Chapter 770: It's Not Impossible Either

Du Fu only needed to bring Fang Chongyong's handwritten letter back to Chengdu and deliver it to Yan Wu, and that would count as perfectly fulfilling his mission.

But the certain official who effectively controlled the Bianzhou court had many more things to consider.

Now, the "capital economic zone" was under construction, with five satellite towns positioned along the surrounding canals, all revolving around Bianliang City in a massive building campaign that continued day and night.

Social demand was so vigorous it was practically scorching—there was a shortage of people everywhere.

Those who fired bricks and tiles needed—

In the end, Dong Zhuo could only disband the Northern Army and the West Garden Army, but these two forces were nominally under Dong Zhuo's command while actually controlled by the great families. Dong Zhuo couldn't very well lift the Party Proscription to appease the literati on one hand while deliberately provoking conflict with the great-family literati on the other.

Besides these, there were also those several middle-aged men whom Meng Feng had brought Yun Xiang to question earlier. Seeing this scene unfold before them, how could they dare linger a moment longer? Every one of them fled at the first opportunity. After all, earlier they had tried to harass Yun Xiang right to her face—if they didn't run now, they feared they wouldn't even have the chance to run later.

"The third quarter was still fine, but the fourth quarter I absolutely will not play like this," Tang Haoran said.

"Damn it! Ji Lie, stop provoking me—if you've got what it takes, you go first!" Kui Niu snarled, his temper exceedingly explosive.

"Sect Master, were it not a matter of urgency, this old man would not disturb the Sect Master so late at night!" the white-haired elder said gravely.

Everyone's hearts surged with excitement. The harvest this time was truly enormous—to say nothing else, those two demonic elephants alone were enough to rival all the other gains, including those spirit-infused primal stones.

Xia Yang nodded and said no more, continuing to condense Tyrant's Wrath. As time passed, the Mandrake demon leader constantly roared and struggled within the cage forged of dark power, while the cage itself buckled under the creature's attacks, lurching this way and that.

"Wow! Junior Brother, I always knew you were a martial arts fanatic, but I had no idea you could spin such nonsense—and yet it's spun with real theoretical sophistication. Truly worthy of being Master's disciple," Lingshu Heng said, talking nonsense himself.

"I was born with boundless strength and a huge appetite. Everyone back home calls me Rice Bucket!" the big man replied.

At this moment, even with Yuan Hong's thick skin, he still felt embarrassed, seized by a guilty conscience as if about to be caught in the act. Several times he reached out his roving hand, only to stop himself each time.

Chen Feng was doing research at the children's hospital, and these past two days had been getting along very well with Cai Chengren. Yet he remained completely unaware of the storms brewing around him. He was quietly waiting for Lin Wei to come seeking revenge, but unfortunately Lin Wei had been too busy lately to bother with him.

Sometimes, there are things that can never be resolved through the internet—you must go in person. There were many such things, and in District Nine there was just such an item. The seller was an eccentric man who only sold his wares to those he felt had a connection with him.

Nan Lin and I got out of the car and simultaneously looked up at the large golden characters gleaming on the building above.

When a Wu cultivator formed their core, the manifested omen was extremely ominous, and the "Flowing Cloud Seal" could weave an image of auspicious fortune. Though the duration was brief, it was enough to conceal the shamanic omen triggered when her Wu Core reached great completion.

Dachun's words left Su Mei speechless, and even her younger sister standing to the side showed an expression of exaggerated astonishment.

"What are you saying, Princess? You now carry the imperial bloodline in your womb—your body is precious beyond measure," Zhang Shichang said with a smile.

The Empress Dowager also followed the sound and glanced behind Nangong Tian, where she saw the visibly excited Consort Yue.

With that, Chen Xingyu had already raised his right hand, lightning flickering in his palm—deliberately trying to intimidate Huang Mao.

Chen Xingyu then went to the familiar space and shared a tender reunion with Diaochan, Bu Zhihuo Wu, and the others after their long separation.

But in the eyes of the vast majority of male cultivators, it was an entirely different scene: Mu Yunshu was peerlessly beautiful and possessed a "Pure Yin Body"—what man wouldn't be captivated? That Lu Qingmi had both beauty and cultivation in equal measure; he must be the one reaping the greatest advantage.