Chapter 170: Ascend to the Throne! Augustus (Unification)

A few months ago, the empire was still a ruin, and even the Italian Peninsula was on the brink of collapse.

But since Deng Ken led his army into Italy, messengers had been arriving daily with good news.

Three months ago, the Visigothic Kingdom acknowledged defeat, ceded the Gao Lu Province it had occupied, abandoned its capital Tuluze, relocated its capital entirely to the Iberian Peninsula, and paid massive war reparations, plus an annual tribute. The Visigothic Kingdom now

First, Aiya Technology is a company focused on online games. As for the instant messaging software YY, it will soon offer gamers a function beyond imagination—but its purpose is a corporate secret, and I am not authorized to disclose it.

He said it lightly: today’s Wangyi was no longer the giant portal news company it once was; it was merely a failed stock suspended from Nasdaq. Its market value had evaporated dozens of times over, giving Chen Chuliang the chance to take full control at its lowest point.

For people like them, making money always came first. Some targeted real estate, others the physical economy, while some went after the rising internet industry in China—Sun Kaixuan was one of the latter.

But enemies kept coming, furious and mad, rushing at him to fill the gaps left by fallen comrades.

“You’re lazy, then. You didn’t even rename the Magic World and Ocean World ones—they look identical.” Lu Ka wanted to sit down too, but he doubted the other would kindly offer a chair.

“Next, it’s your turn!” The Sea Pillar Tortoise’s eyes turned even bloodier after swallowing Xiahou Dun, and the blue magic pillar began to turn red.

Wang Ge and Xu Zi also sensed all of this, but they did not rush to leave, afraid to act rashly lest the Jade Emperor set a trap waiting for Wang Ge to step into.

Du Bu wasn’t alarmed. Though he had only experienced the peak of the Great Ascension stage, he knew firsthand how difficult it was—the later you got, the harder it became. The peak of the True Immortal stage was the first major hurdle; without sufficient fortune, many cultivators might remain stuck there for life.

There were reports about Chen Chuliang’s charitable work, and about his daily life and work. Of course, Chen Chuliang also cared deeply about whether his father was adjusting well to life in Mian City, asking many questions. The father and son spoke as if they were old friends reunited after years apart, chatting nonstop.

Jiang Lijun spoke with righteous indignation, giving Sophia no chance to retaliate. As soon as she finished speaking, she turned away and left immediately.

Now she had appeared here inexplicably, and now she was being accused by Jing Haoyu of stealing his sword manual.

The phone upstairs rang for a long time before I pulled myself back to reality, went upstairs, and answered—it was Zhang Xun calling.

But I refuse! All her pointless schemes have done is make me tired—and more importantly, they’ve ignited my determination. I will no longer submit to fate, nor accept the logic that “if heaven wants me dead, I must die.”

“Of course we came! How could we not? As soon as the court dismissed yesterday, my master sent me to deliver a name card to the palace, insisting we arrive early to make an impression before Her Imperial Highness the Noble Consort!” The lady in pale green silk robes spoke with utter certainty, yet her tone carried an inexplicable air of frustration.

After Gu Yuancheng left, Xiao Tianqing rushed to the car, where Feng Liuwu was curled up in the corner, motionless.

With her abilities, finding a decent job was easy—but how to settle down stably became a major problem.

Not just them—Xiao Cheng was the same. His body instantly lost control and floated upward; the array space he had established was violently torn apart, and dark, chaotic temporal streams began to appear.