Volume One, Chapter 70: The Brat Causes a Calamity, the Old Crone Wants Grain More Than Life

Xiao Yuandong spoke with no lack of pride as he described Liu Di’s myriad abilities, seizing the opportunity to jab at Xie Yi a few times as well. The resentment that had long festered in his heart was suddenly swept away.

“If only my eldest grandson hadn’t died young, he would be about their age now…” The old lady rubbed her eyes.

The heads of the four great families exchanged glances, then sighed in unison. Without a word, they left the room to discuss how best to handle the matter, seeking a way to minimize the trouble it might bring.

The expressions of those caught in the middle changed drastically. The stone door closed—never a good sign. Yet, the door was so heavy that forcing it open was impossible for them.

At that moment, something bizarre occurred: the laborer’s head was pierced straight through by the mercenary’s gun.

Xiao Kuang, too, had reached his peak, and with a fierce cry, he struck back against the descending six-colored divine thunder.

It is said since ancient times: to defend the river, one must first defend Huai; and to defend Huai, Yuzhou cannot be neglected! Indeed, whenever the north and south stand in opposition, control over the military strongholds in this region is the most direct expression of the balance of power between the two sides.

Yang Xuan bowed and offered congratulations. In the presence of an elder whose cultivation spanned endless ages and whose strength was unfathomable, he dared not show a trace of disrespect.

Beneath Liu Yifeng’s feet, the shadowy arms appeared again. Two precious swords gleamed brilliantly in the light of spiritual fire.

Guo Rong, living nearby, seemed well practiced at such tasks. In no time, smoke began to rise from the fire he tended. Standing in the water, Lu Yang suddenly felt he was the least capable of survival among the group. The things others did so easily were utterly foreign to him.

Ymir frowned, failing to comprehend what Srood meant. Srood, however, seemed intent on displaying Sinmora’s body to all, spreading his arms wide. In an instant, Richard narrowed his eyes, catching the fleeting movement.

Ruoshui furrowed her brow. She hadn’t heard any sound, yet she sensed, inexplicably, that there should have been something just now.

Because the two shipping containers were stacked one atop the other, and with no forklift or crane nearby, there was no choice but to rely on manpower. The goods in the lower container would have to be loaded onto trucks and taken back to the resort first; the upper container would be left for the next time.

Milan’s new coach Leonardo spent considerable time adjusting to the team. Though his record against Trapani was poor, in the context of the broader league, Leonardo was quite a capable manager. Milan now sat in third place, solidly within the top four.

Throughout the match, Team Max maintained a dominant lead, but due to a crucial mistake by their jungler Bee during the final dragon fight, Team O seized the key objective and wiped them out, pushing straight through to destroy the high ground tower in a stunning reversal.

Fortunately, the weapons Zhang Zhao procured were of the highest quality, surpassing even military blades in all aspects—a testament to craftsmanship honed over thousands of years.

Seeing his lingering confusion, she smiled sweetly and revealed her plan: to use herself as bait. When the iron ring let down its guard, Ark would launch a sudden attack and finish him in a single blow.

Ragesalon then continued issuing orders to the generals of various nations. While he didn’t hold the declining old empire of Auckland in much regard strategically, he was meticulous in tactics, deploying each ally according to their strengths to maximize the coalition’s advantage.

It was extraordinary— even top figures at the seventh tier of the Distant Shore Realm found it nearly impossible to seize the throne of the Sovereign King.

“Let’s not talk about that now. That should be the top of the tower, shouldn’t it?” Noel pointed to the central staircase leading upward, noticeably different from the side stairs they’d seen before. This one, set in the very center, stood out at a glance.

Aside from the one bitten by Potato, those who did not protest were all tossed out by Cloud City, one after another like dumplings. Cloud City’s control was precise—not enough to break their limbs, but enough to leave them in bewildering pain.

Driving slowly, Lucy extended two fingers to Cloud City. Feeling the cigarette between her fingers, a smile crossed her lips. After lighting it, she watched as Cloud City, seated in the back, rolled down the window and silently smoked. The tenderness in Lucy’s eyes returned.

First, the nature of the Ten-Storey Demon Tower was unique; its power depended on how many living souls it consumed. Each activation required countless sacrifices, arousing public wrath. Without the strength to defend oneself, it was unwise to use it.

For some reason, upon seeing that dark face, a wave of dread swept through me. My instincts warned me again.

“No, this isn’t a suitable place. Please leave!” Second Dream was adamant; she simply did not want Fang Cheng to stay.

Yu’er let out a cry of amazement, shooting into the sky to stare intently at the descending Lunar Nether Radiance.

“So this is the famed Great Azure Tree?” Ike turned to his companions, who were too stunned for words, then glanced at Novartis, lost in rapture.

Mo Chen said joyfully, “Our sect leader has always been public-spirited, warm-hearted, and quick to right wrongs—truly a chivalrous hero of old. Moreover, he treats his elders with utmost respect, cherishes friendship, and is among the rare outstanding youths in history.”

Previously, one kilogram of meat could only yield ten cans of meat. Now, even poor-quality meat that no one wanted could be made into a hundred barely edible cans per kilogram.

Only then did Lü Qiancheng realize that at some point, a makeshift defense had been set up at the camp entrance. A dozen soldiers were fiercely attacking the enemy.

Yet, during wartime—or when war is imminent—arrangements like these become highly inappropriate.

Torn by indecision, the Sword Knight, Rainbow Moth, and Wu Man’er arrived at the Southern Gate. The Sword Knight soon realized his worries were excessive, for upon entering, the group unexpectedly encountered Dance Fairy.