Fighting for This Family

“Heh, you brought this upon yourself. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have ended up so aged. Some things come with a price, and since you traveled all this way, I doubt you’re here just to watch the competition,” the dean said, a faint smile lingering on his face as he looked at the coffin-faced man.

He felt he’d made himself perfectly clear, yet the man nodded with a half-understood air, only to ask another question.

Suddenly, the deranged man became vigilant—he couldn’t let anyone go. The shipping family wielded tremendous power, with countless connections; if you took their money, you might not live to spend it.

But how much value remained within depended on one’s luck. At least there were guaranteed resources: the entire abandoned divine domain. Selling it off wouldn’t result in too great a loss.

When Wang the Brute and Wu Peifu arrived with a division, Li Chun knew the tide had turned. He immediately waved the red retreat flag and reorganized the battle plan.

According to the system’s evaluation, the stronger the enemy killed, the more talent points the host would receive.

Lin Fan quickly selected the ten prepared medicinal herbs, set up the furnace, and used purgatory fire to burn the cauldron, controlling the temperature and refining each herb one by one.

Given such a god-given opportunity, Lin Fan naturally decided to make arrangements as well. He wasn’t seeking control, but if he could plant his own people inside, it would bring him significant advantages and greater security in the future.

In the previous comment section, it was noted that Emperor Yongzheng’s reforms had three main points: incorporating poll taxes into land taxes, returning extra fees to the public treasury, and requiring gentry to serve and pay taxes alongside commoners.

Even so, the Timeship’s own intelligent system was already highly advanced. Although it hadn’t evolved into a sentient life form like Jade Consort, its computational power and intelligence were in no way inferior.

Yet, they couldn’t voice any complaints, for Zhou Kai was warm and hospitable. If they said anything negative, even Fang Ping would be displeased.

Moo! The great black bull let out a triumphant bellow and ran even faster. The massive shadow dashed forward, breaking through the encirclement and disappearing into the wild grass within seconds.

After confirming the time of Lady Wang’s arrival, Yan Zhili arranged for people to wait at the dock, afraid they might miss this benefactor.

If remnants of the previous dynasty took the risk to seek out the mountain man, Yan Shujin could seize the opportunity to capture them all at once. Then, depending on how the mountain man treated the remnants, he would decide whether to proceed with a mix of kindness and severity or pursue another course.

"Gulp—" As An Qiong appeared, all ten or so tattooed men across from her couldn’t help but swallow.

The man glanced sideways, noticing her half-hidden face behind loose hair, her eyes fixed on the passing scenery outside the window, motionless.

After settling Zhong Sheng, He Ye lay sleepless in the next room, her mind filled with memories of days spent with her master. The more she thought, the harder it was to hold back her tears.

Not long after, Xia Chaolu came across the profile of the artist she’d just seen downstairs. Thinking of the man she’d imagined resembling Tong Fengtai’s profile, she couldn’t help but look a few more times.

“Isn’t it easy to get rope? With all that silver, you could buy a whole cart of it! Yet you took the money and squandered it on food and drink!” the constable roared in anger.

He delightedly shared his collection of treasures with Long Hao and even made plans to go skiing together in Switzerland over winter break.

Chu Yun suddenly remembered the mysterious department. Hadn’t they agreed to introduce them to spiritual energy once Zhao Bingqing was found? Since she was still missing, Chu Yun could reveal some techniques for using spiritual energy in exchange for a favor—hoping that the mysterious department could help him break through his current bottleneck.

In an instant, night turned to day. Even before the divine thunder struck, the earth was already trembling and roaring violently.

“Junior brother, are you all right? You looked terrifying just now,” Mao Qing asked, still shaken as he approached.

“I only have one chance to make a recommendation. Whether you can become a shadow blade depends on you,” Stanley said coolly.

She lowered her eyes slightly, long lashes fluttering like wings, opening and closing in a mesmerizing rhythm.

With this bite, it displayed the fruits of over a year’s cultivation. Two neat rows of indentations appeared on the iron ball—denting deep into the metal.

As Zhang Wuji’s thoughts wandered, a familiar voice interrupted him, filling him with annoyance.

Such circumstances easily incite the masses. Now, Feng Ziling’s dominance contrasted starkly with Bai Muxin’s solitary resistance against the entire Duke of Chu’s household. This imbalance greatly stirred a sense of justice among ordinary people.

Moreover, these new sects retained the old faults of the White Lotus: complex membership, lax discipline, and frequent armed gatherings in defiance of the authorities. Thus, they found no favor with the court.

Without thermometers in ancient times, Lu Xianger relied solely on experience from her previous life—and sometimes made mistakes. Fortunately, with accumulated experience and diligent study, her brewing skills steadily improved. Not only did the failures become fewer, but the quality of her wine grew ever better.

Youliang shouted, stowed his battle-axe, raised his shield before his chest, and assumed a defensive stance—only in this way could he withstand the rain of arrows.

“All right, let’s set that matter aside. The second issue: this May, we’re organizing a computer product fair in Beijing. All your work is included. If you want to participate, you can register with me,” the bureau chief said, flipping to a second dossier.

As the Demon Emperor uttered those seven words, Tian Sheng’s body shuddered involuntarily—Kill the Heavens! The Demon Emperor’s name meant Kill the Heavens, and his own was Born of Heaven. Kill the Heavens, kill Tian Sheng—was the Demon Emperor’s true intent to kill him?