Volume One, Chapter 29: The Emperor Takes Action!

Carlos hovered in mid-air, intending to observe the pilots’ next moves. Clearly, his words had made an impact—the fighter jets ceased their attack and began circling him, though they maintained a safe distance.

Through repeated experiments, we discovered that when the spinal tapeworm is dormant, it will subtly influence the hosts it has parasitized.

“Heh, whether you believe it or not, what’s done is done. We must prepare for the worst. Lord Qinghe, I hope you’ll cooperate with me fully from now on and set aside any other thoughts.”

Sitting on the high-speed train, Xia Qi couldn’t help but grow drowsy. She propped her head up, nodding off from time to time, as if her head had suddenly turned incomparably heavy.

Jiang Yanyang laughed for a while, feeling a bit better. Being lectured out of the blue was truly frustrating. Fortunately, nothing serious happened. If Huang Zhendong had told her he was dating Wu Dan, she wouldn’t even know where to go to cry.

Jiang Yanyang had it all planned out in her mind. She was familiar with Ice City and had Zhang Jubao there as a reliable backer. She could settle down and develop her prospects comfortably.

But after the Songzhou army lost three consecutive battles and their king was nearly captured, morale was abysmally low.

He hesitated, but in the end dialed his benefactor’s number and explained everything. Surprisingly, his benefactor was neither disappointed nor angry. Instead, there was a trace of comfort in his voice.

“I’m very willing to believe Mr. Grubman, but if there’s a chance to join a company that truly matches one’s career ideals, wouldn’t that be even better?” Guo Shouyun said with a smile.

“Alas, my poor grandson, he never saw the day when Immortal Valley would be brought under the Sacred Imperial Dynasty. But I swear I’ll avenge his death!” Yelü Mo said coldly.

With a thunderous bang, the tiger lost sight of its prey. All that remained was a large pool of blood and a torn monk’s robe. The figure had vanished like an illusion.

Behind, the Nether Void stretched endlessly. Within the boundless darkness, countless evil spirits wailed, and fallen deities and demons howled. Great billows of black miasma surged forth, swallowing the void; one could not see a hand before one’s face, as if the true Nine Hells had descended.

The Kong family, once ritual officials, now held much less power. Yet even a dying camel is larger than a horse—they still wielded considerable influence. Strict imperial measures kept potential incidents in check, so their political standing remained secure, though the privileges they enjoyed in other aspects were much diminished.

“Your dreams are far more interesting than others’. I never imagined there would be so many treasures in your dreams, ha ha ha!” The figure had already appeared.

“With the Nine Phoenix Immortal Fire Shield in my hand, what is there to fear?” Zhao Zhuoxiang formed a seal and seized the shield. Spurred by spiritual energy, it transformed into a streak of red light and slipped into his sleeve.

Unfortunately, no one believed her. Chen Bangrui’s face turned livid as he stepped forward and slapped Zhang Xinyue hard enough to leave her stunned.

A dazzling golden light streaked across the sky. It was a treasure ship, radiating auspicious rays that pressed down the clouds, descending directly into the depths of the gardens.

At that time, there were two wealthy merchants: Zhang Shiping and Su Shuang, one dealing in horses, the other in iron goods.

Zhou Xianqing exerted spiritual pressure on Li Haoran, hoping to unsettle him and force a slip of the tongue, so that he and Qian Ling could seize the advantage despite their current weakness.

It was the sort of desperation that comes from those eager to level up, unwilling to let go of even the tiniest bit of power.

Lin Feng felt as though he were in a mysterious world, yet incomplete—like the universe at its creation, tender and unformed, a blank canvas waiting for him to paint as he wished.

Meeting Su Mu’s resentful gaze, Su Xingmi’s eyes turned icy. She glanced at Chang Wu and nodded.

Bai Jin sighed. Her cultivation wasn’t high, but she wasn’t foolish. She could see now that Chen An was deliberately making things difficult for the girl who had once harmed her.

To enlist so many adults was already to overdraft the nation’s strength for the next decade.

In truth, if there was real danger and even Luo Xuan couldn’t withstand it, then bringing Ning Ning along would be pointless. Chen An understood her thinking.

He watched the fellow leisurely, genuinely curious about what this big oaf wanted to say.

Who knew who their adversaries truly were? They wielded all sorts of automatic weapons. If they had only cold steel, Li Muchuan would not have been so wary.

Isn’t it always the same? Elective classes are for skipping; mandatory classes are for skipping too. He only skipped symbolically. Besides, judging by his demeanor, he was probably in a foul mood.

Lin Feng felt a pang of disappointment—the agony of seeing but not possessing top-tier equipment was deeply frustrating.

Even if he could shatter a black statue with every strike, they seemed utterly indestructible. Such effort would be meaningless.

Those textbooks that once bored me are now laid out fresh before my eyes. Yet on the first day of class, I sensed that this learning was different from before.

I hung up before she could reply. I believe she’ll come. The conversation she had with Jin Yan made it clear her feelings for him were deeper than I’d imagined.

I tried to bite his chest, but his muscles were too firm—there wasn’t an ounce of extra flesh on Xu Mushen’s body.

The Brotherhood of Mutants is considered the most powerful force among mutants. Even the X-Men, formed by Professor X, cannot match the Brotherhood’s overall strength.

The house was easy to find; there were only about two hundred houses along the road. Only seven or eight looked decent; the rest were all thatched mud huts.