Volume One, Chapter 53: Scarcity Marketing, the Whole City Scrambles!

Fuxi’s hands never stopped, and the music of the zither still echoed, countless notes transforming into divine weapons and mystical abilities, separating all those engaged in combat.

An Nan walked to the window, looking out at the bustling construction of the base. “Based on this, then in our current situation, first of all, is it possible that someone who bore a grudge against Zhao Xing is trying to use yesterday’s incident to divert everyone’s attention, so that after Zhao Xing’s death, he is not the first person we’d suspect?”

Yu Fei was surprised—he had thought the other had come before him to show off, to put him in his place. Yet, hearing those words, Yu Fei was taken aback.

On the afternoon of the sixth day, the team finally looped around to the rear of the enemy camp. Apart from a dozen or so who were ill and a few who were injured from falls, they had suffered almost no losses.

Cao Zhi openly called her “sister-in-law” in front of Cao Zhongyi, and seeing that Cao Zhongyi showed no special reaction, Zheng Han felt another secret surge of delight.

Before long, the Holy Son once again revealed his true divinity, while the old monk of Great Bamboo Temple was on the verge of collapse, clearly at the end of his strength.

“Do you mean to say that leaving you here in the polar region means you cannot do anything meaningful?” The Ice Emperor’s elegant brows knitted together in displeasure.

After yesterday’s battle, Pu Hu thought these government troops were no great matter, no stronger than Pan Xi’s armies of the past. Yet today, they had taken the initiative to attack, challenging them right outside Ge Liang’s camp.

“A high-level Semi-Saint… Above the Semi-Saint is the Supreme Saint, the rank of Saint. This means my power is still lacking by a great margin.” Emperor Qitian weighed this in his heart—in the Mighty World of Thunder, as the foremost god, he naturally possessed extraordinary pride, for his strength was indeed formidable.

Thus, he paid close attention to entertainment news from Korea. TL was among them, and in a Japanese broadcast, TL’s new comeback song was introduced, with the group described as one of the most anticipated acts to debut in Japan.

“You stay here and guard with your men. The rest, come with me and search inside!” Wang Renzhe also felt something was off. With such a big fire, not a single person had escaped—could they really have chosen to burn rather than flee, or had they truly vanished into thin air?

“At such a young age, with such monstrous cultivation, mastering so many professions—you're truly a prodigy among prodigies…” At this moment, Yun Xiang Mushroom Girl spoke up.

She smiled, for she wished to thank him—it was he who had let her taste the flavor of love. Sadly, by the end, that love had grown as bitter as black coffee.

A golden dragon’s phantom suddenly shot out from within his flesh, roaring thunderously. He soared into the void, his eyes blood-red, exuding a domineering presence that made his entire body shimmer with golden light.

“Please, gentlemen, hear me!” Yuan Kui handed the candle to his servant and unfurled a silk scroll before the assembly. Though the writing was hard to make out, the large red seal at the lower left corner of the silk was unmistakable.

“Best not ask too many questions. Wait a few minutes until I settle this, then we’ll talk,” Long Tianyi said, turning back with a sharp gaze toward the magical beast ahead.

Lianxiang’s words moved Changyue Xiao’e deeply; she felt he was a man of responsibility, someone who made her feel safe.

After hearing his father speak like that, he actually felt nervous. Could his father be about to scold him? He didn’t recall doing anything wrong of late.

“You see? No one heard what I shouted. Wang Zhong, don’t go blaming an innocent man.” Though he found this method shameful, Wang Feng knew it was the best way to deal with Wang Zhong.

Jun Yang frowned and asked inwardly, resolving that he must not let the demon realm succeed; if they did, Jun Yang would be too ashamed to face the world.

“The stone and the island are connected; it’s unbroken for at least twenty meters down,” Kirit saw at a glance what he intended.

“She’s a tiger, but I’d happily be eaten by her, hehe!” Wang Dapeng grinned with satisfaction.

“Chen Xiang, show your true face—let’s give our boss Gao a little shock,” Zhu Tian instructed with a hint of pride.

Another wolf lunged at them, this one with several gaping holes in its belly, howling as it crashed to the ground, still alive, writhing in pain.

Luo Yang was a cultivator of the sixth-tier Dragon Vein; even seventh-tier practitioners dared not meet his palm head-on.

Though the human and demon realms had vastly different customs, the bond between mother and child was the same everywhere—instinctive, unalterable affection, eternal as the heavens and earth.

“Hall Master Lin, let's dispense with the idle talk. Everyone’s busy—let's get to the point,” Jiang Tianchen said with a gentle smile.

Cautious by nature, Lü Liang had only dared to venture out of the mountain stronghold because of a spirit artifact powered by a spirit stone; no matter what martial expert he faced, none could match the might of a spirit artifact.

“Since you two brothers have made up your minds, I shall say no more,” Li Yuanji said after some thought.

Fortunately, Guangzhou truly lived up to being China’s third-largest city by GDP. The man before him was not only highly skilled, but seemed to know exactly what Tang Juexiao needed and what he feared.

It turned out that while Red Nian was lost in thought, Mo Tian had used the Icy Soul Cold Sword to lay a binding spell around Zhekan.

After Li Bai finished speaking, he beckoned to Chenchen, and the two whispered a few words to each other. Then, Chenchen stood up and gave Li Bai an adorable military salute.

“Qingqing will be transferring from the Clinical Department to intern with us in the Cosmetic Surgery Department. Let’s welcome her,” Chen Hao began to clap, and the others followed suit, though rather half-heartedly.

At the same time, this policy would force investors to grit their teeth and hang on, but if they're to persist, continual investment is required. Yet, without returns, it clearly won’t work. They’ll inevitably try every method to open new markets and increase revenue, ensuring they can last to the fourth or fifth year.

The older one gets, the harder the path of cultivation becomes; he had to put in several times the effort of the young just to maintain his level. While he was cleansing his body with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the aura around him suddenly vanished, and a suffocating sensation like drowning made him sway, almost falling from the wooden post.

The events in Pingma Village made him suspicious—someone had actually managed to withstand the Death Tree from Hell.

Although some popularity had returned, there were only two thousand commoners, most of whom were passing merchants.

That winter was colder than most. The lotus harvesters, racing to finish their work before the season truly set in, finally completed a year’s labor. The once-crowded West Lake was now all but deserted.