Chapter 44

Sure enough, a few seconds later, it lunged fiercely at Rhode, raising its massive forelimbs high and bringing down its razor-sharp claws upon him.

As he spoke, Zhu Yuanzhang could not help tilting his head up slightly, his eyes turning slightly red once again. After all, his education of his sons had ultimately been a failure; although four of them had succeeded, his education of this eldest son had failed.

This was truly a rare occurrence. In the past, Rhode's divinity had always been deducted due to the Sea of Pollution; this was the very first time he had gained divinity as a result of purifying the Sea of Origin.

A sudden wave of joy washed over him as he found himself still in his normal human appearance, rather than transformed into a charred, pitch-black, and ugly corpse.

"Why go to all this trouble? Wouldn't it be simpler to just remodel the existing factory?" Fei Yiban asked, unable to understand.

Wu Ming straightened her scattered, dark, and long hair. The corners of her mouth split open like a zipper, forming a wide arc. She seemed to be smiling very happily, yet Li Cunren, Li Dabai, and the other five members of the Mourning Organization present all felt a sudden, bone-chilling dread deep in their hearts.

However, Chinese lock enterprises back then had no prior experience in establishing overseas factories, nor were there any successful precedents to follow in this regard.

Furthermore, even if one were to ask, it remained doubtful whether the deliberately enigmatic Abbot Kongxiang would even be willing to answer. If he were to quote classical scriptures and offer a vague "Buddha says it cannot be spoken," look, the reasoning would entirely be on his side. Once the Buddha was invoked, a mortal like Zhang Zhengyan, who did not even hold an official scholarly title, would have no way to refute him. No matter how one thought about it, it was an utterly unprofitable endeavor.

I believe everyone present can easily understand this scenario. In science fiction films, this is a classic trope.

Since there was already a ladder to ascend to the heavens, how could those with peerless natural talent possibly be content to continue crossing bridges or even feeling their way across the river by stepping on stones?

However, while that was what they said, most of the people here had already moved away anyway. At least along the way, Qin Yu hadn't seen many houses that still showed signs of occupancy inside, though perhaps the residents were simply out attending to matters.

Yet, not only did he need to cope with the calamity of the First Emperor of Qin's resurrection, but he also had to acquire greater protective strength before the even deadlier tribulation—which the Divine Spirit had mentioned was ten times more perilous—befell him.

Suddenly, upon catching sight of a certain hidden secret within it, Shen Yi's mind was violently shaken, and he almost tumbled off the Nine-Winged Netherworld Lion. Steadying his mind and recovering his balance just as he was about to fall, Shen Yi waved his hand to dismiss the borrowed power of the Card System, an expression of undisguised shock lingering on his features.

They had gone out in the morning and did not return until after dinner in the evening. Having spent the entire day sightseeing, the group returned to their respective rooms and collapsed onto their beds, too exhausted to even twitch.

The match continued still, unaffected by the excessive brilliance of the opening bout. After another round of duels, two of the top four contestants in this tournament finally stood alone.

Gently removing the hairclip from the top of her head, Luo Jue pressed down the corner of the bed, then also lay flat near the edge, quietly closing her eyes to rest her mind.

But things were different now; here she had something she cared about with all her heart, something she could not let go of. She simply could not bear to leave.

The surrounding people instantly wore looks of fury. Each glared at Lin Ji with murderous intent, while Qin Feng strode forward, grasping the hilt of his sword directly. A sharp, piercing intent subtly pressed down upon the scene.

At first, the Purple Mansion was misty and shrouded in Primordial Chaos, where time seemed not to exist. In Yang Tian's perception, several epochs had passed, yet the realm of Primordial Chaos remained entirely unchanged.

The old monk suddenly raised his head and stared blankly at the Buddha statue. Influenced by him, the restless commotion in the grand hall gradually subsided, and everyone slowly looked up.

On that day, Fifth Master Gu had assumed that Cheng Enshi would stubbornly cling to his own views and would under no circumstances consent to a marriage between the Gu and Cheng families.

"Chang'an, would you recite the menu once more?" Huo Jing's chopsticks hovered mid-air. Putting them down felt wrong, yet if he reached out, surely he couldn't just pick at that single plate of greens?

Just at that moment, the door of the dungeon was swung open from the outside, and Shaobaixuan, dressed in ostentatious and flamboyant attire, walked in with her head held slightly high.

As the sole child of Mo Fengwu and Di Jing, Mo Fengyi had been showered with boundless affection ever since the moment she was born.

Bai Jiushu silently changed into a set of night-walking attire, slipped quietly out of the manor, and began wandering the bustling streets of the capital.

He was willing to tolerate Lady Zhao, which was proof enough that no matter how much fuss she kicked up, it remained confined to private tantrums and had not yet reached the brink of collapse.

Watching Princess Chengxin jump up and down in fury, Huo Chang'an wanted to laugh yet dared not, choosing instead to share her amusement secretly with the audience in the livestream chatroom.

With that, he hurriedly snatched back one hand—no, one hand wasn't enough, both hands! He quickly covered his backside and fled in an instant.

Seeing the middle-aged man, Murong Qingran, however, conjured a meaningful smile at the corners of her lips—an indescribably eerie expression. "Lord Li, long time no see."

"I am not entirely sure either; I was merely guessing," the plump monk said unhurriedly as he took another sip of wine from his flagon.

Luo Hailing took a deep breath, trying her best to steady her emotions, and said, "Senior Sister Qing'er has vanished, leaving behind only this letter?" Having said that, Luo Hailing glanced at Luo Sihan, picked up the letter in her hand, and handed it over to her.

"Hey, Sheng'er, what is the meaning of this?" Elder Jue raised a hand, and a gentle surge of vital energy directly supported Lin Sheng, preventing him from kneeling.

"Lingxiang, marvelous! You have finally entered the Saint Realm! A Saint at twenty-nine years of age is truly a rarity throughout past and present!" Seeing Dan Lingxiang appear, Gu Qianhuan actually wore a faint smile on his face, his voice calm and even.

"What has happened?" Carilan assumed the stern dignity of a first mate and demanded in a deep voice.

That Tonglingzi unleashed a Five-Spirit Soul-Seizing Grand Palm that was vastly more formidable than Xuanhe's. Xuanhe could not even begin to discern what realm or level of cultivation Tonglingzi truly possessed.

"Shaoshuai, what did Generalissimo Jiang say?" Qi Jianzhao asked anxiously. When they were alone behind closed doors, they still used their old titles from former times.

In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder rolled. The already restless Pacific Ocean became even more tumultuous, and under Lin Xiang's control, the seawater surged hundreds of meters high like wild billows, causing the normally silent Pacific to roar like thunderous booms.

A cold glint flashed in Kilo's eyes. Jessica let out a piercing scream as she watched the pirate drive his dagger toward her father. The other pirate captains simultaneously erupted with battle qi and drew longswords out as if performing magic tricks, slashing fiercely toward Kilo.