Chapter 311: Ten Thousand Years Are Too Long, the Era Rushes Forward

Nine Mountains Realm.

"Why did it die again…"

Zheng Fa sat in his backyard, listening to Zheng Mu complain.

Since the Zheng family no longer had farmland, Zheng Mu, unable to sit idle, turned to tending their courtyard.

While others planted flowers and grass, Zheng Mu wanted to grow vegetables.

She cleared two vegetable beds in the corner of the yard and tried several times.

But those seeds were imported from the Xuanwei Realm, mostly for experiments by Master Qian and others, and weren't expensive.

"Boom!" Long Xiaotian kicked Long Yitian in the stomach, sending him flying over ten meters like a toy.

It was terrifying—how could such a horrifying creature exist in this world? I looked up at this mythic being, watching its steps draw near like Death itself; my eyes were already gray with despair.

Nie Xue had written for two years, producing so many works, yet never once earned merit—yet after dancing just once, she suddenly did. Sometimes the wonder of life truly defies mortal understanding.

After the Eight-Nation Alliance incident, the late Qing government decided to fully reform its army, starting with training thirty-six new-style divisions nationwide to replace the Eight Banners, Green Standard Army, and local garrisons; among them, the six Beiyang New Army divisions were directly under late Qing control, trained and expanded by Yuan Shao.

"I'm sorry, sir. For your safety, you cannot enter." The policeman was diligent.

Tan Lang glanced at Qiu Shaoze, filled with deep emotion. He never expected this sister-in-law to be even more formidable than the last one—just one sentence and one glance, and Third Brother turned into a mouse seeing a cat.

At first, the results were good. Though many refused this idiotic pastime, the sheer population base meant some still came in. The Master of the System never showed himself—just scared them, then sent them back. Of course, showing off was mandatory.

After losing away, Alkmaar won at home by the same score, but ultimately lost in extra time.

Understanding the meaning behind Li Ningyu's gaze, the veteran Muslim mullah beside him immediately shook his head; Li Ningyu froze.

The midfield quartet: Punt, Alonso, Hargreaves, and Cissé. Hargreaves transferred from Bayern for 22 million pounds—extremely expensive.

"So you mean these monstrous beasts are exploiting loopholes?" Lin Ziyun suddenly understood, finally grasping the truth.

"If you are a loyal minister, follow the plan and lead the troops. If not, return home." Li Mingxun spoke seriously.

"Come soak in the Trial Blood Pool together," Gu Yu said calmly to Wang Xu.

Originally, Li Jiang had no intention of telling Zhang Juan—he planned to handle it first, then inform her. But now, in a moment of impulsiveness, he'd caused this scene, leaving him utterly flustered.

But to Li Jiang, Xu Haidong's behavior was pure jealousy. He couldn't fathom how Xu Haidong, who always boasted of his intelligence, could be so foolish—this was obvious! Why would Xu Haidong so unwise reveal his base nature?

In the deep valley, gray smoke drifted, flames burning hot. A man stood with his hands behind his back, facing the valley, silent.

"Of course—your becoming emperor must have already sparked chaos within the empire," Li Junwei said.

Speaking thus, Li Jiang glanced at Shang Yang and Xu Haidong seated below to his left; both sat in silence, heads bowed, clearly lost in thought. When they felt Li Jiang's gaze, they looked deeply ashamed but offered no explanation.

"What are you doing?" Lin Hao was baffled—and he realized he couldn't move a muscle.

Thus, everyone trained with exceptional diligence; the frontier troops summoned from the borders were no different. Seeing how elite the Imperial Guards were, they refused to fall behind, rising at dawn daily and training again late into the night.