Volume 1, Chapter 46: Brother Ning's Business Plan

“This is the place, Mr. Wu. The boss asked you to wait here,” Lu Qi said politely to the young man behind him. His stern face strained to soften, but the effort was in vain.

The crowd buzzed with whispers, all about Feng Ziling, while Lin Yu was completely ignored. They assumed he had merely happened to walk in with Feng Ziling, but soon they realized their mistake.

“Only by doing this can you hope to overthrow the one you must topple and bring fairness and justice to the faithful of the Papal State,” Fide said. He wasn’t sure if the late Pope wished for justice for his people, but in Rashad’s heart, the Pope certainly did.

Yang Chong had not stayed on planets where power was easily displayed; instead, he ventured from one place to another, each with greater oppression and purer energy.

“Ha!” Initially, Ichihira Ryoki trembled in fear at Matsukami Yoshimitsu’s fury, but upon being spared punishment, he responded with a heavy laugh and retreated.

Seeing the tall Chen Jun toss two bags of cement without flinching, Bai Yi understood immediately.

A giant golden bird circled in the bright sky, then dived like an arrow straight down toward the snowy ground where Chen Hu stood.

“It seems there’s a curfew tonight, but you can come with me to this place,” Ayana said, her bright eyes the clearest thing in the night.

Bai Yi glanced at her indifferently and said, “I think this place is fine.” With that, she ignored Ayana, slammed the dust-covered window shut, and turned to walk toward Bai Ling.

Her heart swelled with joy, though she resented herself for only discovering the secret of the Divine Demon Sword today.

“Our matters in Su Xi Wan Valley don’t seem to concern outsiders!” Mu Zixue’s face changed sharply as she stared at Qian Yulu, sensing an ominous storm ahead.

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An Ru Chu slammed on the brakes. Already in a foul mood, she was about to curse when she looked up and saw through the front window a proud, cold face she despised.

Ling Yue nodded, and Wan Yue pressed her hands on the deck, steering the entire ship slowly down toward the riverbank. Gradually, the Crescent Moon docked on the riverbed.

Since leaving the Qian Ye family, Beigong Yue had been like a soulless puppet, wandering aimlessly with no one to rely on.

Wang Zhi wasted no words, grabbing Shen Ci by the collar and, with a bit of force, lifted her into a spinning leap, settling firmly on the horse’s back. He wrapped his arms around her, tilted her chin toward Wang Yue, pulled the reins tight, and the horse galloped off.

Su Li was clearly startled by the sudden attack—after all, they were still near the school, and too many classmates might see.

Long Ji couldn’t be sure who had conjured such thick fog. He wasn’t even certain if the other party was an enemy, so he dared not relax.

Soon, Qian Xi’s mother returned and began cooking in the kitchen. After preparing four dishes, they started eating.

Ming Ling lowered her head helplessly. She didn’t know what fate awaited her but knew she was in grave danger.

Chu Tianze’s expression darkened. His eyes glowed red, and he raised his hand like a raging Asura, unleashing a fierce crimson light.

Tang Weiye’s two friends, a long-haired youth and a bald youth, grew impatient seeing Tang Weiye repeatedly beaten. They lunged at Li Zhiyuan, throwing punches toward his head and chest.

People are like that: when facing a powerful threat, they instinctively grab something to protect themselves, regardless of its deterrent power—unaware that sometimes what they clutch is even more fragile than they are.

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At that moment, he felt a warmth intensifying in his abdomen, like a burning torch. Could it be that the two ancestors within him were making their move? But who could they be?

To put it precisely, this invisible factor was the most critical reason determining the final quality of the dish. The recipe, refined and stripped of excess, was fixed; however, Lin Xiyu and the others’ control over the seasonings and timing was not.

Such attire and honor would surely astonish anyone. Could this figure merely be a guardian, protecting everything behind it? Perhaps it remained still because its activity was limited?

The felt-hat man glared venomously at Sakri. “I’ve been here a while and know the strength of each base.”

With Confucian disciples training in Cangjie script and accumulating noble spirit, these two energies complemented each other. Over time, they unlocked the disciples’ potential and power, rapidly enhancing the strength of figures like Yan Hui and elevating Confucian power to unprecedented heights.

The Lu family members protecting Lu Jiunan’s expression shifted slightly but dared not advance, following from a distance.

Yu Shuting nodded anxiously and was about to speak when Miko patted her arm, stopping her. “It’s okay. Since Jin Mingxin said so, it can’t be her. Don’t worry.” She smiled gently. “You can hold him to sleep tonight. What’s to fear?” She gestured toward Jin Mingxin.

Perhaps she had already left long ago. When she turned back and saw no one, she kept walking, not even answering her phone. Was that so? Lin Tianfan dared not think further.

The back mountain was not far from the town. Though everyone wanted to ride motorbikes, the short distance meant they’d arrive almost immediately—better to exercise the body instead.