Chapter 153

Wang Chao had just entered the office and immediately saw Shen Siyuan sitting at his desk; he smiled and asked, "Shen Siyuan, you're back from Xiajing? Did you bring any gifts?"

"No."

"You ruined my expectations."

"What's there to expect? Does Shen Siyuan even bring back a Xiajing beauty for you?" Chen Hao, sitting with his back to him, immediately turned around to retort.

"I meant Xiajing's specialty."

"Roast duck, still the same—"

Xiao Yao didn't intend to hide that he had moved into the Mu Mansion; besides, such a thing couldn't be concealed even if he wanted to. He also told him about his plan to do business in Qingyuan Prefecture, to see if there was a chance for cooperation and a win-win outcome.

The humanoid spider monster, locked in battle with Yao Yue, was suddenly struck by a blade qi—its lower half sliced cleanly in two.

"Your Highness is truly kind!" Li Daoren shouted again. As for the sound of beating—was there any?

Ye Yang finally understood: the organizers of the Grand Competition had gotten smarter? They were now openly profiteering—completely unlike what Luo Bingning had said.

Liu Han didn't leave immediately. Instead, he quietly adjusted his position, turning his back to the shop door, fixing his gaze intently on the fire, then swiftly wiped his face—his eyebrows and eyes subtly changed.

CRASH—the captain Q17 was flung against the bulkhead by a violent ship tremor, dazed and spinning.

If it were someone else, Qin Tian could have healed such injuries easily—but healing himself, he had no confidence.

As he spoke, Song Li's aura shifted sharply, surging upward as he pushed his combat power to its peak.

The two sides were still hundreds or even thousands of meters apart, yet the opponent was suddenly struck down—severely injured or outright killed—just by a punch or palm strike. Wasn't that too unjust a death?

This time, he pressed his ear tightly against one wall of the pit. His furrowed brows slowly relaxed. Suddenly, he picked up his military knife and struck the wall forcefully with the hilt.

The soldiers naturally didn't inspect closely; besides, Bianshui City, a military stronghold, had many "Tieji Tools" forges. Wang the Steward was not only intimately familiar with the place but also knew many officials—he easily drove the cart to the dock and pulled up.

"Hello, Brother Zheng." Wei Xiaodong obviously couldn't call him Zheng Fatty. He thought addressing him as "Brother" should be fine.

"Not yet. Many things in this world depend on fate—if there's no fate, you may never find them," Master Zhou said.

In fact, Wei Xiaodong had only said that on a whim—he'd never even watched a movie here.

He looked around again and saw that Wei Xiaodong was already inside his room. He placed the pound of fine liquor he had exchanged onto the cabinet in the living room.

The Puppet Shell functions as the adventurer's avatar; a Legendary Puppet allows the consciousness to be projected inside to control the Puppet Shell. The golem walked itself into the container and calmly assembled the puppet.

The Young Master of the Four Frontiers of the Great Xia Divine Nation almost always ranks on the Wild Dragon-Feng List each generation; their strengths are so evenly matched that none can clearly surpass the others, so the four are collectively called the Four Frontiers Young Masters, sharing one slot on the Wild Dragon-Feng List.

The Eighteenth Heavenly Cycle had already passed more than half; just a little longer, Wei Xiaodong told himself. Though he was enduring immense pain this time, he kept going.

Wang Shisan spoke politely, but inwardly he was suspicious: it was already the furnace-opening festival; even the latest autumn silkworms had long spun their cocoons. The raw silk in this shop was clearly new—how much did they still have? If he truly helped them find customers but they couldn't deliver, it would be his reputation that suffered.

Wei Xiaodong began summarizing today's morning gains. The clothing factory had made progress only because he happened to meet the manager—but the real reason was his diligence; if he hadn't arrived so early, he never would have seen the manager at all.