Chapter 75: All Great Achievements Are Born in Practice (Third Update, Effortless)

Wang Yulou first introduced the clan chief to the track layout of the racetrack.

He had put tremendous effort into this aspect.

In fact, the racetrack’s operation slowly pulled itself back from the brink of bankruptcy thanks entirely to this unique track design, the only one of its kind with full red lights.

“...The most thrilling part are these Ironbone Wolves—they were provided by the Yang clan and are rarely fed.”

They are kept starving until race day, their bone-deep hunger driving them.

The Guild does not plan to build a city on flat ground; instead, it will directly use the terrain to construct a mountain city, with all buildings erected atop the peaks within the circular mountain range.

"How dare you curse my renowned Thousand Ren Gate to vanish mid-transmission?" The man turned red in the face, veins bulging with rage.

But now? Since the one he chose was himself, Sang Qiu Zirui would likely never give him another chance.

Coughing, Zhao Xuan glanced at Wu Qingcheng pressing against his chest, then at his sister’s thoughtful expression—a dark line of exasperation crossed his forehead.

“Then I leave it to Elder Mu Lan.” Tang Xinlian smiled slightly, when suddenly the sound of tearing wind pierced the air; a series of powerful, imposing figures appeared beside her—those top-tier elites of the Flame God Temple.

He could not report to the palace these two days; he must arrange everything properly to prevent any treacherous soul from sneaking in to assassinate.

But he seemed to have overlooked one thing: everything he saw was precisely what Sarodal wanted him to see.

Some things, even with the closest of kin, must never be spoken; thus, for all these years, these words had been locked deep within Ming Chenyuan’s heart. He constantly warned himself that uttering them would damage the bond between husband and wife—once spoken, it could never be undone.

An Qi exchanged polite words with the four, and one after another, exquisite dishes were brought to the table; diners at other tables had already begun eating.

“To kill one of us—even if you burned your Ancestral Mark—you still couldn’t manage it.” Tian Yuanzi gazed at the purple-black clouds spreading across the sky, his eyes finally hardening with gravity—but then he shook his head.

“Let’s wait and see—it’s not like we have a choice.” Yang Bufan hugged Lin Moyu, staring at the beauty in the mirror, lost in thought.

Meng Jingran also froze for a moment, then realized—it was true. Zhang Ye hadn’t been significantly affected, but his own perspective had begun to shift.

Yang Bufan memorized the location of Rouqing Xiaagu on the map; should the Three Comrades of Debang turn on him, he’d still have a chance to escape.

Li Tian was exasperated by Li Qier’s skeptical gaze—he felt like a mute swallowing bitter herb, unable to voice his suffering.

“Please sit!” Li Tian gestured toward an empty sofa opposite him, speaking to Linghu Yu.

He gripped the Japanese notebook tightly—success or failure hinged on whether this book held any persuasive power.

When he awoke again, his hands and feet were bound in a spread-eagle position; all around was pitch black, and he sensed someone nearby—not just one, for he smelled smoke, but not the scent of cigarettes; it was more like cigars.

Even if they were close to Kun Peng, the one in charge now was Kun Peng’s father, who clearly had exerted considerable effort.

After completing the investigation, the villagers eagerly detained the Shu soldiers for long conversations, and even after seeing them off, the people still felt unsatisfied.

Hao Dong hadn’t noticed at first—it was only because the noodle shop was so close that he caught the scent and realized something strange was going on.

Thus, in the Southern Wastes, a demon race member maintaining a human form indicated noble birth—either of royal lineage or from a prominent clan.

At the time, she hadn’t believed it—after all, what status did the Nanshan Prince’s heir hold, and what status did Ruan Mianmian have? How could the man she loved possibly take interest in Ruan Mianmian, a fallen woman?