Volume One, Chapter 138: They Come Knocking at the Door

“Xia Xia, you need to explain to everyone properly—this isn’t how it really is!”

Su Ningxia glanced at those around her and suddenly let out a soft laugh. “It actually is like this. You all just think of me this way—when the family is short on money, you turn to me; when there’s money, you look down on me.”

“Axuan, why are you spacing out? Are you feeling any better?” Si Weichen approached, placing a hand gently on Gu Weixuan’s forehead. The natural familiarity of the gesture caught Gu Weixuan off guard.

A dazzling sword light appeared—beyond words, brilliant as starlight, yet like the rising sun, stunning the entire world with its radiance.

“This is the Essence Pill to heal soul wounds, and this Jade Dew Pill to repair meridian and flesh injuries. Take them…” With a cold expression, Baili Qingxue’s mother spoke, tossing two pills sealed in jade bottles towards them.

Adding fire and boiling some water, Loki, sensing the time was right, recalled the Circle Bear into its spirit ball, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and set off.

Kangxi understood that often, Wu Naihua’s wisdom surpassed his own. An emperor need not be a genius, but he must be able to recognize and employ talent.

Ao Bai, clad in armor, sat astride his horse, bathed in sunlight as if enveloped in a halo of light.

The stunning beauty shot Donghua another glare, but she realized her anger had no effect on him—he utterly disregarded her.

Since Bai Qi had been in a deep slumber, it was said the Western Queen Mother had overseen the realms and universes all along.

Hong Yun Daoist had once cooperated with Emperor Donghua Bai Qi in a secret realm and trusted his character.

Beneath the brilliant starry sky, though deep into the night, visibility remained clear. This was a sparsely wooded mountainous area, not a dense jungle without footholds; with many rocks, it posed little difficulty for martial artists.

Strange noises still came from the next room every night, but Shen Qinglan had grown accustomed to them, lying on straw to sleep—she had done so these days.

“I was looking for my partner and got separated from Yangyang and the others. I couldn’t find them, but when I heard your voice, I came to find you,” Feynman said, feeling a bit envious upon seeing Manny and Bell had already paired up.

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Lu Chen understood these truths well. Yet, the more single-minded a person was, the more deeply attached they became. Letting go of Leng Yiyao was like cutting off a part of his own flesh.

Things got interesting as more people began discussing, leaving those who helped Uchiha Fugaku gather information sighing repeatedly.

That night, the army of Duolin Kingdom began a forced march. The airport cycled endlessly, sending batch after batch of soldiers to the border.

“Alright, how much do you want?” Qin Tian looked at the two with a helpless smile, ready to give them some money.

Yang Yuan stepped forward to demonstrate. His right foot quickly pushed off the ground, his left hand touched the earth, and he swiftly swung the gun barrel downward, completing the entire sequence.

The emperor, who had remained silent while seated, finally showed a flicker of emotion, eyes wide in surprise as he looked at Frey. Given Hemmer’s personality, it was unusual for him to speak to his own son.

At that moment, even the somewhat dramatic teenager Luo Yifan sensed something different and dared not follow.

Before him lay a massive sword, dark golden all over, inscribed with blood-red mysterious runes, with a giant vertical eye on the hilt.

Even the mighty Eastern Emperor, enduring this terrifying heavenly tribulation, was now scorched black all over, bleeding in multiple places, seriously injured.

Wu Yi’s mind buzzed, goosebumps rising uncontrollably. He almost opened his Vajra umbrella to block the man crawling towards him.

Sikong Lanruo’s words made Ren Tian feel the sect resembled a worldly kingdom; the five sects invited by Biyu Sect held no old grudges among them—otherwise, they wouldn’t have gathered to talk.

Soon, a massive black panther emerged slowly from the night mist, its golden eyes coldly glaring at those gathered in the clearing.

Whenever recruitment was mentioned, Zhao Chen felt a headache coming on. The electric bike factory still needed to hire a massive number of workers—recruiting was never easy.

After negotiating details with the foreign leader, the royal army of Huang Fang Kingdom began occupying the city long held by foreigners. Seeing the foreigners lay down their arms and occupy the other side of the city, all Huang Fang soldiers displayed expressions of resentment—though the foreigners had finally surrendered, the brutal killings of their compatriots by those foreigners were still vivid in their memories.

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Regarding submarines and other technologies, Zhao Chen had already submitted many innovations. Now mostly assisting production, submitting more aircraft technology wasn’t necessary. Besides, releasing these technologies would help increase the number of high-tech personnel around the Myth Industrial Park.

“Taiyi, is there any way to solve this?” An Miaoyi, curves elegant and posture exquisite, frowned slightly as she asked softly.

A dragon’s roar echoed, red clouds soared to the sky, and a dragon body tens of meters long contracted. This crimson dragon transformed into a boy around eleven or twelve years old, eyes clear and bright, body crystalline and heroic.

Staring blankly at the fallen leaf on the ground—falling leaves—his method of threat was to slash falling leaves. Could fate be weaving a design here?

After devouring the heart of the Sharp-Tail Lizardman, the Giant Claw Lizardman’s face showed faint streaks of sticky blood-red patterns, fierce and terrifying.

In essence, he was a mercenary drenched in blood. Such a person fought for whoever paid more, which explained his notorious reputation later on.

Ning Feng smiled slyly at Yang Chang. Startled, Yang Chang hurriedly took two steps back, then nodded in satisfaction. He then stepped forward to pretend to make a phone call.

With Ling Fan’s super monster mower powered by dark matter, Klana had no worries about not being satisfied.

Ye Zhusheng naturally sensed the two following behind him. He sighed quietly, thought for a moment, then stopped, waiting for Rosa to reach his side.

The Northern Profound Domain and even the entire Sacred Realm’s cities were classified by scale: low-level, mid-level, high-level, and finally sacred-level.

People were speechless but had to comply, so they did as Zhang Yi suggested. Though they did it, resentment lingered; some even claimed it was chaos. Such things were impossible—an outsider clueless about anything suddenly giving orders blindly—these words reached Zhang Yi’s ears.

He saw the note read “girl,” and immediately knew who it was. But Peng Yu was surprised—how could Sha Xixi be so obedient, so well-behaved?