088. Interruption
“Recently, the business volume at Starseek has been growing rapidly.” Wei Xun was the first to start the conversation, his tone light and filled with a hint of admiration. “Just a couple of days ago, Han Lin mentioned that Starseek has invested in quite a few projects lately, and the fastest one has shown impressive results in just half a month. Your achievements have spread throughout the circles in Rongcheng, and many are curious about you. I think it won’t be long before I have to relinquish my title as the king of venture capital.”
The matter of crossing worlds was so astonishing that even now, Li Fengnian still felt somewhat dazed, as if everything around him carried an inexplicable sense of unreality.
Though he hadn’t fully uncovered the true nature of that ghostly thing, he could basically confirm— it possessed traits of both spiritual entities and corporeal revenants.
Yet, even so, Yanmen could not continue its assault; it would only drag down the entire front, leading to a complete collapse.
He swept his gaze around those present, pausing to look intently at the three founders of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, before his resounding voice echoed through the hall.
“You can come find me when you have time. It’s not as if we’ll never see each other again,” Zhong Lingyu comforted her for quite a while.
If she hadn’t stayed hidden in the rear courtyard of the general’s mansion, her face and figure, nourished daily, would have inevitably attracted trouble.
Another day passed, and of the sixty thousand armored soldiers Gu Yan left in Yingzhou, half had already arrived outside Huanzhou City, awaiting Zhang Fu’s command.
She was truly remarkable, managing to raise her English proficiency from the basics of the alphabet to everyday conversations with foreigners in just two years.
“This isn’t something that happens naturally; Lingyu is simply difficult to bear children,” Old Lady Shen said, helpless yet tinged with resentment.
“This is a photo of the young lady from the Huo family, sent over just a few days ago. Take a look,” Commander Shen tossed a black-and-white photograph to him.
While Lin Zheng was filled with complaints, the auspicious clouds gathered in the sky gradually descended, scattering radiant mist like dragons, accompanied by the sound of their roars. The mist coiled as it fell from the heavens, ultimately merging into the Holy Sword that had flown out of the Furnace of Heaven.
Having just received the blessing of rain and dew, Cangyue awakened early, opening her eyes. She felt a tearing pain, then a deep ache throughout her body, all proving that everything from yesterday was not a mere haze.
Thus, Li Yang crushed the bones in Ninth Young Master’s body inch by inch, moving slowly toward the upper torso, without any intention of stopping.
Luo Nan, famed for his peerless benevolence and righteousness, sat alone in the corner. Behind and beneath him were cold metal plates, with no markings on any side— the rugged, hard-edged atmosphere unique to battleships weighed heavily on his heart.
On this day, the seventh day of July, death descended upon the world, and the ‘yin’ energy between heaven and earth was at its peak.
More importantly, Zheng Xian had to deceive not only Ergouzi’s eyes, but all those instruments as well. That was his greatest challenge. The reason Zheng Xian hadn’t spoken was because he was carefully recalling every detail about the swordfish, then attempting to use the power of vitality to stimulate the body to mimic the same responses.
Perhaps the four of them could force their way through with their cultivation, but doing so would expose their whereabouts.
He had come of his own accord, which meant he could choose the former; if the Phoenix Divine Sect had to seek him out, it would naturally be the latter.
It was a faintly visible ball of light, flickering in and out, as though something lived inside.
“You can think of it that way,” Jasmine said, removing her hand from Yun Che’s chest, her expression solemn.
The wedding was simple, but every ritual was observed. At first, Yin Biwei blocked the door, refusing to let Qin Muchen in. But once the handsome man took action, Yin Biwei’s reason completely collapsed, and she forgot all about her best friend.
Her exhaustion was not physical, but psychological. She didn’t want to demand too much from him, but whenever he showed her even a little kindness, she was tempted to crave even more. Love was supposed to be sweet, yet she always felt a lingering bitterness.