Chapter 53 Entering the Dao through Commerce is Also Quite Good

"Hmm."

Su Changling gave a soft nod, and master and disciple instantly lapsed into a long silence.

The mountain breeze occasionally carried wisps of mist, brushing against her cheek as gently as a loved one's caress. After a long moment, Cheng Yingxue managed to subdue the sudden surge of emotion in her chest, lowered her gaze halfway, and let out a long breath.

"…Very well. It is a blessing that Elder Sister has found release. Let us speak of her no more." The young girl reached up to rub her cheeks, deliberately forcing a lighthearted tone as she changed the subject.

The joint government formed by the navy and the revolutionary army operated with the navy functioning as the military as always, while the government was composed of the revolutionaries. As for military funding, naturally, Dragon had the final say.

After taking the Cold Nether Pill and conducting a thorough inspection, Lian Wu paid no mind to the modifications the white-robed youth had made upon it. Once he confirmed that the spiritual pill was genuine, he decisively tossed the jade bottle back to the white-robed youth opposite him.

Even if the target wanted to throw punches, the stun device in the boss's pocket was not just for show. First take a punch from the target, and then bring him down with the stunner—hehe, that even saved the trouble of getting a medical examination report.

A demon infiltrating the Tower of the Sky to assassinate the Western Guardian was a grave matter, but at best, it merely proved that the demon was exceptionally powerful—so powerful that it could bypass the defense systems of the Tower of the Sky.

It was a simple question, yet it contained an uncontainable fury, reaching a pitch where it could erupt at any moment and incinerate everyone nearby.

Moreover, every elder present revered the martial path; if it were merely a matter of family background, Young Master Xu could never have commanded universal respect.

Following this sortie, there had been no further combat. Aside from a few of the more severely wounded soldiers in the infirmary who had successively passed away, the rest were gradually recovering. Those with minor injuries had already left the infirmary long ago.

Lu Ping was greatly startled. If he were striking those pinecones one by one, he was confident he would not miss. But to release several pebbles simultaneously—leaving aside the accuracy—just the precise distribution of force required in his hand to ensure every single pebble struck its respective pinecone was no simple feat.

Who in this world could have foreseen that this introductory fragment would end up in the hands of the Southern China Immortal Venerable, and who could have imagined that the Southern China Immortal Venerable would find himself trapped within the Asura Demon Realm of the Spirit Demon Land, only for Lian Haiping to happen upon him?

Nong Jiangyi, who had tossed and turned all night, led his men up the city walls before dawn. While it was still somewhat dark, making it impossible to discern the movements within the opposing Tang army camp, he could faintly hear the neighing of warhorses from within. Could it be that the Tang army was about to launch a siege?

Before the sky even brightened, the area beneath the staff residential building was already packed with people. Everyone was discussing the massive upheaval at the factory, each worrying about their own future.

"Brother Chang, from now on, you can leave Changqing to Teacher Liu. Just rest assured and help me craft that set of furniture," Hecheng Yu said with a smile.

At that moment, a ripple slowly surged forth from the sky ahead, and across the entire realm, a terrifying power erupted.

Prince Lin was ultimately carried into the house, for his thatched hut had been blown away in the violent wind and rain. Covered in mud and clinging to a large tree beside the ruins of his hut, he had been desperately crying out for help.

The giant dragons over there were flying forward when suddenly, an illusory figure resembling a tiger's head appeared in the sky, and an immortal energy instantly enveloped all of the dragons completely.

Yet how could the Scaled Dragon Hound have known that such a map was hidden here? This question left Chang Xing deeply puzzled. No matter how intelligent a scaled beast might be, it could not possibly know how to search for a map to construct a spiritual array. Clearly, there was someone else behind the scenes.

Having gone through the trials, the members of the Flaming Dragon had gained the most direct understanding of Chen Fan's strength.

Hao and the veterans and giants of the Wuwei Divine Dynasty stood frozen in place, utterly at a loss. The current situation was something they wouldn't even dare to dream of.

At this, Chen Fan's mouth parted into an "o" shape. He stared straight at her, speechless and utterly devoid of a retort.

Tokusaburo had just delivered a bombshell piece of news, and upon hearing it, Lord Sawada was so startled he nearly dropped his phone.

She had just been wondering how she should present herself if she were to see her master, only to be interrupted by Mu Hexyan. Annoyed in her heart, she nevertheless said, "A drop of blood to claim ownership." With those words, Xiao Bu left Mu Hexyan's room.

However, Lin Xi was able to remain calm in the face of fortune, whereas for most people, achieving this was no easy feat.

Even though this was merely an avatar and its destruction would cause no distress nor have the slightest impact on his true body,

two days later, the furnace roared and clattered—it was time for the forging to finish and for this mortal-grade artifact to take shape. At that moment, Shi Leilei's heart was filled with nervous suspense, tinged with a sliver of anticipation. After all, she had spent so much time on the forging, and since it was her first time, her greatest hope was simply to succeed.

Hearing Shi Leilei's words now, how could she not be shocked? Her eyes were fixed intently on Shi Leilei, and Shi Leilei gazed back at her with equal intensity.

Pao Tianming circled the giant condon a few times, while the condor clutched its wings tightly across its chest, eyeing Pao Tianming with utmost vigilance, as if looking at a lecherous wolf. "Brother Condor, I'll take you to a grand feast, an all-meat banquet." The condor turned its head away and ignored him.

Skipping the obscure details, Liu Shaoyang kept it brief and gave a concise summary. Hearing of those strange occurrences in overseas foreign lands, some listeners were amused, some astonished, and others clicked their tongues in wonder. Then someone passed over a large celadon bowl filled with Tusu wine, and the people around took turns stepping forward to offer toasts and congratulations, making for a most lively scene.

Therefore, they naturally knew that for the most powerful Yun weapons, the maximum amount of psychic energy one could input was only ten percent, while others ranged from two to nine percent. According to this percentage, the more energy that could be infused, the more expensive the weapon.

To someone with an inflated sense of self, a tangled mix of inferiority and arrogance, being ignored was the ultimate insult—an insult that humiliated them even more than a direct beating.

After another day of fierce fighting, the remaining tournament zones completed their elimination phases, reducing the thirty million contestants down to just fifteen million.

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The primary distinction between Peking Opera and other theatrical genres lies in the vocal production. When other operas are sung, the throat remains flat, whereas in Peking Opera, the vocalization is raised vertically. This is an immense test of skill; only when one can elevate the voice rather than singing in a plain, unadorned tone can one be considered to have entered the threshold of Peking Opera.