Volume 1, Chapter 62: The Upheaval of the Su Family

Lu Nan's words struck a powerful chord with the Koreans, who cheered loudly and looked immensely proud. Their gazes toward Lu Nan instantly grew much warmer and more affectionate.

Immediately afterward, he felt the origin of his inner vital energy tremble violently, as if it were about to shatter and disintegrate under the unbearable impact. Before his eyes and deep within his mind, the only remaining image was the brilliant, multicolored radiance unleashed the instant the two pillars of light collided.

Maintaining an army of eight million men required over two billion Huayuan annually in military pay alone! This amounted to roughly 50 percent of the federal government's total fiscal revenue for the year 1930. When factoring in the expenses for military training, provisions, and equipment, well over 70 percent of the nation's fiscal revenue was swallowed up. If a war failed to break out for two or three years, the country would inevitably be dragged into utter poverty.

"You foolish younger brother, I told you back then—with a fool like you, you wouldn't even know how you were killed sooner or later. Having said so much to you, you are still too foolish and stubborn to leave."

"It is truly inexplicable; she is neither a saint nor a demon fairy, and even if she were, one shouldn't go asking." He thus sank into a bizarre, contradictory emotional state he had never experienced before, unable to manage it or even understand its root cause.

A gust of cold wind rustled through the forest, and Luo Cheng's fur-lined cape shivered behind his back, as if it had taken on a life of its own.

As he was deep in thought, the ice and snow suddenly broke open, and a burly man poked his head in. Seeing his bare upper body, scorched forehead, and disheveled appearance, yet with a brilliant light shining in his eyes—who else could it be but Qin Zhonghai?

They were finally going to break through the encirclement! Only, it remained unknown whether one myth and two heroes could truly conquer fate.

Japan? Japan indeed seemed like a viable option, but could we arm them? We must remember that we dropped an atomic bomb on them; once their military might is strengthened, will they end up fighting China in the future, or turn around and fight us instead? Regarding this, I cannot be certain.

The deck creaked softly. Qin Zhonghai listened intently, noticing numerous footsteps—there were as many as seven or eight people approaching. Knowing his life hung by a thread, he hurriedly scrambled to his feet, gripped his steel saber, and hid behind the clutter in the cabin.

The mission was about to be executed. Xiahou Yuan, Xiahou Dun, and Cao Ren were all highly skilled martial artists. Putting everything else aside, they were exceptional at fighting and all knew how to ride horses, giving them an extra bit of reliance in dealing with Ma Yuanyi.

Upon receiving this news and the invitation to attend the maiden flight ceremony, Lin Peng's memories inevitably drifted back to his past life.

This time, Song Yuqing returned with a full harvest. Not only did she exceed the recruitment plan of fifty talented individuals, but she ultimately secured twenty extra. For Dapeng General Aviation Company, however, the more, the merrier.

During this process, Lin Peng also felt an indescribable thrill. He felt as though he had transformed into this airliner, soaring freely through the blue skies—the feeling was truly exhilarating.

The famed charred-tail guqin was renowned throughout the ages, hailed as one of the four great guqins of China, which spoke volumes of his extraordinary talent.

The words Chen Dong was about to speak needed to be uttered by the person in charge of the Thunder Department. If he were to discuss this with everyone all at once, with everyone chiming in with their own opinions, they would never reach their goal.

Although she could not yet figure out what use these things might be, given that her relationship with the Lin family had deteriorated to this point, gathering more of their weaknesses and information was always a good idea.

Tu Shan Yinghong did not say much. For the cultivators of the Rejuvenation Camp, not only did they need to inherit the medical Dao arts pioneered by Ziyan, but now they also needed to master the Dao of flora essence so valued by Polygonum multiflorum.

Upon receiving the letter, Zhou Yu was overjoyed and immediately submitted a request to Zhou Shang. Zhou Shang nodded in agreement, assigned troops to Zhou Yu, and let him lead them to welcome Sun Ce across the river.

Wang Bo pondered for a moment. Twenty billion was nothing in his eyes, as many pharmaceutical conglomerates could offer such a price, but that one percent commission took him completely by surprise.

His fervent enthusiasm stemmed from wanting to foster competition among the three guest officials. Only when the alchemy skills of this new batch of disciples reached a certain requirement would he, the master of Yunqing Garden, have the chance to secure a spot to enter the Medicinal Herb Garden; otherwise, why would he go to such great lengths to make others give up the competition?

Ye Fei snapped back to his senses. A-Ying had already pushed a glass of wine in front of him, her pair of phoenix eyes flashing with a cold glint that instantly generated a sense of distance.

After walking for a while, he discovered that the valley was shaped like a gourd. Moving forward a few hundred meters, he found a narrow passageway ahead that could only accommodate two people walking side by side. Just as he was about to step forward, the Tuli rushed to the entrance of the passageway in a single bound, blocking the way with its body.

The man was actually terrified that Yi Chen would flip out, so he instantly stepped in front of An Shiyu, immobilized her with a spell, and used an illusion to create the scene where An Shiyu was slapped across the face.

Grozam watched the solidly frozen lake surface with inward smugness. He had merely exhaled deeply to create this winter wonderland in the middle of scorching summer; surely GUYS would dispatch people here now. It would be best if Mebius himself showed up, otherwise he would just have to make do as a kidnapper.

"Don't act rashly. Even if something happens to me, the Tian family must be preserved." After plunging into despair, Tian Youying instead grew bizarrely calm.

Dulee slowly pushed a sheet of paper containing these details toward "Thumb," his face completely devoid of expression.

When Liu Yandong regained consciousness in a daze, he found only a skinny young man guarding his side. He staggered out into the courtyard and saw Jiang Ning fully armed, sitting at a stone table gazing at the silver moon in the sky, holding a flask of wine and taking gentle sips from it.

Upon receiving Mogu Gu's order, all the Wuhuan people who sensed they were at an appropriate distance subconsciously complied, and even those further away quietly readied themselves.

The two of them stared at the map of China hanging on the wall. The scratch marks Guan Xiaoguan had gouged into the map from top to bottom with his fingernail looked like a cleaving battle-axe, brutally hacking at the two of them and leaving them dizzy, disoriented, and completely lost.

Through drilling troops and farming the land here this year, he felt that farming was not particularly difficult either. If he wanted to fatten his own purse, he still had to manage the Dingling people himself. Wei Lü had made up his mind; if he wanted to return to Dingling, he needed to make preparations early. Now that he was outside with his army, things were much more convenient.

Commander Du's conception was actually quite similar to that of his adversary, Xu Tian: both involved concentrating available forces to encircle and annihilate a portion of the enemy. However, despite Commander Du's sound idea, he was unaware that several of his subordinate reorganized divisions, having captured the arsenal, mistakenly believed their mission was complete and halted any further advances.

His complexion in the mirror was sallow, his eyes turbid, his skin dull and covered in wrinkles—he looked entirely like a sixty-year-old man. How could Shen Fuyuan, who had always been extremely proud of his appearance, ever tolerate such a thing?