Volume 1, Chapter 50: Is It Another Coincidence?

The man in black shoved Chen Xing toward the living room and shut the door behind him. It was only then that Chen Xing noticed another man in black inside—a tall, heavily muscled fellow sitting comfortably on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Wang Xiuying naturally knew nothing of the events transpiring within the Xuanping Earl’s Mansion. However, because many people had witnessed Chen Pingxuan fainting at the front gates upon his return, the news quickly spread far and wide.

Yet Madam Lin lacked any real intelligence; she never bothered to consider that if her second son had no prospects, would she ever have allowed him to marry him?

Certain that there was no immediate danger, he stepped toward the platform. Though his expression remained calm, his pace did not slow in the slightest.

With her hair done up, Wang Xiuying looked a bit more solemn than her years warranted, yet she retained the playful charm proper to her age.

From the intelligence brought back by Wang Yizong, things were not as she had imagined—that Fang Heyi had prepared in advance. Rather, the Emperor had happened to bring up their marriage, leading the conversation in a direction that prompted the Emperor to bestow a marriage decree.

In truth, they had already checked their own injuries and found nothing too serious; a brief period of rest and recuperation elsewhere would suffice.

He resumed reviewing the footage captured by the other cameras prior to the crash and activated the analysis function of the drone control software. Finally, the screen froze on a blurred image. After a brief period of automated processing by the software, a clear picture emerged.

Master Chen and the eldest young master departed together. Seeing that neither Madam Chen nor her daughter-in-law had any intention of leaving just yet, Tianxing instructed the servants to prepare a meal.

Anle naturally could not comprehend the concept of a sense of ownership, yet this did not diminish her curiosity toward the various wonders displayed by Blackstone Town. With optimistic and proactive citizens alongside a stern and disciplined military force, what kind of lord could possibly achieve all of this?

Neither of them were ordinary individuals; they must have long been accustomed to facing danger during their missions. No doubt they would pull through.

Another three and a half million. As soon as these words were uttered, Chen Jianfeng nearly choked with suppressed fury.

Amidst his shock, Su Mu’s Miyamoto had intended to loop around for a flank attack, but realizing that even with Han Xin he could not defeat Bai Qi and Marco Polo, he abandoned the idea of a pincer movement.

On one hand, Sophia the Whisperer—due to Adam and the Duchy of Thornflowers—had grown increasingly close to the Elven race; on the other hand, the Elven race had resided within the Elven Forest for ages, preventing many goods from the human world from flowing into their domain.

The Hua Xia powerhouses on the battlefield and the experts emerging from the secret realms were locked in fierce combat with the surrounding insects while simultaneously paying close attention to the duel between the two strongest figures on the Hua Xia Military God Rankings.

Sun Sihai had been somewhat terrified by Meng Fan’s beating, and furthermore, his gun had already been confiscated by Meng Fan. A firearm was a man’s courage; without it, his boldness had largely drained away.

Prompted by Lin Haifeng, Fran also snapped back to attention. Watching the menacing Sea King and Scary charging fiercely toward them, Fran froze time for the two of them, turning them into immovable wooden statues while opening fire, and at the same time transmitted his voice to Lin Haifeng.

From the bottom of my heart, I firmly believed Ugliness’s words, but since the opportunity had presented itself, I also wished to put it to the test.

Yet whether it was Qi Lin or Cheng Yanqiu, upon seeing that ferocious and terrifying face, their hearts felt immensely relieved. After bustling about for so long, teetering on the verge of failure on multiple occasions, the battle for this City of Steel had finally drawn to a close.

There was no helping it; anyone who managed to recruit a peerless warrior of the Three Kingdoms era like Xu Chu—a paragon of absolute loyalty and righteousness—would surely be grinning from ear to ear.

This was a freight train used for transporting flour by the "Golden Wheat" company, an agricultural enterprise directly controlled by a consortium alliance. It operated sixteen large underground farms, accounting for over fifty percent of the flour production in the East and South China regions.

With that, a crimson light flared in her eyes, and the Drifting Snow Sword gleamed with a chilling brilliance that clearly reflected her silhouette.

A wisp of pale blue smoke curled within the incense burner. In the carved and painted Ziyan Palace, Situ Qingyin and Murong Ziyan listened to the account, clenched their fists, and rose to their feet.

The Wind Lord waved a hand, motioning for him to proceed without hesitation. In truth, he knew he could not stop Jiang Huo, and moreover, he had previously promised that everything would be fine.

As for this so-called Lion Claw style, he had never even heard of it; it was simply the king of all amateur frauds.

Having just been abruptly hurled down by Hongxiang, he had been left dizzy, disoriented, and completely spinning. Even now, he remained somewhat dazed and unable to comprehend the situation.

Upon returning to his tent, Lu Zhan found Qiao Dayu and Gu Bai occupied—one busy reporting the situation and arranging follow-up operations, while the other rushed off to procure spiritual stones for Lu Zhan.

"I believe the time has come. We have already been sufficiently lenient toward Qin, but he continues to push our limits. This time, he must pay the price," said the male voice that had spoken first. Although the voices were electronically synthesized, the Speaker could still detect a trace of murderous intent within them.

Fortunately, this atmosphere did not spread. Remembering her own business, and realizing there was an aunt experienced in household affairs right here, Wei Yue felt it would be quite a waste not to seek her guidance on a matter or two.

Gu Qingsheng had grown up in a less-than-affluent family, and the hardships endured by his parents constantly reminded him that changing his destiny required effort several or even dozens of times greater than that of others.