Chapter 222: The Dao Is Public, Jade Palace Reformed! (10,200 Requesting Monthly Votes)

Unlike the flashy, sky-piercing rise of the prodigy Wang Yulou, Grandmother Jingyi was a practical soul, and her present status was built entirely step by step.

She never acted without purpose; given her relationship with Wang Yulou, she had no reason to dangle empty promises like “Wait until I achieve the Purple Mansion” to fool him—family didn’t need such games.

So when she told Wang Yulou, “Wait until I achieve the Purple Mansion,” he immediately understood one thing—Grandmother

What she revealed instead was a suffocating aura, a pressure so immense it choked the breath from the air.

As soon as the bottom dropped out, Wang Nuo remembered Su Jiyue’s words: “This isn’t a secret.” With major financial institutions moving, the yen’s rebound was highly likely—if Japan held firm, depreciation would stabilize; if it broke, the plunge would be catastrophic.

Under heavy load, Zi Yunyuan would need at least six more hours—and now he was advancing while enduring attacks from the phantom.

In the end, Huang Fei’s fears proved not unfounded—but that’s another story.

This cave plunged deeper into the mountain’s core than the previous one, thick with chilling yin energy, demonic qi swirling within.

At the Shanghai Securities Regulatory Bureau, Alaseng sat inside an office, while regulators, economic crime investigators, and exchange personnel stood outside the door—all watching him, making him deeply nervous.

And Qiu Shan, being a sharp girl, heard Asong’s words and immediately fetched a chain, locking Gongsun Wuchang’s wheelchair tightly to a corridor pillar.

“Ye Feng!! You bastard!!” Lu Mengxiao’s gaze ignored everyone around, fixed solely on Ye Feng, who sat slouched on a single sofa with legs crossed.

Xiao Jingtang clearly knew the rules; blocked by the man ahead, he stood motionless, eyes locked on Yuezheng Rongxiu with no intention of yielding.

Huang Fei was the same—tongue hanging out—he never expected the water to be this bitter, even more bitter than huanglian.

Since the God of War System advanced to second tier, has the difficulty of acquiring system resources increased dramatically?

Looking back at her photo, Zhang Liying’s cheeks flushed slightly; she’d only intended to show it secretly to Chen Fei, never imagining it would be made public.

Now it was Ji Linchuan’s turn to freeze—until the pain of two crescent-shaped blood marks on his arm finally made him cry out, two seconds late.

He tried to see the girl’s face, but before he could make it out, her body exploded before his eyes, scattering like countless snowflakes.

“It’s fine, fine—I’m not good either, just learned it a moment ago,” Chen Lifen said humbly, placing her hand on Zhu Dayong’s shoulder.

Even Aijiao, usually hysterical, now wore a complex expression—but without the venomous envy of Bingling Tian.

Ji Linchuan gave a slight nod, watching the car drive away. He looked up; a hibiscus petal fell beside his foot. He bent to pick it up, two words echoing inexplicably in his mind.

Above were strings of numbers, formulas, symbols—highly complex—but upon closer look, she could actually understand them all.

She struggled to extend her left arm, cradling his face, feeling warm liquid on her hand. She looked closely: his fine forehead hairs hung low, blood slowly oozing from his brow.

She reached to touch the nape beneath her collar—equally cold, only slightly warmer than her face and hands.

“Don’t speak. Open your mouth again, and my brother and I will kill you,” Ling Xin’er threatened.

After those words, two Hengyuan Security personnel entered the ward—nearly two meters tall, looking down at Director Fan. One word from Li Zhi, and they could knock him down.

After that, she exhausted every means to find that man—but no matter what she tried, he vanished completely.