Chapter 58 Eliminating a Scourge for the People

As the first rays of morning light broke through, Feng Ruqing had already arrived at the vacant lot on the outskirts of the city.

A gentle breeze swept by, carrying the earthy fragrance of soil, and she could already envision the vibrant scene of reading aloud echoing through the air.

Master Craftsman Li, leading a group of artisans, had been waiting here for a long time. Everyone was rubbing their hands and rolling up their sleeves, eager to get to work.

The command to begin, however, was like a pebble dropped into a calm lake, stirring up nothing but ripples of helplessness.

Master Craftsman Li rubbed his hands together, walking up to Feng Ruqing with an apologetic expression on his face: "President Feng, this... this project..."

"I don't understand what you're talking about. I've had enough of this unlucky place, you Chinese pigs~" Black Tom spewed foul language, while the few American soldiers behind him whistled and made exaggerated facial expressions, clearly not taking Lu Xuehua seriously at all.

Upon receiving Jiuhuang's command, the Heavenly Dynasty's grand army shouted in unison, raising their spears and charging toward the soldiers of Batu.

"I'll feed you." As his voice fell, Jing Mochen freed one hand, picked up chopsticks, and began feeding Qian Ruoruo.

"With one-third of the tank's fuel remaining, plus the additional thirty gallons carried by each vehicle, advancing another one hundred kilometers in combat is not a problem," the deputy battalion commander replied with absolute confidence.

Seeing this scene, the three of them revealed looks of utter shock. Even at their worst, shouldn't the opponent have dodged? Yet the Demon God casually did nothing at all, causing the slashing attack to vanish just before it touched his body.

When Afei looked at that giant snake, it was far from being just the thickness of a cart wheel anymore; by now, it had grown at least twice as large.

Just as this silent curse flashed through Wang Peng's mind, the telephone rang shrilly. Wang Peng raised his chin and glanced at it—it was the landline on Long Yaoyang's office desk.

In the end, Han Shui'er gave Li Xiao a meaningful look, signaling him not to mention that incident to Liu Mingxiu.

Just as everyone's gaze was fixed on Guyu, the sound of a sword ring echoed from the martial arts ring, and a splash of blood flew into the air. Only then did Guyu and the others turn their attention toward the stage.

"Brother—no, I should call you Your Imperial Majesty now!" Feng Lingxue looked at the man radiating an aura of noble dignity.

For instance, the reason she was able to have such a capable assistant as He was due to the secret arrangements made by "Pluto."

This was an offensive puppet that fired arrows at targets through a formation, capable of shooting six consecutive bolts at once with quite impressive lethality.

Even Chongzhen had only ever laid eyes on such a weapon without ever actually owning one, yet Zhang Jingyan now had the audacity to come begging for it. It would be a miracle if that ended well.

Although the reasoning above seemed a bit far-fetched, it was logically self-consistent, so it appeared quite reasonable to everyone else.

Emerging from the LZ player lounge, the only thought shared by everyone in IG was: Fortunately, the winners on our side were us.

The newcomer was in her thirties, well-maintained, wearing a simply styled autumn-yellow court dress, adorned with just a few basic accessories—not too plain, yet exuding a warm and approachable friendliness.

Yet that conversation from that night had deeply imprinted itself in Shen Yunyi's mind, making her firmly remember those two sentences.

However, with no other choice, he could only follow the attendant to the tea room on the first floor of the castle, sipping tea while waiting in peace.

Upon reaching the washroom, Lin Mo stepped into a single stall, drew a Vajra Pill from the porcelain bottle, tilted his head, and swallowed it.

"On the frontier battlefield, with just your little bit of strength, are you planning to go serve as cannon fodder?" Yu Qi said bluntly.

Spirit flora were spiritually attuned entities of this world, the absolute elite among vegetation, and exceedingly rare. Once they reached a certain stage of development, they acquired the abilities of evasion and self-defense, almost always guarded by sentinel beasts nearby.

Lin Jiadong had always greatly appreciated the younger generation; besides, establishing a good relationship with a fierce warrior like Peng San brought no harm to either himself or the syndicate.

The illusion drew to a close amidst a spectacular explosion. When everything faded away, the real Yuki stood before Chu Yusheng.

Just as those words fell, he watched as Shishan fled desperately with that squad of skeleton knights, terrified that if he was even a fraction slower, he would be left behind forever.

Although forming ties with such a youth compromised generational propriety, what did that matter compared to the future of the ancient city's clan?