Volume 1, Chapter 33: If You Lack Funds, Just Sell the Manor

Cheng Wenyuan turned to look at Cheng Jinxi, a flicker of coldness in his eyes as he recalled his grandmother's words from that day.

"Jinxi, tell me the truth. Did you put the poison in the powder? Is Yue'er—is she like this because of you?"

"No!"

Seizing the opportunity, Wang Feng kicked Klin in the stomach. Klin was sent flying backward, and Wang Feng released his grip. Klin sailed a great distance before landing back-first on the arena floor.

Wu Sangui had guessed correctly. The moment his war drums sounded and the cavalry charged, the other three commanders were caught off guard. Ma Ke, in particular, was stunned; he was the commander-in-chief, yet the offensive had begun without his order.

The gaunt black man driving the vehicle had assumed no one would notice him at such a moment. He would charge in, and with a thunderous boom, his life would end—but his family would have their livelihood secured, which was, in its own way, his heart’s desire.

Because the ferocious beast was determined to resist, Yi Jianfeng had to exhaust every ounce of his strength to pull it into the Myriad-Changing Dimension.

"Haha, I told you our Thirteen wouldn't go down that easily!" Wang Hui, standing nearby, burst into laughter.

He Jingheng’s eyes lit up as he listened, filled with admiration for Yang Jun, a true man who danced on the edge of a blade—a hero who staked his life for fortune. Every man harbored such a heroic complex in his heart, and the stories Yang Jun told set He Jingheng’s blood racing.

Yao Yayao could hardly believe his eyes. He desperately wanted to know exactly where he had gone wrong on his paper.

The fireball and mushroom cloud from the nuclear explosion engulfed Wang Feng and the others. Nations watching the scene via satellite stared at their screens, unable to blink.

"I’m sorry, I don’t know your Young Master Lin," Butterfly Orchid frowned, looking displeased but refraining from an outburst.

"He usually comes back once a month, but it’s hard to say for sure," the old woman replied.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The Ming soldiers on horseback raised their muskets and fired at the Japanese pirates who had slid to the base of the wall or were preparing to descend. In the span of a few breaths, more than twenty pirates were dead.

"He is the one Vice Mayor Han met the day Deputy Bureau Chief Qiao led me through the roadblock," Song Xiaodong explained.

Seeing the reaction of everyone present, An Liang did not get angry; instead, he laughed. He had anticipated their response and was not the least bit surprised.

Suddenly, the hundred or so surrendered soldiers beside Shang Kexi snapped to attention, opening their throats to roar with excitement.

Inside the thatched hut, it was deathly quiet. The old madam lay against the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Beside her sat Hua Yan, her forehead bloodied and her appearance disheveled. With tears in her eyes, she held a silk handkerchief, gently wiping the blood from the corner of the old madam’s mouth, looking utterly consumed by guilt.

"My child, what is happening?" At that moment, Mother emerged, looking bewildered as she gazed at the scrapyard that had suddenly appeared outside their door.

If Xu Xiao had used his sword-control technique while his spiritual energy was at its peak, he might have been able to inflict some substantial damage on the black snake.

The Jade Goddess shook her head, watching these people brimming with vigor. She figured they had been stifled for too long, and now that they had a rare chance to display their talents, none of them had any intention of sleeping. She herself, however, could barely keep her eyes open.

If the peak-suppressing incantation of Wind Spirit Mountain was characterized by agility and grace, then the Wuji Phantom Steps were defined by exquisite technique and speed, while the Nether Ghost Steps were known for their uncanny, unpredictable movements.

This news was like a thunderbolt, once again causing Duke Tribweiss to widen his eyes in shock.

"I am naturally not as well-informed as you, Minister Chunyu. Why don’t you tell me what the King of Chu’s true intentions are?" Zhong You tossed the question back to Minister Chunyu.