Sixty-one Whales

In the same back hall as yesterday, Han Kui ordered his retainer Chu Zhuang to lead trusted men to guard all surrounding strategic routes. After attendants served simple tea, the entrance was strictly sealed off.

He felt excruciating pain but could not even scream, for his throat had been crushed by Ye Chen, leaving him utterly voiceless.

However, Tang Juexiao was not that despicable. Jack Ma had simply failed to secure funding domestically at the time and thus accepted international investment. Which of the major domestic internet companies nowadays hadn't been built on foreign capital?

Fortunately, Shopkeeper Wang was not present at the moment; otherwise, he would have undoubtedly driven this "old swindler" away without a second thought.

"Ghostblade, how did you get this information about us?" Millie asked, shocked and somewhat flush with anger.

On the other side of the homestead, a chubby man was waiting. When he clearly saw Chen Bing's appearance, he couldn't help but curse out loud.

She easily reached the ninety-point standard of Su Yuan and Li Qingcheng. If she were to put on proper clothes and style her hair nicely, she might even overshadow both Su Yuan and Li Qingcheng.

She hurriedly jumped to the floor and rushed into the restroom, whereas Diana, with her blond hair and blue eyes, hardly ever bothered with makeup.

Yan Wei decisively stood up, walked to the edge of the high platform, and gave a light cough, finally drawing everyone's attention—including Meteor's—toward him.

Could they really compete for business with China by relying on Vietnam's property speculation, where the house-price-to-income ratio was defying the heavens? It still felt unfeasible. It was equally drinking poison to quench thirst, no different from competing with China. Attempting to emulate South Korea or Japan would be even more difficult for them.

Old Lady Qiao said with a smiling face, but her peripheral vision caught sight of Qiao Ruyi and the two others, and the smile on her face instantly faded.

Yang Fengqing and Shao Chenghao escorted Luo Daguang and his party all the way to the main gate, watching their carriage disappear around the corner.

Half of the first batch of personnel were either being supported or carried into the assembly hall, while the other half, though capable of walking on their own, looked precarious and on the verge of collapsing.

Cui Liu replied, "It was the eunuch by His Majesty's side who came to tell me. Third Prince's Consort, what do you think we should do?"

Shi Hao wore a gentle smile, and his spring-breeze-like words made all the spectators feel quite at ease. Anyone unaware of the truth would have thought that Shi Hao and Kim Yi-seok were the best of friends.

Qiu Zitong had developed feelings for him that surpassed the bond between master and disciple; this had been evident last night when he saw a maturity in her eyes far beyond her usual demeanor.

Nie Qinghuan offered no resistance whatsoever, simply letting him pull her into his embrace and refusing to let go even after they sat down.

Under the extremely unfavorable circumstances of having blockades ahead and pursuers behind, they broke through the heavy encirclement and escaped.

Ling Jiulin was furious that he had actually been sparring as a practice partner for someone else. Ye Lingyue's swordsmanship had been clumsy at first, but she grew increasingly skillful with every moment.

"No, no, no, Sister Yun, I was wrong. Please forgive me, I promise I won't ever dare to tease you again!" Feeling the faint, vexed annoyance radiating from Lu Liuying's cool and elegant face, Yu Chuling hurriedly shook her head and pleaded for forgiveness.

Once his spiritual awareness entered the Divine Realm, he wasn't boasting—even if he encountered Qi Qi in this Abyss Sword Mountain, he could defeat her with relative ease. After all, she wasn't some freakish monster like Dao Chengkong. Yet given his current predicament, even if he could win, he would likely lack the strength to fight anyone else.

Whenever people mentioned Mu Qiu, they thought of her master, Mo Yanxi. Back then, Mo Yanxi had broken through to the Tribulation Transcendance realm at the mere age of two thousand, and by now his cultivation had reached the late stage of Tribulation Transcendance, meaning he could ascend to the heavens at any moment.

Zhu Linjiang thought to himself that things were looking ominous. He did not bother to deny it, for denial was useless; the land of Bashu surely possessed Immortal Kings proficient in the art of divination, and waiting for them here explained everything.

During their last encounter, not only had Lin Zichen demonstrated exquisite medical skills and a noble medical ethos, but he also possessed certain techniques of utilizing vital energy for healing. One could say that even Kong Wanfang would not dare to call himself a grandmaster in front of him.

With a soft chuckle, the assistant couldn't help but blush instantly. She then hurriedly poured out the tea in the cup, rinsed it anew, and poured a fresh cup.

He couldn't fathom what was worth sitting on in that chair made entirely of white bones, or why anyone would sacrifice everything—save for their life—to trade for it.

At this rate, it probably wouldn't be long before he soared straight to the twelfth tier of Heavenly Immortality, and who knew when he might break through to the Golden Immortal realm while casually chatting with someone.

Wu Degui felt an urge to curse aloud, and Yang Mu felt equally amused. A regional marketing general manager had just been fired by you, and yet you claim you aren't meddling or giving arbitrary directions?

High-grade spiritual artifacts like flying ships could not be claimed through simple blood-bonding like spirit swords; they required refining and claiming ownership using one's very own heart's blood, which usually necessitated someone else standing guard to protect the process. Mu Qiu began by forcing out a drop of heart's blood and dripping it onto the flying ship.

With a sudden pull, he hurriedly stepped back a foot, "Clang!" He swung the door shut, latching the other door of the room.

The Master fell somewhat silent. The child was very kind-hearted, maintaining a benevolent nature even when facing soul beasts. He only hoped she wouldn't be too kind, lest it harm herself and those she loved.

"Yiyi, I've told you before that even when helping everyone, you must mind your own health. Look at you now, completely exhausted." Xue Shi immediately stepped forward to support Luo Yiyi, deliberately uttering words of reproach about how Yiyi didn't know how to take care of herself.

All the teams had entered the arena. Accompanied by Emperor Xue Ye taking his seat on the VIP platform, Ning Fengzhi, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and Salas, the Platinum Bishop of the Heaven Dou Empire's Spirit Hall, took their seats alongside him.

Hearing Lei Shaoxuan raise this question and catching him covertly winking toward the side, I followed his gaze and saw that the guests at the neighboring two tables were also looking right at us.

Earth's Gaia consciousness was distinctly the collective consciousness formed by all living circles on the planet—including bacteria, moss, seaweed, and every single animal.

Great General Li was old after all, with more than half of his body already sinking into the netherworld; he was hardly worth worrying about.

Qin Su could already be considered a veteran, yet she was acting like a novice starting out, able to play only the simplest games.

For the first time, Qin Su felt that she was a rather failed friend; it seemed she had never truly understood or cared about Song Wan.

"Squad Leader, may I ask how long it took you to memorize all this stuff?" Andy, sitting next to Rogers, asked curiously.

At any rate, that blood-jiaolong had completely dissolved the sword intent. The Demonic True Monarch was just about to counterattack when Mo Tianwei unleashed a few more sword strikes. Relying purely on spiritual perception, one could sense that those sword intents were exceedingly formidable.