Chapter 68: What a Hassle

“This is the place.”

The next morning, three men in sunglasses, dressed in casual attire and carrying small backpacks, arrived at the address Kua Fu had given them the previous night.

“So Palm Island really is an unfinished project? The government just stopped building?”

Zhang Liang couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret as he recalled the half-finished buildings he’d seen along the way. Once completed, this place would have been beautiful…

“I heard they ran out of money; the delay dragged on until now.” Wang Xu shrugged. The financial crisis of 2008 had hit Dubai hard, especially the real estate sector…

Suddenly, he looked around and realized that he was already surrounded by shadows as black as ink.

Beneath that strangely grotesque way of eating, there was actually a rather handsome face. Though a bit shifty, it still exuded a natural charm.

Lin Xuan also glanced at Lin Liang with some surprise. Clearly, Lin Liang’s words hadn’t been part of Lin Xuan’s expectations. Nine years ago in Stone Ghost Town—so, the aftermath really hadn’t been settled back then? If he’d known, he would have dealt with all the people who had been sent out and then returned.

With only a small display of his abilities, he had stunned all the deities present, even the five heavenly-ranked gods in red robes.

Nan Feng said nothing in response. Yan Yin Zi understood human nature well enough to give the cowardly a way out, a fig leaf for those who surrendered out of fear. But he didn’t actually need such a way out, because he never intended to back down.

The Myriad Transformations Origin Bottle’s ability to create perfect puppets was nothing short of miraculous. As long as he found the right entry point and had enough time, Xin Tian felt he could turn every living thing in this absurdly vast river into his perfect puppet.

“I wouldn’t dare lay a finger on someone so close to Elder Li. A moment ago, I saw Elder Li’s soul artifact appear in this man’s hands, so I thought to capture him and return the item to its rightful owner,” Jiao Mu said with a smile, bowing slightly to Xuan’er.

Among all his deadly rivals, only the Assassin’s Guild had the means to operate at this level.

The entire Bright Moon Universe was plunged into despair and terror—before the Eye of Chaos even arrived, countless people had already tasted the dread of an apocalypse.

Director Yu smiled and said, “There’s more than one way, of course, but I’ve thought it over—this is the best option for now.”

It was fortunate that the Jiajing Emperor rarely held court and was hard to meet; otherwise, the censors at the Inspectorate would have become unbearably arrogant.

At this point, Li Shimin no longer wished to speak. As the Grand Marshal of Heavenly Strategy, he knew well the importance of morale on the battlefield. Morale was crucial to any army, and its power, though mystical, could not be underestimated.

In this moment, the fog that had clouded Ning Yuan’s heart for days seemed to lift at last. In truth, after all this time, she didn’t really hold much resentment against Emperor Jingyuan.

Before long, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door, and Zhu Yuanzhang instinctively sat up straight.

In this era, rare items were few, but none were so expensive as to be unaffordable. The shopkeeper was honest, and Yun Nan also wanted the item. After hearing the price, Qin Yuelan nodded in approval.

After stripping one noble family after another, the entire capital descended into chaos. All the ministers scrambled to gather every bit of silver in their homes, eager to turn over the money as quickly as possible.

Returning to the bedroom, he saw his wife sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at a photo of Jiang Yin in her hands, silently weeping.

She would never mistake that button—it was the one she had personally chosen and sewn on herself.

Zhao Changge led Liu Che and the others toward the tomb of Huo Qubing. The closer they drew, the more obvious it became—crowds thickened, and compared to the quiet tomb of Wei Qing, many more people came to pay their respects at Huo Qubing’s grave.

“How could I possibly lose in advanced mathematics this time?” At the mention of losing, Yu Jianian’s face flushed and his neck stiffened in protest.

Feng Lingji looked toward the door; aside from a few servants from the City Lord’s mansion, there didn’t seem to be anyone else present.