Volume One, Chapter 44: The Migrating Villa and the High-Voltage Grid

When they finally reached the village, Ji Youyi steadied herself against the cart frame as she climbed down. Her waist ached so intensely she could barely stand straight, and the bumpy journey had left her dizzy and disoriented.

Then, she went out to boil chicken soup for her! Having given birth to twins, she needed to properly nourish herself. No wonder her belly had been so large during the pregnancy.

There were no incidents along the way, and Tang Xuanzang’s team entered Gongzhou City without a hitch. After being hosted by local officials for a few days, they set off again and arrived safely at Hezhou Garrison.

Hardly had he settled into his focus when Li Zhishi heard a commotion erupt from the Chen residence in front of him. Immediately following, two shadows darted out, one after the other. With his current level of judgment, he could naturally discern that the slender figure in the lead was undoubtedly Mu Qin.

It was a little past four in the afternoon, still some time before dinner. Fat Old Wang and a few of the cooks and waiters were chatting in the shade by the entrance. As soon as they saw Chen Zui return, they all stood up to greet him.

Wu Song took a piece of fatty pork, fried it into cracklings, crushed them in a plate, mixed them with lettuce and fruit, and stirred the whole mess together.

As the tall, thin man charged up the hillside, before he could find his footing, Wu Song flew his right foot out, kicking the branch from the man’s hand. Crouching slightly, he launched a sweeping leg kick, intent on knocking him down.

Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks covered in red marks, and a thin line of blood trickled from a wound beneath her torn sleeve.

Because the cause of Su Shaoying’s illness could not yet be determined, the doctors dared not prescribe any medication for treatment. They could only administer painkillers or provide medicine to alleviate her pain and replenish her blood and energy.

"That is the benefit of having connections. You’ve been in this industry for so long, why don't you understand this principle yet? What matters in this circle isn't strength, but connections. As long as you have someone backing you, you never have to worry about a lack of opportunity."

To live with dignity, one needs reform. Any form of experimentation is worth encouraging. Even if it ultimately fails, it remains worthy of respect.

His first contact with Liu Qitai was during negotiations with Guo Weijian, the general manager of Tiancheng Company. Liu Qitai was a skilled driver and a loyal, honest man. After interacting with him a few times, Shen Tong developed a particularly favorable impression of him, which was why he usually brought Liu Qitai along whenever he went to the countryside.

He looked at me in the mirror, his brows furrowing slightly. He moved his lips as if wanting to say something, but in the end, he remained silent.

The truth was, he was difficult to control, or rather, his personality and conduct clashed with Li Batian’s, and he was not favored by him. If he was being heavily relied upon now, it was only due to the force of circumstances.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" Miyamoto Keiko, standing to the side, clearly noticed Ye Tian’s momentary lapse and couldn’t help but remind him; otherwise, it would be quite troublesome.

Yet Gu Zhao remained firm, offering no explanation. Minister Liu quickly reported to the highest-ranking leaders, and combining the opinions of several economic experts, it was decided to mobilize the strength of the entire nation to brace for this financial storm, which was still merely a matter of speculation.

"Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean others can't do it." This involved classified information, so Piao Wuzong was naturally not foolish enough to reveal it.

"It’s not that Yuan Gonglu is unwilling to risk his original capital; it’s that he has other plans!" After ensuring the surroundings were secure, Huang Yan lowered his voice to say.

Cao Cao had purchased a house in the city for the esteemed Cai, and after the old comrade moved out, the eastern courtyard was left completely vacant.

Indeed, the Party Committee represented by Jian Suidang had expressed its stance: they would not take action against Cao Dingbang, but this posed a significant dilemma for Yue Haige regarding how to appease the charity organization. Gu Zhao’s point was clear: this matter had to be resolved by Yue Haige himself; neither Gu Haoran nor Gu Zhao should be offering advice on it.

Scattered here and there were a few "nail houses"—a term for the dwellings of the lowest-class prostitutes. Their clients were mostly mere laborers and drifters. Money was exchanged for services, transaction by transaction; there was no genuine warmth, only a base, physical trade.

He understood very well that while the world ostensibly spoke of freedom, autonomy, fairness, and justice, in reality, the vast majority of human relationships were nothing more than mutual exploitation.

"Rest assured, the laws of the Myriad Races are laws, and they are naturally applied equally. They will not favor the strong, nor will they oppress the weak. On the contrary, the laws of the Myriad Races hold the strong to even stricter standards!" Having developed a bit of goodwill, Lan Tian’s somewhat presumptuous actions were no longer an issue. Venerable Feng nodded and said solemnly.

The news had been sent the night before. Yan Chi was not surprised by this move from the Emperor. He had taken Qin Wan away from the capital, and the Emperor would have realized his intent immediately. Rather than waiting for him to reach Shuoxi and take control of the Shuoxi Army, it was better to preemptively label him a traitor. With that charge hanging over him, he would face untold hardships on his journey.

The Knight King Salvatore Doni and the others had already returned. If they were to see this scene, what would they think of him?

After the initial rage subsided, Lan Tian’s thoughts became clearer. The truth he had learned earlier was so terrifying that he no longer fully trusted the City of Renji.

Gu De threw himself into training without hesitation. He knew that in the current situation, his opponents in the Qin Super League were studying and defending against him as if he were a heavyweight foreign player. He had to constantly improve his skill level to ensure a greater influx of mental energy.

Lying on the dragon-skin sofa, Wu Liang was enveloped by a beam of guiding light. A pulling force took hold of him, and in an instant, he vanished from the world of cultivation.