Volume One, Chapter 57: Food Poisoning

"...Where is Xu Zixuan?" After thinking for a long time, I still cared about this pretty boy.

Why didn't he come with Su Qingya?

Logically speaking, this was a prime opportunity for him to flaunt his superiority in front of me; he shouldn't have missed it.

"Zixuan... he's also lying in a hospital bed," Su Qingya said with a rather unsightly expression. "He knew he had anemia, yet he still insisted on pushing himself."

So Xue Qing took Fu Qiqi into the car. As soon as she got in, Fu Qiqi saw Sheng Jun sitting in the front passenger seat.

Since they were now in the mortal realm, Mo Junfeng had volunteered to change his name, so they decided to help him come up with a new one.

"If you keep tickling me, I'm going to get mad!" Ye Yifan covered her belly with a defensive expression, glaring fiercely at him. The man grabbed her hands, pinned them above her head, and yanked her clothes open.

"I haven't seen enough, I could never see enough." The man's eyes burned with obsession as he continued to gaze at her, making no other movement. Yet, his infatuation was written entirely in his phoenix-shaped eyes, resembling an ancient fire of love that had been burning for a thousand years.

"Brother Jingran, thank you. I thought you had given up on me..." Inside the car, Lan Qianruo gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, unable to stop herself from collapsing against Shi Jingran and weeping.

No one would ever know that at the very moment she decided to marry Fang Musheng, she and Jiang Yuanheng were still deeply in love with each other.

When he left, he had only asked for a three-day leave. Since an important meet-and-greet was scheduled for these past two days, Ou Qike was likely calling now to confirm whether he would be able to attend.

"It's a bit rushed today, so there's no accompaniment," Fu Qiqi said apologetically, though there was something else she left unsaid.

"Underfed." The soldier from the special forces of the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty, covered in paint, turned around and hurried away.

"Wenzhou, if you are unwilling to speak of it, would you mind demonstrating it right here so that I, the Sect Master, may witness its power?" Seeing Jian Yi sit down, Master Xuanqing turned his gaze toward Wenzhou and smiled faintly.

Although the Chinese had made a rather peculiar request—hoping to hire Captain Leslie Skinner from the U.S. Army Ordnance Department's Aberdeen Proving Ground to serve as a two-year consultant for small arms testing in Chinese factories, and were willing to offer the Ordnance Department a friendly donation of two hundred thousand US dollars in return—

"If my Nascent Soul spatial dimension is large enough, wouldn't I be able to move the entire Fengwu Sect inside?" Lin Feng suddenly came up with this idea.

The conflict between these two nations stemmed primarily from the struggle for trade hegemony in the Western Mediterranean. The appetite for wealth among these commercial city-states was insatiable, and they were determined to secure a unique and absolute monopoly over trade.

One must realize that in exchange for this fleeting hundred-percent bodily clarity, the sacrifice he made was his own physical body.

They only wanted three recruits—individuals who were highly motivated, possessed superior combat skills, and had a bandit background? No. Ordinary citizens wronged by the Japanese puppet forces? No. They wanted only members of the Anti-Japanese United Army. Furthermore, after repeated questioning, prolonged intimidation, and a thorough background check on their families, the final selection was made.

After a brief discussion inside, the high-ranking officials essentially agreed. What the other party wanted was of little consequence anyway; if they had truly been determined to seize it by force, given their capabilities, the Yankees would have had no choice but to hand it over immediately.

Ten seconds later, only about thirty Japanese soldiers remained, crawling and rolling as they fled behind ridges and ditches, never daring to show their faces again.

"I want to break the seal on this weapon." With that, Spade reached into his cloth bag and pulled out the piece of equipment they had retrieved from the swamp chest—the Curse-Engraved Stiletto sealed in mire.

In other words, if China were to halt its tungsten ore exports, these Western powers would be left completely helpless, with nowhere else to purchase it even if they wanted to.

Upon hearing this news, Liu Bei felt as though a thunderbolt had struck from the heavens; his mind instantly plunged into chaos. He hurried back to Liu Yu and Liu Fei to share the intelligence with them.