Chapter 36: Hurting the Enemy by a Thousand, While Losing Eighteen Hundred Yourself

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The Yu Corporation.

“What happened?”

After hanging up the phone, Yu Zi hurried back.

The moment she entered the office, her assistant followed her in.

The assistant placed the documents in his hands on the desk before Yu Zi, his brows tightly knit.

“President, the eldest daughter of the Shipping King’s family, apparently…”

So, when Xu Zuoyan saw that the man seemed ready to get serious, he no longer cared about losing face. He immediately turned and ran.

Only then did Cui Feng understand that it had been the thought that had just crossed his mind which caused the square cauldron to sweep away the two low-grade Spirit-Tempering Artifacts and two mid-grade Spirit-Tempering Artifacts on the ground.

Qiao Feng had never expected Ye Feng to act this way. His impression of Ye Feng improved considerably, and he hurriedly reached out to stop him, even changing the way he addressed him.

After Chen Ning’s departure, Tirpitz gathered the naval officers and warship-design experts who had accompanied him. They held a thorough discussion of some of the design plans Chen Ning had provided. After compiling everyone’s opinions, Tirpitz reported the matter to Kaiser Wilhelm II by telegram.

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The sky, already thick with dark clouds, grew even gloomier. Cui Feng estimated that it was nearly evening. He began to veer away from the route in his memory and headed toward the layered cliffs and towering crags nearby.

“Ye Kaicheng.” Xu Zuoyan called his name from outside again, sounding as though he were demanding his life, but only the sound of water came from the bathroom. Ye Kaicheng could not even be bothered to answer him.

Gradually, Cui Feng’s skin became bright and lustrous, almost dripping with color. His physical body had once again reached the realm of “Mortal Transformation.” Moreover, Cui Feng felt that his body had seemingly attained an entirely new level. Compared with when he had first entered the Mortal Transformation realm, his body was now immeasurably stronger.

Her figure was graceful, every step seeming to bring forth a lotus; her skin was smooth as congealed cream, her eyes dark and lustrous, a faint smile touching the corners of her lips as she lowered her brows with demure obedience.

At the same time, Ye Feng made a trip to Shaolin, copied all of Shaolin’s cultivation arts, and returned to Mount Lingjiu to begin creating new techniques.

However, now that they were nearly home, Wang Yuyan suddenly grew tense and worried again. She was afraid that, should her mother refuse to accept Ye Feng, she would not know what to do.

He had never seen Senior Brother speak on behalf of anyone else. It was probably because the two masters were present, and Senior Brother had to put on an act.

Under such circumstances, if he rashly stepped forward and stubbornly argued his case, there was no guarantee that the furious Feng and Zhai families would not lose all reason and turn against him.

“Zi, what method do you have? Tell us, so we may hear it.” After weighing the matter, the emperor ultimately decided to give Tuoba Zi a chance.

As long as one had a sufficiently powerful background and broad enough connections, even a pig could turn a company into a giant enterprise at the top of the pyramid.

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After being teased so thoroughly, how could Lin Yu possibly fall asleep? He picked up his phone, lay down on his side of the boundary line, and began playing with it.

The Black Elder was furious. When he turned back to look at the forum, he discovered that people could actually reply to the post.

Only after noticing Lord True Monarch Yuhua accompanying the two senior and junior disciples did she feel somewhat better. With a master leading the group, all the disciples would naturally be present; Ouyang Ling would have no chance to refuse.

Xu Song’s expression changed. He tried to strike, but all he felt was a sharp pain in his hand—a terrible agony almost beyond endurance.

No wonder people say the Great Sage Group never acts without profit. Having used the shantytown project to gain public support, it was now preparing to withdraw its investment. Once it pulled out, even the auxiliary construction projects it had promised the government would have to be renegotiated.

After saying this, Ning Zhe could not be bothered to speak further. He simply turned the music in the room up to its maximum volume, until even Jing Lie outside the main door found it deafening.

“Sir, you’ve arrived?!” However, just as he was preparing to act, a man of about fifty emerged hurriedly from the Myriad Things Auction House.

Hua Yuqing felt her body go limp. In that instant, all her cultivation was destroyed, and her body fell toward the ground like a kite whose string had been severed.

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