Chapter 35: She Really Is Wealthy

"No, no, please retract that last sentence!"

Being kept was completely unnecessary; given her current financial standing, she could easily afford to keep dozens of young men herself.

Zheng Jin waved his hands, hurrying to explain, "That’s not what I meant. I misspoke just now. Let me provide for you."

"I have money, lots and lots of money. Don't you worry about that!"

"But the Jiang family has already cut off your living expenses, and they have completely disregarded over twenty years of affection—"

"Either this place is not a grand formation, or the formation has already collapsed. A formation of this scale could not possibly exist in the mortal realm for long. Even sacrificing hundreds of millions of souls could not create a formation as heaven-defying as this one. The community of formation masters strictly forbids such things; they are simply not allowed to exist."

This news announcement shook the entire People's Republic of Africa. The public's legal awareness was greatly strengthened, the economic activities of merchants became more regulated, and the efficiency and integrity of the government saw a significant improvement.

Yu Yu had determined from the very beginning that the enemy would certainly not launch a direct assault on his sect. If they attacked the Divine Sword Villa, his own sect would be forced to intervene. After all, who didn't know that the Divine Sword Villa, the Huashan Divine Sect, and the Academy were deeply intertwined?

Just as Li Junhao's navy was locked in a bloody battle with the British, he paced back and forth in his room, secretly regretting that he hadn't strengthened his naval forces earlier. Only now did he realize how much he lamented the lack of warships when the time came to use them.

Therefore, their sales volume was immense. Furthermore, some foreign trade companies exported large quantities of seafood directly abroad, shipping to China, Southeast Asia, and even as far as Europe and the Americas, generating significant foreign exchange. This was all real wealth.

After a long duration, during which the three alien true gods had cycled through one hundred and eighty million incarnations, Qin Hengtian finally released them, allowing them to escape the sea of suffering. By then, the three immortal true gods were no longer the alien deities they once were, but had become Qin Hengtian's most loyal guardian beasts.

"Lu Yu, let it go. After all, he is a college classmate of mine and Qingcheng's. His mouth might be foul, but he’s not an unforgivable villain," Su Linglong said hastily.

The pain he had felt just moments ago vanished into thin air in an instant. He could clearly feel the excess, tormenting substances within his body flowing out, bit by bit.

Wang Zhen struggled to stay conscious, racing his legs forward against time. But just as he was about to reach the company entrance, he was unexpectedly tripped by a zombie that had been severed at the waist. Caught off guard, he stumbled forward in a daze, finding himself in an intimate embrace with the creature.

He observed that General Wang did not seem particularly angry; in particular, the suspicion in the General's eyes made him feel as though the other man was hiding something, which left him feeling deeply displeased.

"Yes, please wait a moment, Princess." Louis responded without the slightest hint of defiance before vanishing from Beitang Yan’s sight.

"Don't worry, Young Mistress. Next time, I will keep my mouth shut tight and say absolutely nothing!" Yutao said dejectedly, though the expression on her face suggested otherwise.

When she looked up again, she saw everyone in the room gazing at her with eyes that seemed to be brimming with joyful tears. Lady Shen’s eyes were red, and Shiqin and Shihua were crying so hard their eyes were as swollen as peaches.

This was the reason Leng San had dared to speak so boldly just now; had it been before, he certainly would not have dared.

He revealed to her his grand plan to restore the nation, which was more important to him than his own life. Fearing she might not believe him, he pointed out specific details. She listened, startled and shocked, and remained silent for a long time.

The Emperor cursed inwardly, yet he pondered Jinrong's words, falling into a thoughtful silence. Perhaps being able to tolerate the brilliance of one's subordinates was a sign of a greater magnanimity.

Setting aside their strange inner feelings, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, having received the order, floated over to the pot, looking quite pleased with himself.