Chapter 44: Unwinding at the Bar

Lin Zhiwei had always been both intelligent and carefree, and she treated Jiang Yu with sincere affection. With just a few words, she could tell that Jiang Yu was in a bad mood.
“Are you in a bad mood, or has President Fu bullied you again?” Lin Zhiwei teased with a smile.
“Mind your own business!” Jiang Yu snorted. “Are you coming or not?”
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“Hahaha! Overestimating yourself, daring to challenge a sixth-rank demon beast!” Yang Long laughed arrogantly atop the speeding Sword Soul Beast.
If something was stolen, so be it—such were the rules of the jianghu, and no one could change them. After all, once it was declared who would make the delivery, that was final.
Like a flash of lightning, the burning sea of fire in the distance was torn apart by an unimaginably terrifying strike that smashed into the inner wall of the Sword-Forging Tower. Yet, not even a ripple was stirred; the energy quietly dissipated.
The attendant unwrapped the cloth covering the box, revealing its contents. Xiao Qian, who had been drowsily squinting from fatigue, suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Snow had fallen in the Northern Frontier, yet in the capital, people merely added a few layers to their clothing. There was no sign that snow would fall.
Jiang Yueyue was busy nursing grievances against one person or another, completely oblivious to the changes in the household. She didn’t know that a courtyard had just been burned and not yet repaired, nor that many possessions had vanished.
Several miles away, under Yang Long’s command, the Sword Soul Beast charged forward like a moving mountain.
Xia Ren shook his head and recounted the events and information he had gathered for them.
After watching for a while longer and committing to memory those sects worth remembering, Luo Honglian put the scroll away.
Thus, Long Changjiang came up with the idea to have Elder Lin and Granny Long keep each other company to pass the dull days of ascension.

Fei’er was still screaming, but her long, shapely leg swung up and kicked the mummy’s head, smashing it in one blow.
After days of “target practice,” by the early hours of December 25, when the real Japanese bombers arrived, the Americans, exhausted and inattentive, would surely miss their best chance to intercept.
“This simulation has exposed quite a few problems. Zhu Lan’s proposal is a good one, I know, but we don’t have enough war mobilization left!” Omarton said, rubbing his aching head.
Arrows flew and landed on the shadow of the Divine Puppet, making it pause briefly.
If once wasn’t enough, shoot ten times; if ten times didn’t work, shoot a hundred. Like the Foolish Old Man moving mountains, even an idiot could eventually get the shot they wanted by sheer persistence.
His upper body was buried in snow, with only his buttocks and legs flailing outside. Soon he stopped struggling, resigned to wait for someone to rescue him.
At that time, the internet bubble had not yet burst. The domestic internet industry was still being hyped, American tech stocks were soaring, and those in the business were fervent, convinced this was the golden age of the internet.
When talk turned to his mother, Liu Dan’s heart softened. He truly hoped that one day he could buy her a home in Beijing.
This upheaval not only marked the end of a Cold War that had lasted more than forty years, but also ushered in the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the world’s largest country by land and third-largest by population.
“Maybe this time will be different?” Cai Jing said with a smile. He actually knew what happened last time—it was because Lin Chong considered himself above reproach, believing the silver sent to the capital from Daming Prefecture was all illicit gains, so he feigned illness on purpose.
“He’s gone?” On the black tower, Wu Lian’s silver hair fluttered in the wind, her crimson eyes gazing quietly into the distance.
Interrupted by Liu Zhe, Rex pursed his lips. Though he fell silent, he shot Benny Dick a clearly unfriendly look.
Listening to Lei Tang’s story, Long Xi couldn’t help but feel it was all so glorious. After all, these were deeds of masters at the “Sword Saint” level. Now, he was nothing but a ruined shell, unable to cultivate or make progress. Unconsciously, Long Xi grew a little despondent.
Xiang Chong and Li Gun led their men charging down the mountain, unaware that the world below had changed. They plunged straight into the Eight Trigrams Formation, dashing about in confusion, seeing no sign of the enemy—just their own men running about.
“Don’t worry. The Nine Heavens Profound Water and Zhou Tianqi are nothing to me. When the auction is over and I get what I need, I’ll leave Youliang City immediately,” Yan Ning said.

“I want to speak directly with Dr. Li,” Wei Liao said, glancing around at the robots, his voice steady and deep.
For Wang Dadong to offer to compensate for this vase, its value must be at least tens of millions, even up to a hundred million. Otherwise, who would spend a million for someone unrelated? Especially when the flight attendant had repeatedly targeted Wang Dadong just now.
Tang Long felt especially pleased after learning that Shi Qian had stolen the treasured armor. He waited until noon with a heart full of delight, then bought some gifts on the street and headed to Xu Ning’s house.
They knew Fan Rui’s strength, so they didn’t take Wang Lun’s five thousand men seriously at all. In their eyes, those people were sent only to be slaughtered.
Chacha owned several sharp, well-made scissors. She treasured them; though she rarely had a chance to cut fabric, she still took good care of them.
A trail of blood immediately appeared on that fair neck, starkly visible, with bright red drops eager to escape the wound.
Nie Yong finished handling some matters and came over to chat with us, and we had plenty of questions for him.
“Now, Rou’er, share your strategy with us,” the Empress smiled gently and raised her hand in invitation.
Leng Hong was seventh in the household ranking; now that Leng Hong had been expelled from the marquisate, Cang Sheng took his place and was now seventh.
When she opened the bottle containing the fasting pills, a sweet, pleasant fragrance wafted out, which she found very appealing.
However, if she wanted to perform well before the Eastern Heir, she needed to stay as close to him as possible.
She hadn’t expected Ouyang Xueji to be so resolute. Ling Yurou frowned slightly—intimidation clearly wasn’t working—so she glanced at Nangong Moyun, a little discouraged.
The Chief Lady of Ceremonies nodded. “Yes, this road is called the Heavenly Road, and this stairway is called the Heavenly Stair. His Majesty is the Son of Heaven, so he takes the Heavenly Stair in accordance with destiny. The Phoenix Empress is the one fated for His Majesty, so she too must climb that road alone. If…” Here, the Chief Lady paused and did not continue.