Chapter 774: Different Paths Do Not Scheme Together

Autumn has arrived; along both banks of the Bianzhou Canal, you cannot see endless golden wheat fields, but instead patches of green with white everywhere—those are cotton fields growing grass cotton.

After years of promotion, everyone has come to recognize the benefits of grass cotton. The harvest per mu exchanged for wealth is far higher than that of wheat. In the highly commercialized Bianzhou, grain constantly imported from elsewhere makes locals unwilling to grow wheat at all, gradually switching to planting grass cotton.

Bianliang City and its outskirts, also the day.

"I'm fine." Lu Zhan waved his hand, pushed aside Gou Han's support, a smile at the corner of his mouth, and looked toward the direction where the Primordial Beast had gone.

After entering this space, I found that the entire secret chamber was different from the outside; it was clean as if someone lived there. Robots on the ground that don't need charging kept bothering.

Suddenly the space rippled, Long Xiaoyun vanished on the spot and appeared in Long Ling's room.

She has been friends with Fang Hui for many years; if Hui Hui asks for her help, even if she has to risk everything, she will help her reclaim the Fang clan.

"I said before that Ge Pingfan's so‑called plan was a death sentence. Not to mention the Ten Cities… you claim that a handful of saints could, under the eyelid of that king‑steppe sterile body, destroy the otherworldly passage? Do you think the other sterile bodies are just decorations?"

The orange‑red setting sun hung half on the horizon, its lingering rays gradually fading. Darkness spread, cloaking the sky, about to swallow the last light.

When she saw the expression on Madam Ji's face, Song Ruosheng knew she must also think she was Song Ruosheng, but she was far more rational than Ji Xunyang, and she probably didn't believe that the dead could be resurrected.

She walked over, sat beside him, leaned her head forward, and the screen's dense windows made her pull her head back immediately.

Mrs. Zhou finally showed some reaction upon hearing this; her gaze fell on Zhou Jinse.

Such matters can't be rushed; Xiao Mo wasn't in a hurry either. No matter what other forces do, a clash with the Desolate Kingdom is inevitable in the end. Moreover, none of the powers around Bright Lake are establishing a nation; their strength isn't great, and even if they united, the Desolate Kingdom could still fully withstand them.

He was utterly disdainful, and hearing another man's name at that moment felt especially unlucky; if he couldn't dominate in sheer momentum, even if he ended up rolling in a hotel bed, the image of that other man kept flashing in his mind—a subconscious issue, and his gestures grew bolder as he spoke.

Fundamentally, Xiao Mo harbors an extremely strong possessive desire. This is evident from this war. Xiao Mo has long regarded all resources of Liang Nation and Ji Nation as his own; when Xing Nation swooped in to pick the peaches, how could he tolerate that? Hence, the Desolate Kingdom's deployment was inevitable.

The Sky‑Striking Wave rose again; Cao Si gathered the previously held Domain Power, the golden‑blue spear materialized, extending two meters and then lengthening, whirled in a circle, the spear grew another hundred zhang, and he leapt, delivering a powerful slash downwards.

Li Xueyi heard this uncle utter two sorrowful words, then stood there like a stone statue, sweat pouring down like rain; he already felt the father‑son bond completely gone, the scene of blood‑soaked slaughter.

With Shu Yu by his side, even if a Martial Emperor master came, let alone a Martial Honored One, as long as they couldn't kill him instantly, he needn't worry too much; the power he commands roams the continent unchecked, so there should be little danger.

"At least we know the metal‑wood is safe…" Yongjin Yingliang's expression grew grim as he slowly lowered his aching arm, muttering to himself through the telescope.

A fine black line traced across her forehead; Shen Qingxin fell silent. She hadn't expected that her few fabricated words would cause Chen Banxia to stumble like a blind cat hitting a dead mouse.

Li Jing shook his head, feeling that this Lord Li, who is said to have a sword capable of destroying a city, was a real killjoy when he met him today.