating spirit transform into black smoke and flee, she didn't force a confrontation, only watching helplessly as it slipped out of the incubator and vanished.

Today, Prince An visited the estate again. Father drank with him in the front courtyard, while Mother and I chatted with the Princess in the back. The Princess was as beautiful as ever; she gave me a gift and introduced the boy beside her, saying he was the Heir of Prince An.

When Yang Yuwei finally realized what was happening, she felt even more overwhelmed, instinctively curling up in Xu Zipei’s embrace, waiting quietly for him to calm down.

Zishan was always diligent and thorough in her work; she was the personal maid Shangguan Jin had specially chosen for Tang Rao.

Seeing his six soul rings—the optimal ratio for his level—climb into the air, the audience erupted into a stir.

"Lin Yue’er." It seemed Baili Ruiming wasn't all that impressive after all. Even using his name hadn't been enough to scare off Yan Qing.

With a few words of guidance, they walked and talked, delving into the main topic. An Chuchen and Tan Zhimeng were soon beaming with delight.

Shangguan Jin was startled. His father had clearly been poisoned, but when? He hadn't noticed a thing. He tried to circulate his internal energy and found no obstruction, which put his mind at ease. It seemed the poison was ineffective against him, likely because Rao’er had healed him with the power of the Life Mark.