Chapter 42: Investment

Who would have thought that as the iron whip came smashing down, it first let out a piercing sound like metal scraping against metal, and then began to sink downward like a clay ox entering the sea. Damn that bastard, to actually snap up my whip with such ravenous hunger... I mean the iron whip, not that other whip of mine.

Just as he boarded the plane, Fang Yan, wearing sunglasses, spotted several beautiful flight attendants in the passenger walkway.

Deep down she understood this, and naturally she would not force the issue; she only needed to prepare herself for the worst.

"Child, didn't your father ever teach you to watch your mouth when you're out?" Captain Mo Lichuan squatted down, looking coldly at the young man slumped helplessly in the corner.

Hearing the old man's advice, Ren Fei stopped his tears. He hadn't expected any comfort in the first place—the sorrow in his heart was simply uncontrollable, but at the old man's words, his tears finally ceased.

Because it was a municipal detention center, the scale was quite large. Inside the three-story building, detention cells lined up one after another, all of them completely empty, giving off an extremely eerie vibe.

As he was running, he suddenly heard people whispering on the other side of a row of high-stacked wooden crates.

The cube worn on Xu Yiming's finger emitted a gentle blue light. This blue light formed thirteen rings behind Xu Yiming, pointing backward. The thirteen floating blue rings shifted positions sequentially from front to back, emitting a low-pitched electromagnetic hum as a tremendous force acted upon him.

Yan Fei ordered a lot. Shen Changfeng couldn't be bothered to look at the menu and simply said he wanted the same as her. Yan Fei was greatly surprised—could it be that a grown man like him also liked desserts? Oh well, never mind, he was the one who was going to eat it anyway.

"Isn't his disciple still in our hands? Just send that disciple to notify him; if he wants his disciple alive and well, all he has to do is come and see us!" an elder stated directly.

"How much time has passed?" Hu Long hadn't left either. Seeing that Kun Jun had finished refining already and the sky outside hadn't even darkened yet, he hurriedly asked his disciple.

However, if this round could injure three or four Northern Barbarian soldiers, Ye Ying was already quite satisfied. With no other options left, he had no choice but to fight the enemy to the death, so he took the lead and charged out with his silver spear.

Although Commander Chu was reluctant to think of the worst-case scenario, after so many days without seeing any government rescue personnel and with no communication signals whatsoever, he was forced to acknowledge the reality.

For one thing, the Mahayana realm cultivator from the Danxian Valley had already departed yesterday along with the valley's disciples. Now, the only Mahayana realm cultivators left at the Undead Pass fortress were Wu Liuhe and Xiaoxiangzi.

Chu Fan knew very well that this matter was actually an open trap. As the Emperor of Azure Dragon, and moreover the future Human Sovereign, if he lacked the courage to go, he would naturally become the laughingstock of the world.

Looking into the distance, there seemed to be some bamboo and wood-woven fences behind the village. It was said that chickens and ducks were raised inside, but when people themselves did not have enough to eat, those chickens and ducks could only forage for insects and eat grass roots in the mountains.

In this day and age, everyone looked out for themselves to preserve their own skin. Staying out of trouble was better than courting it, and nobody dared to stick their neck out casually for fear of drawing disaster upon themselves.

Seeing that he still hadn't managed to capture the opponent, Chen Tianshun grew extremely anxious. At that moment, one of the bandits beside him whispered something in his ear. Chen Tianshun nodded repeatedly upon hearing it, a trace of a smile appearing on his face.

Wang Manzhi retreated in a flash, narrowly dodging Liu Podi's attack, and a massive, deep crater was instantly smashed into the ground.

Secondly, on the eve of war, that period right before the conflict turned this place into hell, where human life became the cheapest thing of all.

Looking back at the slogans on both sides of the auditorium at that moment, Wen Daidai suddenly understood their meaning. Not only did she understand, but she even felt the essence of those two sentences with complete empathy.

It was just that she was probably trapped somewhere, unable to even enter the spatial realm. The mere thought of this filled Mingzhu's heart with endless... worry.

The Later Jin soldiers who were executed by firing squad en masse failed to react for several tens of seconds. The speed at which their comrades were dying far exceeded their capacity to accept it; they couldn't figure out whether life had suddenly become unbearably fragile, or if the weapons on the opposite side of the river were simply too formidable.

Mice moved even further away this time, refusing to stay still, and instead clawed at the black mud on the ground. Inside was a human corpse that had already mummified. As if driven mad by hunger, he began to gnaw on the corpse.

True to being the dear sister of her lord husband, this cat-and-mouse tactic was identical to his.

If you are weak, you must cling to a powerful patron—this was an indestructible truth passed down for ages. The patron Scholar Wen had set his sights on was the premier gentry family of the locality, the household of Imperial Scholar Wang, whose ancestors had produced three generations of imperial scholars, with descendants still holding official posts in the imperial court.

Following him, the Elven race, along with the Elven Forest, broke through the fissures of the earth and reappeared in the world.

"I thought you would know when to quit and leave; I admire your bravery." This guardian was also an old man, his aura steady and giving one a sense of tranquility.

Xiang Yu had simply vanished without a trace. Growing increasingly anxious and restless, Song Daofeng ultimately decided to go and check on Mo Qingyan. Naturally, before leaving, he did not forget to give a few words of caution, especially regarding the situation on Liu Yunguan's side.

Regarding the death of the Yellow Emperor, a beautiful myth was also passed down. It was said that he did not die at all; his ultimate destination was to ride a dragon and ascend to heaven.

"Thirty billion! Guest number nine bids thirty billion!" The auctioneer was already numb, feeling as though this guest would not be surprised no matter how much money he offered.

When he heard the news delivered to him by Lei Ming, his heart sank. He hadn't expected that the thing he had been worrying about all along had finally happened.

If possible, Ye Chengxuan also hoped that these words had been instigated by Xia Hai-tong, but unfortunately, that was merely a wishful dream.

She finally turned her head, keeping her gaze fixed on Nanny Jinyun. She did not utter a single apology, nor did Nanny Jinyun utter any complaints to her. Lu Nuoxin simply stared at her unceasingly, hoping to find a trace of sorrow on her face.

In the future, she would tell her child everything her imperial noble consort mother had done for her; she would tell her child that she had a mother who loved her above all else. She would tell her all the wonderful things about Noble Consort Wang, making her remember her birth mother and remember every bit of love and beauty she possessed.

"Great Elder." He Qing lowered his head and cupped his fists respectfully. At this moment, in his mind, He Jingyun was the very embodiment of a deity.

There were about a hundred people, many of whom bore the traces of battle—some wounded, others with their battle armor or magical robes tattered. There were also a few exceptional ones who, like Guo Lin's group, were completely clean.

Ning Ao-xue wore an icy expression and certainly wouldn't tell him that she had been forced into an arranged marriage and had no choice but to use him as a shield.

When Zhang Zhenye returned to his room, his demeanor was vastly different from before. Previously, he had been full of high-spirited vigor, but now his expression was an unreadable mix of anger, vexation, and an unearned sense of entitlement.